A/N: Written for Maristela Freesia's 100 theme challenge.

A/N2: Whoo! Once again, I'm using Haymitch!

Theme: #18 Eyes

Accusing Eyes and a Mentor's Guilt

It's all my fault. I open up another bottle and chug as much as I can. Five years of mentoring kids, and for what?

Nolan Hamza. Kassidy Parker.

Paxton Alder. Charity Burbank.

Olson Porter. Meggie Dawson.

Wesley Yale. Azaria Hamza.

Talon Yale. Marnie Echo.

All ten of them are dead. It's all my fault. All ten died when I should have been protecting them from death. After the deaths of Talon Yale and Marnie Echo, I decided to close myself off from the tributes. But no matter how much alcohol I consume, I can never forget the faces of those first ten tributes. The cast of my nightmares are made up of those ten children. The eyes are the worst part.

They don't even need to speak, it's the looks they give me with their eyes that really get me.

Nolan Hamza's grey Seam eyes stare deep into my soul. They say, "Why did you let me die, Haymitch? I thought you were my mentor." he was 15 when he was killed, then mutilated by a pack of careers.

Kassidy Parker's heavy dark blue eyes wonder, "Why should I have died? You're just a lousy alcoholic." She was 14 when a bunch of man-eating beavers ate her alive.

Paxton Alder and his laughing green eyes asks one word and one word only, "Why?" He was 18 when he died.

Charity Burbank. Lived to be 13 and a half. Her light brown eyes are always filled with hate, "I wish I could kill you."

Olson Porter, killed by his distract partner at the age of 14. "Why do you deserve to live, Haymitch? You told me to trust Meggie, and she killed me."

Meggie Dawson's stone cold Seam eyes are empty, emotionless. "This is all your fault." She lived to be 18.

Wesley Yale, lived to be 15. His eyes are devoid of any emotion, any question. His eyes hurt the most, because they don't even say anything. They're just...there.

Azaria Hamza, younger sister of Nolan Hamza, lived to be 16. The girl from 8 won that year, and killed her during the bloodbath by stabbing her through the neck with a sword. Azaraia's eyes are always odd-looking. They are grey, but not Seam-grey. In the dreams, they are grey and bloodshot. Vengeful. "I died...because of you."

Talon Yale, Wesley Yale's younger brother, lived to be 14. He made it to the seventh day, to the final eight. I thought he had a chance. Guess not. The brown-eyed boy haunts me more than any of the tributes thus far. "You could have saved me, Haymitch. I could have won. If you had only done your job right instead of goofing of like a child...I'd still be here."

Lastly, is Marnie Echo. Scratch the thing i said about Talon Yale. Marnie Echo's eyes haunt me the most. The bight laughing blue eyes always just stay there. Happy, bright, laughing...the kind of beautiful that only a child can rightfully posses. The eyes say nothing against me. In fact, the message her eyes send have nothing to do with me at all. Hers send a clear message, "I am happy, wherever I am now. Where I am, there is no annual Games. No innocent deaths. None of that. Where I am, I am free. Freedom is mine." Whether Marnie Echo and her little blue eyes know it or not, they taunt me. They remind me of all my failures and shortcomings as a mentor. Little Marnie. Only lived to be 12.

Oops, looks like this bottle is gone. I start on a new one, trying to prevent myself from remembering more eyes, to forget those ten pairs of eyes that already haunt me but most importantly...Marnie Echo's eyes.