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Chapter 7; in which there are still tributes dying, we do not find out who the victor is for the seventy sixth Hunger Games, and there are complications to the Games.

That same day, at about noon to one-ish right after a cannon went off, Chase started coughing up blood which did not look like a good thing and was just as disgusting as it sounded. There was so much blood I thought he was going to die. And, chances are, he will. In the Arena there's no health care whatsoever and you're lucky to get even the simplest supplies.

I'm going to have to watch my own little brother die. That was the only thing that ran through my head and the only thing I could come up with when I tried to figure out a way to help him. I could vaguely hear Haymitch saying something. He wasn't sure what's going on. He said something about a problem with the mutation; some problem that's killing him. And it's all the Capitol's fault. They can't say another tribute did this. It was them. They were the ones who mutated him. They are the reason this is happening.

Chase is losing blood fast and there's nothing I can do about it. He'll last maybe ten more minutes before he'll have lost enough blood to kill him. I know if I had a heart I'd kill him. Put him out of his misery as some might say. But I'm not able to. I just can't so the simplest thing. He's barely able to move so hitting him wouldn't be a problem, but it just isn't right. I can't be the reason my brother dies.

He can't die. He's only twelve years old.

"Rouge," I hear Jayden from a few yards behind me. "Did you just hear the announcement?"

I shake my head no because I don't trust my voice.

"They just said they're allowing four people, two girls and two boys, to get out of the Arena." He says. "Ten more kids need to die."

Another cannon goes off and I immediately turn to Chase who, although is perfectly still on the ground, is still breathing and, therefore, still alive. "Nine," I correct him quietly.

Then another cannon; this one rang through the forest for my brother. I kiss Chase on the forehead before lighting him on fire. Jayden look surprised but I just shake my head as I stand.

"The Capitol won't have him." I say, my voice cracks as my eyes begging tearing up. "They can never have him."

"I'm sorry," Haymitch says softly.

Jayden catches me when I start to fall. "I know," he whispers as his fingers gently run over my feathers as he holds me. The first bolt of lightning strikes close by but neither of us moves as the rain begins pouring down. "I know." He repeats. "We should find some kind of shelter."

I nod silently.

"You stay here, I'll go look around. I won't go far, okay?"

"Okay," I say softly.

"Alright, I won't be gone too long. Just stay here." He picks up his backpack and leaves. Just before he disappears he turns to me again. "Just stay here. Don't leave."

I nod and if I didn't feel like my heart was broken in two I probably would've brought up that he's told me to stay three times. He disappears and when he does I feel so alone. Nobody else is here, yes, but even when nobody is around there's always the feeling that you can just get up and find someone, but it feels like even the animals have all left and the trees have all died. I sit at the foot of a tree and consider cooking some kind of food since I haven't eaten since yesterday but decide against it. Chances are I wouldn't be able to eat anyway after what I've just seen.

I half expected Haymitch to come on and say something like "get out of there now. You're not safe with him" or maybe "you have to eat something, and don't give me anything about not being able to" but he says nothing. Maybe he's grieving too. Maybe he really cares. Or maybe he's too busy drinking to care what I do.

The last one is the one my mind hooks onto and it's also the most hopeless. Maybe I'm depressed. What were the symptoms of depression? I can't seem to remember even if I've spent most of the past five years studying mental conditions like it. I'd always aspired to be a psychotherapist; to treat people and talk to them about their problems and help them through the hard times. Now all I aspire to do is live through the next few days to save my parents and grandmother. They were my only family and all my friends have deserted me, well, all except one.

Alexander was my only friend. We'd been going out for a while before we decided we were better off when we were just friends. We managed to do what everybody else said was impossible. We became friends again even after our break up. Honestly though, I wouldn't be surprised if he turns on me just like the whole rest of the school did. He was really religious and he could barely stand that I hunted. Now that I'm in the Games, he'll probably damn me to Hell for even aiming at another human being with intent to kill even if I never let go of the bowstring. Even if I return nothing will be there for me. Sure, my parents are there, but it's all they can do to put on a strong face every morning and force themselves to live another day, and I've never met my grandmother; I only know she's alive. At least I think she is. She was on the older side and if she died it could've been from old age. That only shows how little I know.

That was probably about when I felt a knife pressed against my throat. I open my mouth to scream but whoever's holding me growls, "don't even think about it." I do anyway and the knife digs into my throat. "Listen, I'd love to just kill you right now and be done with it, but I was told to make this . . . painful for you." The boy, who must be at least four years older than me, pushes me onto the ground and pins me down, "where to start?" He smirks down at me. The knife digs into the skin just above my collar bone and he cuts along the bone. I scream and he slaps me hard across my face. "Shut up," he growls. He cuts to my shoulder before moving the knife up to my face. He makes a cut along the top of my eyebrow and moves down my nose before coming back up and cutting along my other eyebrow to my hairline. He moves up my hairline about an inch and cuts a curved line over the center of my forehead. I scream as loud as I can and he growls threateningly.

"The fire," Haymitch says quietly.

I close my eyes and try to get past the pain and focus on the fire and I fail. I try again. And again to no avail.

"I know what you're trying. You powers won't work on me. I've disabled them; that's my power." He smirks happily as he digs his knife into my other shoulder and drags it along my untouched collarbone.

Suddenly a wolf jumps on him from the side and he falls off of me. I hear a cannon go off about twenty seconds after the wolf digs its teeth into his throat.

"Jayden," I breathe.

He turns back into a human and comes back to me as a hovercraft appears to take away the other kid's body. He picks me up and starts walking back into the forest.

"Wh-where are we going?" I ask, clutching his shirt to make sure I don't fall.

"I found a cliff ledge not too far from here. I was just started heading back when I heard you scream." He sets me down and keeps walking.

I feel a little light headed from the blood loss but it isn't too bad yet. "Thank you," I sigh, following him closely. "But if I died wouldn't you be closer to getting home to your family? How do you know I wouldn't kill you in your sleep?"

"I can't."

"Yes, you can. And if you had any sense you would. You're insane."

He turns around quickly and kisses me. It might've been caused by the blood loss, but my knees go weak and my heart starts pounding. I think I hear Haymitch say something but I can't concentrate enough to make out the words. When Jayden pulls away he looks into my eyes and speaks. "I can't kill you because I love you, Rouge."