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Glory POV

When I awoke, I was in a brightly lit room. Someone, a doctor I think, was standing over me, shining a light into my face.

"She seems fine now," the doctor said. I didn't know who he was talking to. Then they came in. Gulliver and Casella.

"A few scrapes and scratches, but other than that, she seems to be alright."

They nod, appearing worried as if they were my mother and father. I pushed them away.

"Geez, you aren't my parents!" I yelled as I walked away. I heard voices in the next room. "Timmy?" I asked. "Timmy!"

"I'm here," his small voice said. He was in a room decorated with pictures of animals and blood. He huddled close to me, his leg positioned strangely. And that was when I realized it. My ruthless stunt caused my brother to lose his leg, just as my father did.

I crouched down and touched his prosthetic. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

"A little at first, but now it's better." He sounded so brave. I pulled him into a hug. "I'm so sorry." I choked out before the tears started flowing.

He patted my head. "It's okay."

"No, it's not. I caused my little brother to lose his leg!" I shouted.

"We're going to die anyways," he said, sounding strangely cheerful.

I pulled away so I could look at him. "No we're not."

"Look at me. We are going to. You just have to embrace it. You have to live with this fact."

I stared at him. My 7 year old brother embracing death. Tears welled up inside of my eyes. I pulled him in for another hug.

"Okay, we don't want to break up the little reunion, but we need to keep going," Gulliver said.

I looked up, surprised. I didn't know that he had been watching us.

"Let's go!"

Gulliver POV

"Are we going back to the compartment?" the girl's stupid voice asked me.

"No!" I yelled. I was seriously starting to get sick and tired of the two children. In the past 4 hours, they had somehow managed to draw the cameras closer to me, and made me pay their extreme medical bill.

"Where are we going?" the boy asked.

I rolled my eyes. "We are going to the old Hunger Games Training Center. Wouldn't it be ironic if the Mockingjay's children died right where she trained?"

"Wait," the girl said. "You're going to shoot us now?"

"Yes. Why wait any longer?"

Finally, the girl was at a loss for words.

"Hm, I never really got your names."

"Well, I'm Glory and that's Timmy."

"Ok." I pushed the siblings farther. "You know, you have to walk on your own sometime."

"Yes," Timmy said, "but if we walk on our own, then we might just run."

"Ah, reverse psychology. You know Timmy, you are a bright one."

He beamed at me.

"If I wasn't planning to execute you right now, you would seem kind of cute." I looked at Glory. She was pouting; apparently she wanted to be the center of attention.

"We might as well start filming," I suggested as Casella took out her camera.

"In five, four, three, two, one…" she pointed to the two kids.

"Hi, Panem. We just want you to know that we are o-okay, and that we will be executed s-soon," Glory stuttered.

"If you see Katniss or Peeta, send them your condolences. We can't do much, but we'll try to survive for as long as possible." He paused for a second. "We love you Mother and Father."

Katniss POV

I heard my son's little voice spreading through all of Panem. He is only 7, yet he acts more mature than most kids his age. I took a deep breath, and stared at the blank screen. I wanted more than anything to hear that they were okay, that they were coming home. But they aren't.

Peeta knocked on our door. "How are you holding up?"

"Not so well," I told him with sad eyes. He moved over and sat on our bed with me.

"Our kids are going to be killed," I said with tearful eyes. "They're never coming back. They'll just be more pages added to our book."

Peeta put a comforting arm around me. "We can only pray for a miracle."

Glory POV

Gulliver and Casella pushed us into a dark room, only illuminated by the glow of computer screens around it.

"This," Gulliver gestured, "was the old Training Center for the Hunger Games. Now, it is a research station."

They shoved us over to opposite walls, Gulliver pinned me against one wall, Casella pinned Timmy to the one across from me. They tied our wrists to the wall with rope, and secured cuffs around our ankles.

Just embrace death, Timmy mouthed. I thought about his words. Suddenly, I wasn't afraid to die.

"Cameras on," Gulliver gestured to Casella.

Suddenly, I could see a little red blinking light on the camera.

Gulliver took a bow and arrow from a supply closet, and them loaded it. He practiced a few times on the mannequin until he got them right through the chest every time.

I gulped. In a few moments, that will be me.

I said a silent good bye to everyone I know. Mother, Father, Timmy, and all my acquaintances at school.

"Who should go first?" Gulliver's booming voice echoed across the room.

"I think the boy should," Casella replied, acting as if the camera wasn't even there at all.

