Yay I'm back!

I know I haven't updated in forever because of school :/

Feel free to throw me in a pit of lizards mutts if you'd like, because I deserve it for not updating.

Anyways, this whole chapter is a nightime brawl, so prepare for blood!

Enjoy!

Amber Jade Coleen, District 1 Female, 18 Years Old:

The 8 of us quickly became overwhelmed by the large amounts of mutts. After running for about 3 minutes, I could hear everyone's breath start to run out. The first person to stop running was the boy from district 11. He toppled to the floor in a heap, exhausted from carrying the unconcious body of the district 12 female.

Suprisingly, the mutts stopped right in front of them, staring at the two teenagers with a look of curiousity. Half of the mutts began to form a circle around us, trapping us in. I quickly figured out what was going on. The gamemakers wanted the tributes to fight eachother.They don't want the mutts to kill us all... they want a fight... I will give them a good fight.

Determination flared in my chest, and I started looking for a victim. As I searched for my prey, the others seemed to come to the same realization as me; we needed to fight.

Without hesitation, Oswald and Anders dashed toward Jett, and Marla ran toward the District 11 Boy and the District 12 Girl. A few of the mutts actually did start to attack, so Thanatos took care of them. That leaves only one person...

Muriel.

I locked eyes with The District 4 Girl, bitter feelings rising up. Yesterday, while the other careers where hunting, Muriel told me about her hate for District 1.

Apparently, Muriel's boyfriend died in a games a year or two ago, and my mentor, Prism, was the one that killed him. I was actually quite fond of my mentor, although he was a bit insane.

She had insulted my home, the only place I felt safe at; District 1, where my parents eagerly watched to see if I would return.

And she was going to pay.

Anders Falkov, District 1 Male, 15 Years Old:

Although both Oswald and I are attacking Jett, he kept up with our strikes. He would have to run out of energy eventually, right?

I decide to try to get behind Jett, and attack his back.

As I jump behind him, his sword slashes through the air, cutting across Oswalds ankle. He screeches in pain, an falls to the floor.

Jett lashes out again with the sword and Oswald is able to deflect the hit with his trident. I take this as my opportunity to strike.

I send the tip of the spear through his leg, and just as it begins to draw blood, he turns on his heel and stabs his sword in my chest.

Pain explodes in my chest, and it hurts so much that I forget everything for a breif moment; all I feel is pain.

I come back to reality when he pulls the sword out of my stomach. Jett looks a bit horrified at what he just did.

I could care less about if he felt guilty right now.

I fall to the dirt and I know that my likeliness of surviving is very low. I watch as Oswald gets back up and begins to attack Jett. My killer.

I know that the end is near. Blood is pouring out of the neat gash quickly. Well, I guess Dad is going to have another victor in the family after all. Not that I care.

The thought of his father, the one who is the main reason why he had to come to this hell hole in the first place, made me mad. Furious.

"Dad." I managed quietly, hoping a camera will hear me. "I swear if you ever send any of my brothers into the games in the future, I'll...I'll...ma-" My final words are abruptly cut off. I can't say anything else; I've lost too much blood.

I take one last look at the night sky before death embraces me with open arms.

Oswald Andrews, District 4 Male, 18 Years Old:

I manage to knock Jett's sword out of his hand and when I go to finish him off, he ducks. I assume he is going to snatch up his sword, but he decides to bypass the sword and run for his life, knowing he is outnumbered. He shoves the elves aside, making a path for himself. I don't give chase, knowing that he already has a good headstart.

"Boom."

Anders's cannon sounds, and I look at his corpse. I guess I didn't know him all that well anyway, so it doesn't matter, right?

Your wasting time. Kill someone.

I look around at the other fights, or lack thereof. Marla has the boy from 11 pinned to the floor. But something seems off. She doesn't have nearly as much bloodlust in her eyes as usual. She seems... hesitant. She has a knife in her hands, but she isn't stabbing him. She is just looking at him.

Before I can do anything, I see Muriel fall to the floor with a look of horror on her face. Blood gushes out of a gaping wound in her side. Amber stand next to Thanatos, looking around wildly. She looks a bit suspicous.

I don't think twice about it, and instead run toward Muriel.

"MURIEL!" I shout, jogging over to her. Marla turns her head toward me shouting, and in that moment that she let her guard down, The 11 boy manages to push her off of him, grab his weapon, scoop of the unconcious girl, and run away, not taking the risk of grabbing his supplies. Marla doesn't chase, and I can't help but wonder why.

Suddenly, an arrow whizzes by my head. I guess the mutts are going to start attack due to the lack of blood. I begin to drag Muriel into a bush, taking cover. I pull off my backpack and rifle through it once we are safe in the bush. I find a medical kit inside, but I know just by looking that the supplies wouldn't be enough to stop the blood flowing from her wound.

"Who hit you?" I ask.

"Amber." She barely manages to say, coughing up blood. Thoughts of revenge cross my mind, but before I can think much, two shapes walk into our bush.

Elena Rosaro, District 12 Female, 17 Years Old:

A throbbing pain ebbed in my head. I was being carried by Jay. When he saw that I woke up, he set me down.

"What happened?" I ask. I don't have any memory of what happened in the past couple hours.

"One of those winged mutt things shot you with a beam of some sort, and you passed out." Jay explained.

"Oh, ok..." I responded slowly. Something seemed off.

After a few minutes of walking, it hit me. "Where is Ezra?!" I exclaimed. "Where is he?"

