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Chapter 6

It takes me a few seconds to react as I recognize Nathan. My brother, the one I watched be dragged away by Peacemakers. The family member who'd left me last. The one I thought had died. He was alive.

A whimper escapes my mouth, and then I launch myself at my Nathan. My arms circle him as I bring him into a bear hug. But not even a hug can make up for years of thinking someone you love is dead. I start to sob into his shoulder, and he squeezes me hard, returning the hug.

"You're alive," I gasp, "I can't believe it."

It's one of those moments where you think you're still dreaming. I think of asking him to pinch my arm, just to make sure. But I don't.

Eventually, he sits on the bed and holds me beside him. I see tears leave his eyes, but he makes no sound. Somehow, I think his pain is greater than mine.

We stay there, hugging each other for who knows how long, before we are interrupted with Divoga's knocking at the door. She comes in and sees us. She raises an eyebrow in question. She's about to say something about the awkwardness of the situation when she sees us crying.

"What's wrong" she asks.

I rub the tears form my eyes. "Sorry Divoga," I say softly, "But I this is someone who I thought was dead for years."

"And who's that?"

"My older brother."

A small eep of surprise leaves her mouth before she says anything else. When I sob again, I realize I'm crying tears of joy.

"Wow, just wow," she says, "Um, but for your own safety, I'd recommend not hugging each other at every moment possible, you know, just because it'd make things worse."

I nod. "Do you think we'll be able to, somehow, get him out of here?"

Her eyes become sad. "I don't know, but I promise you Tatiana, when you're the victor, and trust me, you will be, we'll get you both out of here."

The rest of the night passes quickly, and so does the second day of training. Before I know it, it's the day that we perform for the Gamemakers. Two hours left.

Sam, Artemis, Iris and I head towards the elevator. Sam hits the button for the bottom floor, so we can get to the Training Center. I can tell that everyone is nervous for what the Gamemakers are going to say. I see Nathan sometimes, and I make sure the few minutes we see each other are great.

We haven't talked much about what we're going to do for the Gamemakers. Probably pull off a few stunts and play around with the weapons to try to get the highest score possible.

When the elevator doors open, we step out and make our way to the lunch room, where we ate lunch during our two days of training.

When we enter, Rachel, Susannah, Seth and Logan are already sitting at a table with four empty seats waiting for us. We sit, and I plop myself down next to Seth and across from Rachel.

"So," Logan says, breaking the silence, "Everyone nervous?"

He's answered by a vigorous nodding of heads on our part.

"Do you guys know what you're going to do yet?" Rachel asks.

We go around the table, everybody laying out their ideas. "I think I'm going to play it safe," says Susannah, "I don't want people targeting me." "Smart" I state.

"I think I'm going to hang around the rope tying and the daggers" says Seth.

"Same here" says Logan. Sam admits he was thinking the same, but he wanted to work more with the daggers.

"I'm going to try different ways to start a fire," Rachel says, "I'm pretty good at that."

"I'm staying with the camouflage," states Iris, in a solid tone, "I'm showing them what I'm good at."

I nod at her.

"I'm pretty sure I'm going to stick with shooting some arrows," Artemis says, "And try to add a few small knives to it."

When people look at me expectantly, I blank out. I don't know what I'm going to do.

"Um, well I don't actually know what I'm going to do," I admit, "I can't think of anything."

"Just stick to what you do best," Susannah advises me, "Don't do anything stupid."

"Considering it's me, I won't make any promises" I tell her. We share a laugh and then we fall silent. For the next few minutes, we talk and have a few of the things that were left for us at the salad bar. There's salad, fruit and cheeses piled high. At the very end of the salad bar, there are a few bottles of vegetable oil that were probably put there by accident instead of salad dressing. I wonder how they messed that up.

One of the girls from District 1 is called, Hemilia. Ten minutes later, the other female tribute, a girl named Calelie, is called in. Then their two male tributes Lenther and Drolen.

Then District 2 goes by. Then District 3. Seth and Logan's fellow tributes are called, and then Seth. We wish him luck and wait until Logan is up. When District 4 comes around, Rachel has to go. Then we wait. District 5, 6, 7 then 8. We say bye to Susannah. District 9. Then us. Iris's name is called and she gets up, with her nose in the air. Before we can say anything, she's gone.

When Sam is called, we give him comforting smiles as he steps into the gym. Then it's just two of us left: me and Artemis.

We sit quietly for ten minutes. Then Artemis is called. He stands up slowly and makes his way to the door. "Good luck" I say to him, smiling. "You too," he answers, "Just do what feels right in there." Then he's gone too.

I don't know why, but after two minutes, I get up and grab six bottles of vegetable oil and tuck them into the waistband of my light grey sweatpants. I sit and wait. Five minutes pass. Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. I'm thinking of going in there to see what's going on when they call my name. I get up and walk to the doors. Only the tributes from District 11 and 12 are left. None of them look older than fifteen. I feel a sudden pang of sadness for them.

