A/N: Are you in on PanemOctober? Check it out! I'm District Ten and District Two on

Sorry it took so long to update. I had a huge case of writer's block, along with being super busy (junior year, ugh) I hope you guys like this one. I know it might seem a wee bit complicated, but it will play an important part. If I killed your Tribute, i'm sorry. That's another reason why it took so long. I don't want any of them to die, I love them. Seriously. Love them all. So, REVIEW! :D

Disclaim: I don't own the Hunger Games.

Wist Mendham's POV

I woke up and felt the tree's bark imprinted on my right cheek. I reached up an rubbed my eyes. What time was it?

I steadied myself and sat up. That wasn't too awful. I had dug into the ground next to a tree and buried myself in leaves and branches. Some how I ended up with my face pressed against the tree, which explains the numbness there now.

I stretched my long, dark arms out in front of me and popped my joints, "Ahh."

"I think I heard running water over here!"

Every hair on my neck shot up. A tingle ran through my body. My senses became super human, like they do when adrenaline rushes. I didn't dare myself to move until I knew where the voice came from and whom it belonged too.

"I don't know, Alana. I'm not sure there is even any here," said another voice.

Alana Hazel. My District mate. I immediately ran through everything I knew of Alana. She was very quiet and small. I didn't know alot about her. At her interview she avoided herself to the point of only thanking the Capitol. Thank them for what exactly?

I had been one of the very few alive to live in two Districts. Districts Eleven and Twelve. I much preferred District Eleven, it was home. Rolling orchards and beautiful, dark skinned people. If you could ignore the tall fence and threatening Peacekeepers, it was a nice place. My father was born in District Eleven, then some how came to a point of power where he moved to District Twelve, met my mother, and had me. I lived in that gosh forsaken District for eleven years, until one day we got word to report to the train station and prepare for permanent departure. From then on, dad was mayor of District Eleven and I had a pretty good life.

My thoughts skimmed the boy from District Twelve, Slate. I'm pretty sure I had known his brother from my childhood. We were never friends, but we went to school together.

I rushed to stand up and find Alana. My mind screamed protest at me. Everything about my actions felt wrong, but still I called, "Alana?"

The soft voices stopped suddenly. A pause that seemed to go on forever.

I saw them before they saw me. I came to a stop about twenty feet from them, finding double the amount of Tributes I expected to find.

Four Tribute stood before me, all with their weapons in their hands.

I held a spear, but I refused to raise it unless I had to.

"Alana?" I asked again. It was more of a question of alliance then a question to find her.

"Wist. What are you doing?" She said softly, avoiding eye contact.

We both knew to kill your District mate is to kill yourself.

I smiled, what kind of question was that?

"I'm playing the Hunger Games, of course," I said. My accent laced with sarcasm.

I locked eyes with Alana. My heart beat was hammering in my ears. I could take two Tributes, but four? One of the girls had wild eyes and light scars up her arms and neck. The young boy looked as if he was trying to hide fear. I couldn't think of them now. What was I going to do? Join their alliance or take aim and cross my fingers that I will have the best shot of my life?

Alana's pressed her palm again her forehead. Would she stop them from trying to take my life? Surely she would. She had to.

Alana Hazel's POV

I felt the footsteps before I heard them. The vibrations traveled up my feet and into my body, spreading like a death drum.

I lowered my hand from my forehead and looked at my allies, then to Wist. Looks of confusion spread across their faces.

"What is that?" Anicina asked. Griffin gently told her to shush, then turned in the direction the heavy sound was coming from. Wist was backing up, away from Riley's dagger pointed at his chest.

"Run," Griffin whispered.

"What?" Riley asked, looking at him now.

"RUN!" He turned and grabbed Ancina's arm.

I turned back just in time to see Wist sprinting away through the tree, his dark skin sometimes getting lost in the colors of the forest. My feet moved me forward, following him. My brain tried to reason with my body. "Follow your alliance. Go with them. That's the wrong way." But still, my feet pounded after his.

