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Okay. I wanted to try writing in Will's POV but after doing it I decided it's easier to write in his POV when something is tooo hard to explain from one person. Trust me though I WILL NOT be writing in his POV that much though. It's hard to write like a boy. ahahah sorry it took so long to update.

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WILL'S POV

"Another District 8 specialty?" Emma asked, sounding dreadful. I definitely understood her panic. District 8 didn't have very many specialties. What the hell was Charlotte up to?

All of the people of District 8 were crowded in front of the big screen television, in the town square, watching intently. The Games started off intense and just when we all thought we could sleep well tonight, something huge occurs. Like Charlotte getting dragged to the Career camp. It was really late and nobody would go home. We all had to make sure our tributes were going to last the night.

Well, nobody I knew could go home, anyway. Everyone at school knew Charlotte and Drew. Charlotte because she was way too friendly and president of our grade level, and Drew because he was the guy every other guy wanted to be and every girl loved. Cool, athletic, good-looking, smart, and funny. Everyone ignored how he treated his sister, though. Except me. I watched her cry over it. Don't even get me started on how much she cried over her father. That guy didn't deserve tears from her. Anyways, I've seen her cry a lot. It made me uncomfortable. Especially when it was over stupid, inevitable things, like me having a bigger chance of being reaped. Too bad my bigger chance didn't make any difference.

Right now, I was fuming. I didn't understand why Charlotte wouldn't agree to the Careers' terms. I mean her brother was probably going to kill her anyway. And couldn't she tell the Careers were going to kill her either way? And then Jasper forced her to agree. Emma could barely watch that part. I just wanted to somehow go through the screen and knock that kid out. I gritted my teeth furiously while the whole District was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Instead of a pin, all we could hear was Jasper's mental words and Charlotte's pain.

Now, she was saying Drew and her had a signal. Everyone knew about the hatred that existed between those two. Well it was more one-sided, but still. How did it go from absolute hate to signals and protection? I was so confused. Everyone was whispering anxiously.

"What is it?" The boy from District 2, Sam, asked curiously. There was a little crease between Charlotte's eyebrows, which meant she was hurting. Also, she was nibbling her lip, ever so slightly, which she did whenever she was trying to think. I hated the sight of her blood. I hated the Capitol for making her go through this. I hated those Careers.

Charlotte answered, slowly almost hesitantly, "It's purple smoke." Purple smoke? Jasper tightened his grip on her hair and Emma squeaked, cutting off the circulation to my arm, simultaneously. The Careers didn't believe her. Charlotte's face twisted in pain and she gasped, "Wait, wait! I'm not done. In our District, purple smoke means the required manufacturing goal for the cloth was reached. It's a tradition to let everyone in town know we met the requirements by sending purple smoke through the factory chimneys. It signals a time to relax and to stop worrying about not being paid that month. Purple smoke is a district tradition and every kid in District 8 knows how to make it." Emma turned towards me with wide eyes. That was a complete and total lie. We did nothing like that. I knew Charlotte was a good liar but I didn't know she was that good. Everyone whispered, nervously. Surprisingly, all of the Careers believed her completely. Then again they didn't know what went down in the other districts.

"Fine," Jasper said, throwing her on the ground, "Tomorrow, you're going to set the signal. Now, we sleep. Raine. You're doing first shift." Zane nodded and Jasper walked away with Lily and Sam. The girl named Princess lingered behind.

Princess spoke, viciously, "Don't even think about crawling away." She kicked Charlotte, who was already sprawled on the ground. Charlotte rolled onto her back and took a deep, shaky breath. She looked exhausted. I hated watching this so much. That girl I knew so well, the one who cried at the dumbest things, didn't even shed a tear. Somehow it was worse, then watching her bawl like a baby. I should not have listened to her and volunteered for Drew. It was better than just sitting here and watching her like this.

Zane reached down and helped her up, pulling her to a tree and tying her up. "I didn't know there was such a thing as purple smoke," he said, sounding suspicious. Emma inhaled sharply.

Charlotte nodded gravely. "Oh, really? Well not many people do. Like I said, it's a-"

"Yeah, yeah. District 8 specialties. Last time you showed me that, it didn't go over so well," he interrupted, itching his face. I smiled. Ha. Well that kid deserved it. I didn't like the way he looked at Charlotte. Especially since she was wearing that skintight outfit. When I voiced my thoughts to Emma, she thought I was jealous. Why doesn't she believe that I only think of Charlotte as a sister? It's true. She's like a sister to me. But nobody ever believes me.

Zane took out a box and Charlotte stared at it suspiciously. "Don't worry. It's just a disinfecting wipe, so you don't get infected. Healthy hostages are way better than half-dead ones." Emma rolled her eyes smiling, making me wonder why that deserved an eye roll and a smile.

I clenched my teeth. He was being nice to her. When most like he was probably going to just turn around and kill her the next moment. He wiped the blood off of her face, gently. I should have been the one doing that. Not some random stranger. Why didn't I go with her? Damn.