An expression of grief flashed on Jay's face, but only lasted there a moment. "Well he stayed back at the torture house to fight off the mutts... and he... I don't think he made it..."

"How do you not know?"

"The fallen hasn't played yet."

"Oh." I lifted my hand to my head, and something was healing over on my forehead. "What is this cut on my head?"

"I'm not sure. Let's stop here so I can look at it." He responded.

We walked into a bush, and my heart sunk.

It was occupied.

Muriel Sands, District 4 Female, 18 Years Old:

The Girl From District 12, now fully awake, was standing next to the boy from 11. Neither was in good shape. The boy was exhausted and the girl had a bruise on her head. They would be easy prey. Well, for Oswald at least. I would be lucky if I even lasted another day.

Oswald snatched up his trident and went to kill the two tributes. They didn't even try to run. They both looked ready to collapse.

Suddenly, the girl shouted. "Wait stop! STOP!" This was enough to make Oswald stop in his tracks.

"What?"

The girl responded. "My Mother won the Hunger Games awhile ago. She taught me a few things about healing, and look at your ally." She said, pointing a finger in my direction. "She won't last long with that wound."

"So, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying, keep us alive and I will keep your ally alive."

"Fine." Oswald replied, annoyed. He lowered his weapon. "But if you can't hold up your end of the deal, I will only have one choice." He said threatingly, idly tossing his trident between his hands.

The girl walked over to me and begrudgingly work on my wound.

"Oswald! Muriel?" A high-pitched voice shouted. Oswald quickly walked out of the bush. I could hear him and Amber talking, although I couldn't tell what they where saying.

After a few minutes, he came back. "I need to go to the career camp. The others are already there, so I'm going alone. I trust you two to take care of Muriel, and if she dies on your watch, I will hunt you down. Understood?"

Both of the tributes nodded their heads quickly. "I will be back tommorow with some supplies. I will see you then." Oswald said before turning on his heel and walking into the crisp, nightime air.

I felt a bit uncomfortable, being alone without my spear, having a painful wound, and two people that I didn't trust at all.

Jett Skylar, District 2 Male, 18 Years Old:

The Fallen began to play in the dead of the night. The First face was Anders.

A pang of guilt hit me as the wind blew into my face. I can't believe I actually killed someone. I had prepared years for these games, and I thought that It would be easy to kill, but it wasn't at all.

I knew my younger brother was watching at home, and I knew that in order to get home to him I would have to kill again. And again. And again until he had killed so much that he was a monster.

The next face was of the district 12 boy. So that was the cannon earlier... I thought to myself.

The song gave one last musical flourish before turning quiet again. Jett felt vulnerable in his position. It was night, and he was alone and weaponless.

Anyone could sneak up on him and kill him and he wouldn't be able to fight back. Let's just hope that nobody's near me.

I began to look for a good spot to find shelter, when I heard a loud noise.

Snap.

I turned my head and looked wildy in all directions. Nothing.

Snap.

It sounded again, and it sent a chill down my spine. Something or Someone was following him.

Snap.

The thought crossed my mind that I should run, and I considered it for a breif moment. It's probably just a lizard stepping on a leaf or something.

Snap.

This time, it sounded closer and louder. Definietly not a lizard.

Snap.

Time to run. I thought, and fear propelled my tired body to move forward.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

The source of the sound began to speed up, and soon, twigs where snapping under my feet too.

Although I ran as fast as I could, whatever was chasing me grabbed my shoulder.

It spun me around and I saw what it was. It was Oswald, holding a sharp trident. He gave me a smug look before digging the weapon into my neck.

A searing pain went across my throat.

And then Nothing.

So sorry about there being no updates in awhile, but I hope you liked this chapter!

I actually kind of enjoyed writing Jett's death, as it was kind of like a horror movie.

Death Recap:

Ezra Canary (17th)

Axed to death by Dwarve Mutts

Anders Falkov (16th)

Stabbed in the chest by Jett

Jett Skylar (15th)

Speared in the neck by Oswald's trident.

Eulogies:

Ezra: Aww, the selfish (but fabulous) Seam boy is gone. It really was hard killing him, because he was fun to write. I'm glad that he found redemption and made up for his selfish choices in the past by sacrificing himself. I'll miss you :(

Anders: Welp, your father is dissapointed, but you where able to speak your mind about him before you died. Hopefully he won't send anymore of his children off to the death games.

Jett: The nice career. I feel bad for your brother, he was so innocent. It's a shame that the nicest careers had to go first, but I guess that's just how to cookie crumbles. :(

Remaining tributes:

District 1:

Amber Jade Coleen

Anders Falkov

District 2:

Marla Knight

Jett Skylar

District 3

Liela-Rose Anderson

Daniel Carter

District 4

Muriel Sands

Oswald Andrews

District 5

Lucy Powers

Marco Chiral

District 6

Hestia Embers

Cole Embers

District 7

Ashtyn Rein

Zyrus Blake-Hatchet

District 8

Daysha Sanders

Calico Jersey

District 9

Maize Runner

Ezekiel Browne

District 10

Sierra Ranger

Thanatos Rize

District 11

Krissa Jean Osten

J.J. Warr

District 12

Elena Rosaro

Ezra Canary

Questions:

1)Where you suprised to see Anders and Jett go?

2)Who do you think will die next?

When writing this chapter, I didn't have time to respond to reviews, so sorry for any Inconvience.

Next chapter will be a little calmer and we will see some character development, tension, and sponsor gifts!