When I step forward, the doors close behind me and I make my way to the center of the Training Center replica. This one has a place at the front for the Gamemakers to sit. I spot the Head Gamemaker, Seneca Crane, eyeing me as I walk in. I take a deep breath. Before I do anything I look down at myself. I am in a baby blue t shirt with a white hoodie. The sleeves are rolled up to my elbows. My hair is loose, but I have a black elastic on my wrist in case I need it. On my feet, I have sleek white sneakers over my white ankle socks. I breathe again. I'm ready.

I head over to the archery station. Out of the bows, I pick a white wood longbow. It is sturdy and has a good feel to it. I sling a red, white and gold quiver on my back. I pull out one white arrow and shoot to the first target. It hits the bulls-eye. The same happens to the next five arrows I shoot on the next five targets.

Then I move to the daggers. I pick out a few and tuck them into my sweatpants waistband, next to the bottles of vegetable oil. I remember seeing a dummy behind me as I made my way over to the dagger station. With my back to the brown dummy, I hold one slender dagger in my right hand. I fling it behind me. I turn and see the dagger head up, far up. The dummy is suspended by a thick rope attached to the ceiling, so that the dummy is suspended a few feet off of the ground. I see the dagger head for the rope, near the ceiling. I know that the dummy will fall, but I didn't want it to. My hand flashes to my waistband and closes around the handle of another dagger just as my first dagger cuts clean through the rope and sticks to the wall, metres off of the ground. The dummy begins to fall to the ground. I fling my new dagger to the dummy, and it finds its mark. The dagger hits the dummy in the center of its forehead and pins it to the wall behind it. It's still hanging two feet above the ground. I exhale and have another idea. I turn my back to the dummy once again. This time I grab four daggers out of my waistband so there's two left in it. I hold each dagger's handle in the palm of my right hand. With lightning quick speed, I spin on my heels and fling all four daggers at the same time. They leave my hand with amazing speed and they embed themselves in the dummy. One in its chest, where it's heart would be, one in the groin, one in the neck and one in the stomach. For an extra effect, I grab one last arrow and fling it. It lands in one of the dummy's eyes. Out of the corner of my eye, I see one Gamemaker suddenly put his hand over his own eye, as if to protect it.

A rush of anger runs through my body, because other than the Gamemaker that protected his eye and Seneca Crane, no one is paying attention. One of them is asleep and the rest look bored. I turn back to the dagger station. I pick out ten. I turn back to the Gamemakers. I fling three daggers at one Gamemaker who's propped his head on his hand, with his elbow on the table in front on him, in an attempt to fall asleep. My daggers go where they're supposed to. One of them catches the sleeve of his shirt on the arm that's holding his head up. It continues and it pins his arm to the wall behind him. The second pins him by the shoulder to the wall, and the third comes a few milliseconds later. It embeds itself in the wall a few millimetres above his head. If he straightened up two more millimetres, his head would be against the blade of the dagger. I see a few brown hairs fall to the ground beside him. The dagger must have been close enough to actually cut a few of his hairs off.

I fling each dagger separately, and each lands a few centimetres from the face of a sleeping Gamemaker. Their eyes open up quickly and they make movements as though they just shocked themselves with electricity. One Gamemaker actually emits a high pitched scream and literally jumps out his chair and onto the floor.

Pleased with myself, I remember why I'm here. The Games are starting soon. Finally, I have an idea for the bottles of vegetable oil in my waistband.

I do a few back handsprings to the wall opposite the Gamemakers. I finish with a back flip and turn on my heels to face the wall. I pick one final dagger from the shelf and turn to the wooden wall.

I hold the handle of the dagger in my palm and get to work. I begin to carve out letters into the wall. Big letters. I finish the first word and move onto the second. After five minutes, I'm done. The Gamemakers are eyeing me suspiciously. I take the six bottles of vegetable oil out of my waistband and get to work. I fill in the large letters with vegetable oil. I use up one bottle per letter, but I need to make sure each one has enough oil for this to work. I drop the last empty bottle on the floor and run to the fire station. I grab two stones, their names slip my mind at the moment. I go back to my wall carving and quickly rub the stones together once. Nothing happens. I do it again, and this time, in one motion, sparks fly off of the stones. I do it again, and it works. The sparks are big enough, and they land on the oil of the first letter. The oil catches on fire. I hear a sudden intake of breath from the Gamemakers as the flames spread. The fire travels up one letter and then the next, until all six letters are ablaze with orange and red fire. I turn around and all of the Gamemakers are staring, dumbfounded, at what I've done. Their jaws are all hanging open in confusion or surprise, I don't know which. My work is done here.

"Thank you," I say in a loud voice to the Gamemakers, "Have fun putting that out." I point to the flaming words behind me. With one final look at the Gamemakers, I head to the exit.

Before the doors close behind me, I get one final look at what is burning on the wall. Written in fire, are the words GAME ON.

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