"Thank you, I guess," Charlotte said, smiling fleetingly, and closed her eyes, leaning against the tree. There was a little crease between her eyebrows, making me glare, unnecessarily. The excitement was done for today. Drew wasn't doing anything too interesting and it seemed like everyone in the arena was asleep. Everyone at the square were heading home.

"I don't think the Gamemakers are going to bother them tonight," Emma said, hopefully. She looked like a wreck. I nodded and patted her shoulder, gently.

"You should get some sleep," I told her. She glared at me.

"Oh thanks. Like if I didn't know that already," she said sarcastically. I glared back at her. I was just as anxious as her. If she was going to bitch at me, I might as well do the same.

"No need for the attitude," I replied. Emma glowered at me.

"It's not attitude. It's called being annoyed and frustrated. Why? Because you don't even look like you give a shit about what's going on," She jabbed at my chest, accusingly. Whoa. Where did that come from? I was not in the mood for this.

"How the hell do you know that? Stop trying to create drama and understand that I am just as frustrated as you. And unlike you I believe in Charlotte actually coming back. You're her best friend and you don't even believe in her," I hissed at Emma.

Slowly, her expression shifted to a very miserable one. Her lip quivered and then she burst into tears. I opened my mouth to say something, but no sound came out, as she stomped away. I think I might have gone too far. I wasn't very good with moody girls, anyways. I felt bad for saying what I said, but not bad enough to apologize this very second. Still, all of Emma's friends were staring at me accusingly. Girls.

I walked home alone feeling pretty pissed off. This was the Capitol's fault. The Games, watching Charlotte nearly die, Emma breaking down for the second time in a week, making me yell at my friends. I wish I had a way to just get Charlotte out of that place and leave this horrid place. Like a magic button. That wasn't going to work though.

That night I couldn't sleep. My room was full of all this dust and it got in my eyes. It made me tear up. I should probably clean up my room tomorrow. Charlotte would have gotten so angry with me for all this dust. I hated this dust. It was getting really annoying.


I woke up early the next morning to loud yelling.

"Will! The big TV showing Chawie! She on BIG TV!" It was Jenny, my kid sister, who was 2 years old. She was flailing her chubby arms uncontrollably and jumping up and down. Wow. This girl was really hyper at six in the morning. At any other time, I would have been annoyed, but right now I was very grateful.

"Thanks, Jenny," I told her, sleep out of my mind, and ruffled her hair as I pulled on a clean shirt and jeans. I sprinted out of the house taking a seat next to Emma and only right afterwards did I remember our fight last night. It felt like such a stupid thing to do, now that I thought about it.

Emma shook her head slowly and said, "That fight was really dumb. I was just in a bad mood. Let's forget about it, please." I nodded; glad I didn't have to apologize and make it really awkward. She smiled and turned away to say something to a blonde girl I recognized as Mary. There weren't very many blondes in town so everybody knew her. Anyway, all went quiet as Caesar Flickerman appeared on screen. Lately, our District has been a quiet bunch. It was kind of surprising, actually, since we were known for our rowdiness.

Caesar commented on a recap of all the exciting parts of the Games so far, like murders and kidnappings. "Now let's see how our Tributes are doing, after a good night of sleep."

The camera panned over the Career camp and zoomed in to get a close up of Jasper's sculpted face. It was contorted in annoyance. The camera slowly zoomed out to reveal him shaking Charlotte awake. I guess he was planning on starting out the day in violence. Damn psychopath.

"Hurry up and explain to us how to make the signal," Jasper commanded.

"There's a precise way to make it. If anything goes wrong Drew will realize it," Charlotte told them pointedly.

"You want us to untie you, then?" Sam asked, skeptically. She nodded, staring him straight in the eye. Sam seemed overly insightful for a Career, but he wasn't the leader of the pack, luckily. Princess opened her mouth, probably to say something nasty. Lily interrupted her.

"It's not like she can run from us." Jasper and Princess nodded. Wow. They were full of themselves. Then again, it was five against one. Jasper told them to untie Charlotte and she stretched her arms, wincing a little. Then she sighed. What was she thinking? Her expression was so guarded.

"I'm going to need purple leaves. They look really close to red but they're not really," Charlotte ordered. She blew off their expressions of disbelief, bravely. "What? It's not like you're going to let me go look for it by myself." Princess glared. I can't believe I actually thought she was hot during the interviews. I'd like to blame my hormones for that.

The Careers looked confused for a second and then Jasper told Princess, Lily, and Sam to go look for the items, in a rather rude way. It didn't take very long for them to find what they were looking for. I had a feeling that the Gamemakers were making those berries magically grow, in order to quicken the pace leading up to the inevitable murder of Drew. I bet the Capitol citizens are clamoring for that very moment.

Charlotte frowned a little and then spoke again, "Oh yeah. I need a lot of green plants. They need to be wet," She paused, seeming to remember something, "Also, a can of bug spray, sugar, and aluminum foil." Zane gave her a questioning look. "It starts up the smoke," She explained. I didn't know where they were going to get this stuff. Apparently, the Careers had sugar (which was a luxury) and aluminum foil. They were searching for bug spray and found none.