"Good idea," Gulliver said. He aimed his arrow for my little brother's heart.

"Wait!" I shouted. Suddenly, I had regained my ability to talk again.

"Shouldn't I go first?" I pleaded. It would just be too painful to watch my Timmy die.

"Good point," Gulliver said. He considered my offer for a moment.

"No," Timmy called out. I had momentarily forgotten that he was here. Oops. "If I watch my big sister die, you won't have any pleasure in killing me. I will just be crying."

"But then I would have to watch my little brother die," I pointed out.

Timmy bit his lip, like he was about to cry. I then realized how much he has been through. He got kidnapped, taken to the Capitol, jumped out of a building, lost his leg, and now forced to die. If it went my way, then he would have to watch his big sister slowly die too.

"I'm being selfish," I said in defeat.

"Thank you for finally noticing," Gulliver said with a big, fake, dramatic sigh.

I rolled my eyes. "A seven year old shouldn't have to watch his big sister die."

"So it's decided."

I nodded painfully, and Timmy did too. Gulliver positioned himself, arrow facing directly towards Timmy's heart. There would be no way that Timmy wouldn't die.

Gulliver released the arrow. It soared through the air, landing straight on Timmy's chest. Gulliver turned away before he could bask in the glory.

"Why didn't you watch it?" I challenged him.

"What?" he asked.

"My brother's death. Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Yeah, but I only like to bask in the glory that people put on me after I have done the deed."

"Wimp." I looked to Gulliver, hatred gleaming in my eyes. "I hate you. I loathe you. I abominate you! You killed my brother, an innocent little seven year old. You know, we don't choose our parents!"

He rolled his eyes at me. "Of course we don't. But once we are born, we choose if we stay with them or not."

Gulliver repositioned himself so that the arrow would lodge into my heart, cutting off my supply of blood and ending my life.

"Just do it," I begged.

He shrugged and let go of the arrow. He turned away as he dropped the bow with a loud clang. The red blinking light on the camera went off as Casella and Gulliver left the room.

And then there was one. Me, Glory, with a arrow flying through the air, going to land on my heart.

Suddenly, an idea started to form. It was risky, but if it succeeded, well, then it would be all worth it.

I ducked my head, so that the arrow was now not aimed for my heart, but rather, my mouth.

I readied myself for a brutal impact, and a brutal one I got. I could feel the arrow plunging into my mouth, into my throat. I felt blood trickling out. I used my tongue, and pushed the arrow out of my mouth, but not all the way. I raised my head, and placed the arrow onto one of my restraint ropes to use it like a lever. I gurgled blood out, and spit it on the ground.

I used my head to push on the arrow until the ropes burst free. I flexed my wrist, and then went to work on my other hand. Once it was free, I untied the ropes around my feet and then went towards the bow lying in the middle of the room.

I grabbed the bow and loaded it with the arrow. I positioned it like I was going to shoot someone. Well, I kind of was.

I looked over and remembered Timmy. I rushed over to him, removing the arrow from his heart.

"Glory," he whispered.

"Yes," I responded.

"I'm tired."

I held onto his little hand. "I know. But try your best to stay awake."

"I can't." As he spoke this sentence, a single tear rolled down his face. And then he closed his eyes for good.

Tears filled my eyes as I left his side, and then raised three of my left fingers, and touched them to my lips.

I walked, defeated, out the way that Gulliver walked. I tried to summon up Mother's hunters' stealth.

I tip toed all the way until I could see Gulliver and his friend Casella's backs.

Mother, I thought in my head. You know that I'm not as good as an archer as you are, so sorry if I miss this next shot.

Tears flooded my eyes as I loaded my bow and positioned it directly towards Gulliver's back.

"This," I barely rasped. "Is revenge."

He turned, appearing shocked at my appearance. He then saw the bow. Gulliver lunged.

I pulled the string back. I can't do this, I thought. I took a deep breath, and suddenly thought of Timmy. Without thinking, I released my grip.

The arrow landed in his heart. As soon as Casella saw me, I ran. I ran all the way back to the Training Center, and took a hold of Timmy. I lifted him up as if I was carrying him, and as if he were asleep, not dead.

I ran all the way to the train station, and bought 2 train tickets. I could see the Ticketmaster eyeing us strangely. I would be too, if I wasn't me. A girl with blood pouring down her chin, carrying a boy whose face is pale, too pale.

I ran onto the train, seating myself on a plush, velvety seat.