Yet, something pounded behind mine. Tearing trees down, and still coming closer and closer.

I had never felt anything like it in my life. This is real, this terror. I wanted so bad to scream. To scream because I was so afraid for my life. Afraid of the pain that might take me. I wanted to scream because I hated the Capitol. I hated them for ruining the Tribute's families, the tributes, and...me.

I turned to look over my shoulder and that scream burst from my lungs like those lights they shoot into the sky that explode.

A terrible, black creature was behind me. His eyes were black slits, rimmed with gunk. His fur was matted, coated with blood. He had no ears, and his teeth were sharp as razor blades and yellowed like old paper. Four legs that were thicker than I was sported huge paws that looked like it had ran through glass. His eyes though..they were the worst.

Then, two things happened.

Wist's spear found it's way into my thigh, causing me to fall. Pain shot in my leg. Like a thousand white hot needles stabbing me, prying into my flesh. I couldn't scream. It hurt to much. I heard Wist yell my name. I looked up, dazedly, to see his face. It was full of fear and sorrow. Shock even. Why had he just done that?

My mind was so wrapped around the pain in my leg and in my heart from being speared by my own District Mate, that I jumped in surprise as the creature closed it's teeth around my shoulder, chest, and upper arm.

Right around my heart.

My eyes opened and were locked on Wist. He killed me. I am going to die, right now. All of Panem was going to watch me die. Wist was going to my heart be town away from my body. He was shaking his head and sobbing. This all came to me in slow motion. The realization that I was going to die, seeing Wist cry, and feeling the razor blade teeth around my body.

But that sped right up when the teeth came together and pulled.

The last few second of life were soft. Everything faded, including the pain. It really does happen, like they say. Your life flashes before your eyes. I saw the first time I was able to reach the sink without my stool. My first day at school. The first day I met my best friend. The first day I went to work in the orchards. I saw the time I had a fight with my mom. The time I stole food from a kid down the street. I saw the last time I had snuck out, laughing with my friends. I saw the reaping. I saw the times I had laughed and times I had felt like crying. Times when I should have taken chances instead of holding back. I saw the last time I saw my family.

Wist's scream was the last thing that crossed my mind as I died.

Boom.

Alesana Marie's POV

"Alesana, you're much too angry." Jack looked me up and down. He was sizing me up, as he often did. I don't know why he did this, nothing has changed since the first time. It almost annoyed me, like he was waiting for something to change.

He thought he knew me. What does he think of me now? Having seen me kill that Career girl? Does he still think i'm that angry little girl I was back home? Maybe I am. Maybe i'm still that girl who had to much anger that he thinks this is the perfect place to let it all out. I bet that's what he's saying to himself. Let her be alone to think about it, all that stuff that's happened. "Let her take out her anger on kill the others. Maybe, if she doesn't make it, she'll finally have it figured out. And maybe if she does, she'll be okay with it."

I will never be okay with it.

But hey, if he's right about anything, let it be that I can take out my anger on the others. I bet I have so much of it I can kill each of these kids two times over.

I continued to kick the rock in front of me and speak out loud. A part of the Hunger Games is designed so that you go crazy from being alone with nothing to do. You go sick with paranoia and your brain plays tricks on you. That's the stuff they don't see one tv. What every single tribute sees inside their heads. The sun was soft and provided that morning light that it does. I walked between the hills made of rock and the forest with equally spaced trees and a clear ground. It was eerie. The tree stretched on, but I knew there was something past it. A village of some kind, in the distance. I had seen it when I reached the top of a large hill a few miles back.

Screaming came from my right, in the forest. It wasn't close to me, but it was so different than the constant silence that it could not be covered or mistaken. It was a males, an older one. One that sounded familiar.

I wasn't concerned about Larson living. He meant next to nothing to me. I didn't owe him anything and if he lived, I couldn't. But this wasn't his scream...

My mind flashed back to the Chariots.