A silver parachute floated down to the ground, in front of Charlotte. She grimaced at the parachute. It wasn't from Wolfe since a little number 2 glistened on the soft fabric. They were all trying to quicken the pace of Drew's death. He must have been a big threat.

Princess smiled and said, "Were you hoping you wouldn't have to lure your District partner over here, if we didn't get all the supplies? Well don't get your hopes up."

I watched as Charlotte, quietly, scooped up the particularly large can of bug spray. She took the silver string fastened to the can and tied her hair up. I just realized that her hair had come out of the long braid and how absolutely beat up she looked. Yet somehow, she looked brave and strong, not pathetic and weak. She didn't look like that annoying, crybaby, lovable, wonderful, unique, too nice girl I knew like a sister.

I watched as she kneeled down and started grinding the leaves and burning the sugar. She was biting her lip in intent concentration and thought. When she started mixing the ingredients together Emma asked, loudly, "What is she doing?" As if on cue, everyone started murmuring to each other.

"I don't know. But she looks like she has a plan," I told Emma. Emma stared at the big screen annoyed.

"Well everyone else in the country thinks she's telling the truth. Oh my Panem, I hate the suspense," Emma replied, upset.

The screen was cut in half, the left side showing Charlotte's progress and the right side showing Drew, being stalked by the boy tribute from District 11. They full-screened, leaving a small box in the corner for the Careers, as Drew administered the finishing blow on the kid. The cannon blasted through the quiet arena.

In the little square, Charlotte yelped in surprise, jumping nearly a foot in the air. I smiled in spite of myself. Then I turned my attention to Drew.

Drew didn't take the kid's stuff. He just looked up in the direction of the snowy part of the arena, worriedly. Then, he glanced down at the boy's open eyes, that stared at him blankly, a final expression of fear and pain still plastered to his face. Drew knelt down biting his lip, just like his sister, and shut the boy from District 11's eyes. He turned on his heel and walked away, gracefully. I didn't know what to think of that.

The display shifted to the Career camp and Jasper ordering Lily to make the fire. Charlotte was holding a round bulge covered in green damp leaves. She handed it to Jasper and stepped back, as if to admire her work. Was I the only one that noticed how she was standing next to the black, square bag full of throwing knives? I think so.

"Just drop it in the fire, when I tell you," Charlotte said, in a really normal tone. She waited a minute as the fire warmed up. The only person watching Charlotte was Zane. A second before she spoke Charlotte's body tensed up, ready to run, "Now!"

Zane realized Charlotte's intentions a millisecond too late, as the can hit the fire.

Everything was chaos after that. First, Charlotte stooped down and then Zane yelled. Lily turned towards Zane just as a flash of light sparked behind her. Her shadow seemed to loom over the clearing. An explosion of light and sound enclosed the clearing. The camera shook violently and a torrent of thick, purple smoke obscured everything. The whole screen shook becoming black and white, the sound of white noise filling the astonished silence. Everyone watched and wondered what just happened.

After a split second of confusion, the Gamemakers cut to a camera outside of the Career camp showing a plume of purple smoke billowing from the clearing. They flashed a clip of the other Tributes looking up at the wisps of purple smoke, confused. Surprisingly, Drew looked up, smiling a little. He couldn't have known she was planning this, could he? Was he that much of an idiot that he smiles for no reason? But, then again, purple was sort of Charlotte's color, since her eyes were purple. He probably just guessed it.

I watched, amazed, as Charlotte appeared on screen dashing through the woods, a square, black bag in hand. Her arm was trickling blood but, otherwise, she looked fine.

The Careers stumbled out of the fog, each of them coughing up a lung. The cannon blasted deafeningly. I noticed that two of the Careers were missing. Zane and Lily. Jasper swung his fist at a tree, with a murderous expression, and Princess looked very scary, with the blood pouring out the shallow wound on her forehead. They were all pretty pissed off. They were not going to let her go for this.

I wish, now more than ever, that I were there with her. I couldn't stand just watching this. I had to do something.

"Charlotte's made some really dangerous enemies," Emma said, speaking out loud exactly what I was thinking. Her voice rung over the low buzzing and discussion over what just happened.

She kept her promise, whether it was for better or for worse, she really was fighting. I didn't know how I felt about this. The look on Emma's face told me she didn't know either. I hate this.


So what's going to go down next? I hope you liked this chapter I feel like I'm experiencing some writer's block. It's sucks. Thankfully I have the next chapter planned out.

HAhhahah and the whole smoke bomb thingie. The reason why I didn't elaborate was 'cause I didn't know how to make one and, i admit, I was TOTALLY afraid to type 'how to make a bomb' into google. The FBI would have been on my ass. AHAHAHA it doesn't help that i'm brown

So please excuse my unelaborate bomb making. I HAVE A PURPLE OBSESSION BTW :D

I wrote a new a NEW STORY :) Tis a one shot about the creation of Panem. PLEASE read I might continue if people want me to :)

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