"Well-well-well welcome to the eightieth annual Hunger Games brought to you by The Capital, where all that you wish for comes true." I caught a glimpse of Dareem on the TV screen as I was loaded into the launch pad. Moss was sitting next to him on the overstuffed bright white sofa. She was playing with her hair nervously, she most have known what was coming next.

A tube surrounded me and then my platform began to rise, I could just feel the thousands of people staring at me as it did. What started out as a small light at the top of the tunnel was gradually growing in size, and finally my head broke ground level. A sudden chill ran down my spine as a cold wind caressed my face. As the platform rose higher it became clear to me that I would need to find shelter… and fast.

All around there was nothing but trees, from small spruces to pines towering hundreds of feet in the air. And worst of all the temperature was dropping quickly. I searched the ground on all of my sides and finally spotted a big camping backpack, the gong sounded and I lunged for the pack. Something, or rather someone landed on my back as I was picking it up. I wrestled on the ground with him for a little while longer and once I was in charge of the situation I gave him a right hook to the side of his head knocking him out. I jumped to my feet grabbing the pack and ran as fast as I could.

Step. Step. Step. Breathe.

I ran like I never ran before.

Step. Step. Step. Breathe.

Trying to out run the cold. Trying to outrun the Capital, only to trip and have to get up again.

Step. Step. Step. Breathe.

Finally I tripped but not because of the tangle of rocks and roots but because of the distant sound of a cannon. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Five dead. I wonder who they were. I wonder who now holds the burden of having been the ones to kill them. And I wonder if I killed one of them. I continued to lay there in the cold until the anthem began to play and the capitol seal appeared in the darkening sky. The boy from district two appeared first, good that meant Aeiri was still alive. Next the boy from district four's face appeared, the boy who had attacked me. Oh gawd did I kill him? Then the boy from six and both from eight. As the anthem played again I covered my eyes with both arms and cried myself to sleep.

I tried to open my eyes but found it almost impossible, when they did open I found myself completely buried in snow, I shot upright and started brushing all of it off of me. I was freezing cold and if I didn't find shelter soon I would literally freeze. I grabbed my still yet to be opened backpack and ran, again.

I could see a light in the distance, just a small flickering light in the distance, but that was enough for me. I ran towards the light, even though the owner of it could possibly want to kill me, where there was light there was fire and that meant not freezing to death tonight. I shivered and ran faster, the fire drawing me to it like a magnet.

I stumble into the opening of the cave, after having called inside and there was no reply I had decided it was safely unoccupied. I cuddled up by the fire using my backpack as a pillow and feel into a deep sleep.

When I woke up I was startled by the proximity of the bare six-pack my face was nestled against. I took a deep breathe recognizing, by scent, that the person next to me was Az. I ran my hand up and down his chest, tracing the contours of his abs. Not even fazed by the fact that Azrael Lupine, the weird psycho path freak, was lying next to me only half dressed. His breathing pattern faltered and I instantly realized that he was just pretending to be asleep. I slapped his chest, "Jerk!" His deep chuckle irked me even more.

Another familiar voice interrupted my pounding on his chest which he wasn't even flinching from. "Ha! Pay up! I told you she wouldn't freak if she woke up next to you!"

"Shut it Aeiri," Azrael murmured moving his face closer to mine.

I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss, "So what was this bet you two made?"

Another voice that I knew answered, "Three."

I jumped to my feet, "Who are you?"

The boy who was now holding little Aeiri's hand was a giant, not really but he was at least six four and compared to Aeiri's four eight he was huge. "I'm Dakheel. Dakheel Deveron." He said with a sly smile.