The 100th Hunger Games

Fourth Day

Nina Creyg's POV (D3)
I walk through the forest, and come upon a boy and a girl. The boy puts a protective arm in front of the girl, and I hold up my hands in surrender. "Wait. Can we ally? I have daggers!" The boy says, "Let us discuss. No killing." I nod, and they turn around. They talk for a while, and then the girl says, "Okay. But we have one rule. No betrayals. Not even for the Careers." I nod. "But I think Districts 1 and 2 lost all their tributes." The boy is shocked. "Really? That leaves 4, which has, umm..." I finish for him. "Ethan and his mom." They nod. "I'm Riane, and this is Daniel. We're both 16. District 5." I nod. "I'm Nina. I'm 15. 3." Riane smiles. "I know a lot about poisons. We could upgrade your daggers, if you want." I smile. "Yes, please. Thanks, Riane." She holds out her hand, and I place my twin daggers in her palm. I edge closer to them, since I no longer have my weapon. She asks, "What kind of poison do you want on your daggers?" I ask, "What kinds are there?" "There's firefern, which burns the insides, and brackenleaf, which cuts off the airway. There's also lichenfreeze, which freezes the insides." She gestures for me to come closer. "A secret. Lichenfreeze and firefern can cure each other." I nod. "Can I have lichenfreeze?" Riane nods. She pulls out a plant that does indeed look very much like lichen. She mashes it up with a  rock, and wipes it all over the blades. "Now, be careful. These are now way more dangerous than before." She plucks two soft leaves off a tree. "Would you like me to make sheaths for your daggers?" I nod. "Why are you being so nice to me?" "I feel like we have a certain connection, you me and Daniel." "I have lost my little sister." Daniel replies, "Us too. Riane lost her older sister, and I lost my little sister, Cassidy. She was so young..." He looks on the verge of tears. I say, "Naomi was 11. You might have seen her on the updates." Riane finishes my sheaths, and we walk towards the setting sun.
Peter Ekan's POV (D3)
I walk through the forest, mad at the world. Mad about the Games, mad at Luke for murdering Pietra and lying to me. I swear, if we cross paths again, I'll slice him into ribbons. I see leaves falling from the tree ahead of me, and I see a girl in the tree. She wields a knife, and hurls it at me. It misses me by an inch, and she moves to get a better angle. She fails to notice that she has made herself unstable, and when she raises her arm to strike again, she loses her balance and falls. She lands on her back with a sickening crunch, and I can tell by her position, and the fact that she isn't moving, that she broke her neck. She has tears running down her face, and she grabs my leg. I gasp, and she weakly whispers, "Please, just kill me. Take me out of my pain!" I feel sorry for her, but I can't bring myself to kill her. Her cannon booms, and I walk away, guilt twinging in my heart. (I dunno if you can talk with a broken neck, but whatever! >.<)
Meryl Wendell's POV (D7)
Cheryse and I are at the Cornucopia, hiding behind some boxes that were pried apart by greedy tributes. We have a trap set, waiting to be sprung by an unsuspecting tribute. We have laid out some food, appearing to be safe and for the taking. I see a boy and a woman peering at the food. They make a run for it and just as they enter the Cornucopia, we jump out and I tackle the woman. Her eyes are crazed with fear, and the boy yanks me off. Cheryse tackles the boy, and I have my knife against the woman's throat. The boy, in turn, has his knife against Cheryse's neck. He presses the knife harder. Cheryse's cannon explodes, and in the shock of Cheryse's death, the knife drops from my hand. The boy grabs the woman's hand and run into the forest. I run to Cheryse's body and sob. Her eyes always had a spark, a hunger for new knowledge. That spark is gone from her eyes, and I will never see them again. A gentle breeze blows, caressing my hair and body. It's like Cheryse's spirit is telling me she's still here, she'll never leave. I get up, and walk into the forest, ready to face any problem that comes my way.
Mitchell Savich's POV (D9)
I am sitting in a tree, and daydreaming about surviving the Games and seeing Abby again. Suddenly, chimes ring, and a sponsor gift lands in my lap. I open it, and Abby sent a note. Dear Mitchell, I am so sorry that I couldn't send a gift earlier; my parents were away and couldn't give me allowance, providing enough money. I am also sorry about your sister's death. I am sure we share the same pain. I have sent some warm broth. I miss you, Mitchell. I want to believe I will see you again. Try to prove I can hope you'll come back alive. Love, Abby. I hold the canister of broth. It is warm to the touch, and I smell the potato-ey scent. I tuck the canister into my bag, as a dagger whizzes past my head. A girl mutters some nasty curse words, and tries again. This one hits my arm, and a deep chill overcomes my body. I frantically pull out the broth, as fast as my numb arms will allow. The canister slips out of my frozen palms, and I mutter some curses of my own. The freeze is way more cold than a minute ago. And my legs are just barely managing to wrap around the tree, saving me from falling. The cold reaches my lungs; it's extremely difficult to breathe. Air is cut off. I feel like I'm at the bottom of a swimming pool, and I can't swim up. The world is swirling everywhere, and I feel myself falling, and the world goes black just before I hit the ground.