"Sorry, but you probably shouldn't do that. I'm just trying to help you," Larson said to me.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I can take care of myself," I said, then turned my head to cough.

"Oh, girl. I'll help you out with that bark any day." A guy with a thick accent and dark, sun baked skin was standing behind me when I turned to see the face that belonged to that voice.

"Excuse me?" I said in disbelief.

"Name's Wist, ma'am." He said and suddenly turned and carried on down the row of chariots, horses, and distressed tributes.

Boom.

"WIST!" I called.

My feet, carrying me to him. I needed to see him. Luckily, he was still screaming. "Wist!" I called again.

The chances of him knowing me were slim. However, the chances of him killing me on the spot were great.

I flew through the forest, thankful that my body was able to carry me long distances. Also thankful that the idiot Gamemakers made a clear forest floor, nothing to trip on here.

My heart raced as fast as my body was. My hair was flying out behind me, in my desperate attempt to reach someone I didn't really care about. But he had to be alive.

He screams became closer, as if he were running towards me...

Things moved suddenly in the trees.

I stopped running, trying to catch sight of what it was.

Black, big, teeth.

My dagger would not do anything to this.

Mutts. Ugh.

I turned left and ran in the direction of the larger forest. It was a long distance, but if I kept going, I should come to it eventually.

Thump, thump, thump. Bam.

My world went black.

Trent Devereux's POV

I fell on top of a girl I hadn't even seen. She was petite, had light brown hair with blonde in it. A small scar on her cheek. I hadn't taken the time to learn all of the Tribute's names.

I had hit her pretty hard in the head. Good, good. Maybe this would work out after all.

Storm should be coming through here. As should that District 11 guy.

Gawd, Storm must be tired. That mutt should still be chasing him. And guy was pretty fast.

I didn't know how I came up with so much Sponsorship money to get me this immunity, or if that has even ever happened before. But whatever. About the same time the parachute dropped was the time Storm heard one of the mutts coming and took off. We were in the middle of hunting Larson and that sheep girl.

Sawyer, my Mentor, must have seen them coming. So, people were betting on me.

Just imagine what they would be saying now.

I got up and fetched my trident that I had dropped earlier, looking down at the girl.

Pity.

I spun the weapon in my hand, flipped it where it was pointing down and raised it about my head.

"ARGH!" I lunged downward, with full intention to end this girl's life.

But someone had other plans.

Wist knocked me forward and I missed the girl, falling to my hands and knees. Lucky for me, I trained for this and he hadn't. Big mistake.

I rolled over, now facing him and his defensive stance. A smile spread across my face. What exactly were the odds that I would win this?

"You have no idea what you've done," I said to him.

"Hmm, I think I do." He was sassy and sarcastic and I pulled a dagger from his belt. Dang, what was with these Tributes and their dang daggers? Seriously, pick up something else! It was too easy! I was almost sure he couldn't throw that and hit me accurately. There was no way he would get a chance to stab me with it. I just had to hold him off until Storm got here...

"It's Wist, right? District Eleven. You're the mayor's son." I stood now, making a circle around him so I could watch for Storm. "You volunteered with hardly any training. What did you think you were getting yourself into, anyway? Oh, wait. You thought because you were the biggest teenager in your District: so well off. Well fed, well built, well liked-well, as far as you know. You thought you could just come into this arena and it would be easy. Wait it out and then out power them, the other Tributes. It wouldn't take anything, right?" I could see him slowly cracking under the weight of my words.

I'm smarter than I look.

"What are you thinking now, Wist? Think you can handle this. Think you can save people and let other's die? Think you can pick? Think you can save your own life, Wist?" I spat his name at him.

As if on cue, I heard Storm sprinting toward us. I looked up and saw him: arms pumping just as fast as they had when he started, sweat on his brow, chest working for more air.

"STORM!"

It took him two seconds to see me and change his path this way. He'll never suspect it.

Wist started to panic. Two Careers was maybe too much for him. Of course it was.

