ME: Hellooooooo readers! I am back! I am very sorry for the late(-ish) update, I'm struggling with the ideas in this story. I have the ending, but I can't see to get there.

CLAIRE: Guess that's why you're killing everybody off so quickly?

ME: Shut up, Claire. Here's chapter 4!

Chapter 4

"No!" I screamed, as he fell. I waited for the cannon to boom, but the only sounds were roaring sobs, which tore from my throat.

"Claire! Shut the hell up and let me look at him!" a male voice roared behind me.

I sat on the ground beside the lake of the Cornucopia, right in the sand. Sam crouched beside Myrnin, pulling out the spear and he called, "Eve! Our bag of medical supplies!"

Eve ran over, holding a first aid kit. A freaking first aid kit. We got sleeping bags and rope.

"Great. Fill our flasks with water and bring it over."

I slowly crawled over to them. "Myrnin," I whispered, so quietly I didn't even hear it.

Finnick heard.

He came over and sat beside me, and took my hand. I stared at Myrnin's gaping wound, slowly calming my gasping breaths. Finnick stroked my hand, and I leaned into his chest, attempting to relax.

"He'll be fine, Claire, I promise."

Sam was suddenly kneeling in front of me.

I nodded, calmer now. "I know, I know. Hard to shake old fears, though, knowing people are going to die here."

"Ah, I understand that well!" Eve's voice came up behind me.

"I haven't cried over a death yet."

"Nobody has, I don't think."

I sighed. We had been walking, me and Eve, and we sat down in the grass underneath the trees, away from everyone. I felt way too comfortable around these people that were threatening my life.

"I'll cry when Finnick or Myrnin dies. I know I will. I'll sob uncontrollably, I'll be vulnerable, and that's when I'll die."

"I'll die when Sam dies. I know it."

"Are you two... You know... Involved?"

"No. I kind of wish we were though. In another life. He is amazing."

"If we weren't in the Games?"

"Exactly," Eve nodded. "Sam is pretty damn special."

"Eve... Why do we fall in love in the Games?"

I saw a single tear roll down her cheek. "I don't know. I don't know, Claire."

I wrapped my arms around her. "Eve... All I want is to not be the one to kill those guys."

She nodded. "I can't kill Sam. I probably couldn't kill Michael either. They look really alike."

I nodded. "Eve... I don't know who I love."

She turned to me. "You need to stop saying my name like that," she teased. "'Eve...' But yeah, I can see how you're torn between the brothers. They both seem like great guys."

"They are. Absolutely amazing. And they both care about me! That's the worst part! I love them both! And, at least one of them is going to die. Probably both of them. Probably me, too!"

"Claire, ssh..." Eve moved even closer to me and hugged me, sensing my emotional distress. "I get it, but maybe your alliance with them is a bad idea. Stay with us? I'll kill Monica and Haymitch for you!"

I smiled. "If I stay with you, I get to kill that bitch."

Eve laughed. "We'll take them out together. Lets go!"

I smiled brightly at her, joining her laughter. "Thank you, Eve. Maybe we can convince Sam to go off with Finnick and Myrnin. Make our lives easier."

She nodded, and we both stood up. We slowly made our way back to the lake. We started running when the cannon boomed.

"Shit!" we both screamed, entering the clearing just to watch Monica fall to the ground.

I watched Finnick pull his spear out, and saw Myrnin lying beside him, clutching his arm.

"Myrnin!" I yelled, and ran towards him, grabbing Eve's first aid kit as I ran. Sam had stitched up his stomach wound perfectly, so I quickly wrapped up the cut on his arm.

"I'm fine, Claire, now help Finnick!"

I turned to see Haymitch attacking Finnick, with Eve and Sam staring open-mouthed, trying to wrap up a wound of Sam's. I flashed up from my spot on the ground and was at Finnick's side immediately...

...Weaponless.

I kicked Haymitch straight between the legs from behind, catching him by surprise.

"Damn!"

He fell to the ground. Finnick darted forward, grabbed his weapon - I didn't see what it was - and killed him.

The cannon boomed.

Finnick smiled.

"Thank you so much, Claire. I wouldn't have gotten away from him alive." He leaned down and kissed me, and it was full of passion. He didn't pull away until Eve grabbed me by the waist and carried me to the lake.

"Gonna clean the blood off," she yelled to everyone. "Holy son of a bitch, you should have seen Myrnin's face for those five minutes!" she whispered to me.

"Five minutes! Shit!"

After I cleaned myself off, we walked back over to Sam, Finnick and Myrnin. Sam immediately took Eve in his arms, and I watched him inhale the scent of her hair.

"So, who's left apart from us?" I asked.

"Well, there's you from District One," Finnick began. "Michael and Katniss from Two, Shane and Peeta from Three, Eve from Four, Sam from Five, Prim and Amelie from Six, Myrnin and me, and... That's it. The eleven of us."

"Damn... Think we should go on a hunt?" Myrnin asked.

I whipped my head around to glare at him. "Yes, Myrnin, you go off and hunt innocent people who are here by chance for absolutely no other reason than to get killed! Go! Kill Prim, a young girl who was picked on her first reaping? Go! Kill Katniss, Prim's long lost sister? Kill Shane, and Peeta, two guys you never met, who have families and jobs at home? Kill Amelie, a little old woman? Kill Eve, or Sam? Kill Michael. Kill your brother? Kill me? If you want to go and kill everyone, if you want to return home, then go. Just go. Kill me first! I don't want to be around to watch everybody die!"

I saw true rage in Myrnin's eyes. He was holding his weapon, and it was angled slightly towards me.

"Do you really think I want to kill? I want to go home as much as anyone else does, but I don't want to kill."

He lightly tapped me with his spear, and a light cut was made on my arm. "Claire... Do you want to kill?"

I shook my head, not trusting my voice. He stabbed at the mark, making it much deeper, with a steady flow of blood.

"Of course not," I said, finding my voice. Who knew Myrnin was insane?

He cut the cut even deeper. I let out a loud, aching cry of pain. Then, watching the blood flow on my arm, and completely missed the spear plunging down into my leg.

ME: There'll be a small time jump in the next one... Not noticeable, maybe 15-30 mins later?