"Trent, man. You have no idea how long i've been-" he breathed.

"Storm?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Sorry, man." I rammed my trident into his stomach.

He bent forward, a scream stuck in his throat. "Uhh!" His eyes brimmed with tears, locked with mine.

He was shaking, his lips pressed together. Behind me I heard Wist shaking the girl, trying to wake her. Storm coughed and blood ran from his mouth onto his chin. He took one hand off the trident that was impaling him to wipe the red off his chin. A whimper escaped him.

I twisted the trident, just wanting to end this. Sounds of pain came from him and he sunk to the ground when I removed my weapon. He laid on the ground shaking for a few second, before becoming still. His face turned, looking into the sky.

The last time I saw Storm Labry, sunshine was playing off his black, blue streaked hair. His eyes were blood shot and teary, and blood slowly crept down from his mouth, down his face.

I turned to Wist, knowing the cannon would be soon and I had to get back. I had to leave now.

"You did this." I said. I turned to leave, ignoring his protest and foul words to me.

He's lucky I left him alive. I thought about the Capitol, about Panem, about my family. All eyes must have been on me. Every person on the edge of their seats, waiting for my next move. Waiting to see the next life that would be lost because of my hands.

I ran and ran. I had to get there before the cannon. I had to look like I had just escaped by a few seconds. Like I was the one fighting for my life...

I broke into the clearing where our camp around the Cornucopia was located. Adalarra was already there, screaming. Merit was standing in front of Coral, looking like he was trying to calm Adalarra down. Good luck with that one, Merit. That girl had the worst temper I had ever seen.

I ran until I was near them. I stopped, my lungs gasping for air, my eyes wide and fearful. I looked at each of them, then smiled. I couldn't help it! It crept on my face. I was fooling them all.

"Trent..." Merit said.

Boom.

Adalarra Victor's POV

I had never screamed that loud in my entire life.

I had to find him. He was supposed to live..supposed to win.

I didn't want to think about it. Think about the possibility. It crept into my mind, like the shadows of memories I try to hide. If he's dead I am going to kill every single human in this arena. I would never let one of live. I will make them all go through exactly what Storm did.

I will kill them all.

STATS

District One

Merit Glitz: Alive, healthy. With Coral, Adalarra, and Trent around the Cornucopia. Kills: District Three Male, District Five Female.

District Two

Adalarra Victor: Alive, healthy. With Merit, Coral, and Trent around the Cornucopia. Kills: District Six Male, District Twelve Female, and Jessica Wild.

District Three

Elettra Cache: Alive, healthy. With Slate in the rocky hills. Kills: None.

District Four

Trent Devereux: Alive, healthy. With Coral, Merit, and Adalarra around the Cornucopia. Kills: Storm Labry.

Coral Havet: Alive, healthy. With Merit, Trent, and Adalarra around the Cornucopia. Kills: None.

District Six

Ancina Eir: Alive, healthy. Location unknown. Kills: None.

District Seven

Larson Hemano: Alive, healthy. With Normandy Amstercrux in a ruin within the big forrest. Kills: None.

Alesana Marie: Alive, unconscious. With Wist Mendham in the small wood. Kills: District One Female.

District Eight

Riley Rynne: Alive, broken nose/ black eye. Location unknown. Kills: None.

District Nine

Trenton Sacramento: Alive, broken finger. Alone on an island near the main land. Kills: None.

District Ten

Griffin Bennetts: Alive, healthy. Location unknown. Kills: None.

Normandy Amstercrux: Alive, healthy. With Larson in the ruins withing the big forrest. Kills: None.

District Eleven

Wist Mendham: Alive, healthy. With Alesana in the small wood. Kills: District Eight Male, and Alana Hazel.

Dead Tributes

Jessica Wild: killed by Adalarra by an arrow to the back of her head.

Alana Hazel: killed by mutts, credit goes to Wist Mendham.

Storm Labry: killed by Trent from trident to his stomach.