Barker POV

Of course, I'd been paired up with him. The most hated tribute in this year's games. Which meant his chances of being killed were far higher than winning. It's not even been an hour, and the man had been shot in the back, like three times. After jumping into the river after him. I felt myself being swept away by the raging waters. I searched around for the big idiot to see him float face first to my far right. I quickly swam toward him, flipped him over and interlocked my legs around him from behind.

I had to think quick. At the speed, we were moving we were either going to enter rapids or fly off a waterfall. Then I saw a cavern entrance approaching. I tried to shift us closer to the wall before we floated past it. I sunk my claws along the ground of the entrance. My heart jolted, when it wouldn't catch, and instead scraped along the rock. I saw the wall of the opening approaching, so I hooked my arm into it. The weight and force sent a sharp pain through my armpit into my shoulder. I then latched on with my other hand and tried to lift myself up into the cavern. It would have been hard just lifting myself, but with Achilles, it felt almost impossible. Then suddenly I felt his weight lightened. I looked down to see him in a delirious state gripping onto the wall. I quickly lifted myself into the cavern, then reached out and grabbed him under his armpits and pulled him toward me. It was much easier since he was no longer dead weight and we both collapsed onto the ground. I laid on my back gasping from exertion. It took me a few moments to realise he wasn't breathing at all.

I ripped his backpack off, then his shirt. His wounds had already been cleaned by the water. I dumped both of our bags for medicine. I found the right kind, it was a pill, and I practically shoved it down his throat. I needed to keep him alive long enough for the medicine to work. I was so glad we learnt CPR.

I performed the movements while saying them out loud. "Place the heel of one hand on the lower half of the person's breastbone.

Place the other hand on top of your first hand and either grasp your own wrist, then perform continuous compressions at a rate of approximately 100 per minute."

A minute past and nothing changed. He still wasn't breathing. Goddamn, it, I had to give him mouth to mouth. I gave him two short breaths and then he suddenly gasped and coughed.

I bolted away from him, gagging. "You coughed in my mouth!"

Cleo POV

I couldn't believe they actually jumped from the train. I was this close to taking out two of the biggest competitors in the game. What were the odds that they'd be paired together?

I didn't bother to shut the door behind me, my arrow was poison as I slowly made my way through the carriages. I froze when in the carriage in front of me I saw Crys, Pave, Floe, Mac and the girl from District 3. They were armed, but they didn't seem to be in any conflict. I noticed Crys's bracelet, a lime green that matched mine. I unnotched my arrow and entered the cabin. Showing my bracelet.

"Welcome to the party." Floe greeted, in a sickeningly sweet tone. Yep, she was a sociopath.

"Any of you know the other pairs?"

"Athena and the boy from your district," Pave answered.

"Great, she's got Clyde as dead weight. She's a challenge otherwise."

"Speaking of challenges I ran into Carth. He had a black bracelet, but he was by himself. He had jumped off the train before it left." Crys added.

"Barker and Achilles jumped off as well into the river. But not before I shot him in the back a few times."

"Good work. Those two got the top scores for a reason. We should hunt them down while one of them is wounded, then move on to Athena, then Carth."

Mac stepped forward, waving his arms."Wait! Shouldn't we be talking about this massive game changer? Does this mean there will be two victors?" Mac asked.

I rolled my eyes and started to rummage through the compartment for anything valuable. "I doubt it. They'll probably make the final two kill each other. Now shut up and let's start stripping this train. We get what we want and need then dump it from the train."

Carth POV

I hid in the saloon doing an intake of what I grabbed from the train. I'd gotten a Calvary sword and a backpack, which contained: food, iodine, matches and a compact crossbow with a slew of bolts.

I was the first on to the train thanks to the boy from District 9 jumping off his position. It distracted everyone else on my side of the train. When I got off, I had seen a glimpse of Achilles before he jumped onto the train. I also saw the wake of dead bodies behind him.

I was certain I was the only one to not stay on the train, but I didn't want to risk anything, so I remained in the saloon. I was behind the bar, which was to my surprise fully stocked with alcohol. I could make a Molotov cocktail from any of the amber bottles thanks to my matches. Perhaps the trains weren't the only place to gain supplies. That would definitely go along with the theme of the games, which seemed to be to change everything. I still couldn't believe I was paired with some stranger. I felt nervous not know who or where they were, but I knew that the top scoring tributes would be targets.

My best bet was to wait in the two until the train came back. Anyone still on it would get off at the other stop. Hopefully, there would still be something left.

Bang!

The violent sound jolted me, and I aimed my crossbow around myself wildly. I calmed myself realising it was merely the canon. I listened to hear it fire eight times. That meant four pairs were out, leaving seven left. I didn't think the Hunger Games would last long this year, at this rate.

As dusk began, I decided to stay in the Saloon for the night. There was a bedroom upstairs. I booby-trapped the front door with the bottles from the bar. If anyone walked in they would trip on the string, causing bottles to swing at them from upstairs, if they did or didn't dodge the bottle, the glass would break, and I'd wake up. I also tweaked with my bedroom door, so that if it swung open it would squeak loudly, alerting me and my crossbow.

Despite my constant worry, that I could die at any moment due to my mystery partner. I considered myself lucky, most people wouldn't be sleeping in bed, let alone safety from the elements. It chilly in this room, it must feel like an iceberg outside.

Achilles POV

I was in an out of consciousness for what felt like hours. During those short periods in-between delirium, I noticed Barker had changed my clothes. and dressed my wounds. Again I was saved by someone from District 7. The canons were like music to my ears. Eight were dead. Fourteen were left. I doubted their would be two winners especially after the second rebellion. I refused to be grateful for Barker's help. She had no choice. She was my enemy. District 7 tributes had taken away from me, two of the people I loved most; my brother and Aria.

I'll rip the life out of her. The first chance I get.

I woke up for the final time, when I heard the familiar Capitol tune. I immediately noticed that Barker had a fire to my fury.

"What are you doing!?" I hissed.

"Oh, shut up! The smoke evaporates before it reaches higher ground, no one can see it. Now shut up and watch."

I sighed in annoyance before seeing in the night sky: Silk, the boy from three, Zeke, both of District 8 and the boys from 9 and 11. I couldn't help but smile when I realized I had the most kills.

"Yeah, yuck it up you piece of -" Barker faltered when the sky caught her eye.

I looked over to see my face in the sky, in the middle of wanted poster. I also saw Carth's face beside mine. There was a reward, but it didn't disclose what it was exactly. It was an open meal ticket for anyone desperate enough.

"You continue to be a pain in my backside, Ape." Barker commented, darkly, as she unrolled a sleeping bag.

"Where's the other sleeping bag?" I asked.

"In someone else's bag." She answered, as she laid in it.

"Where am I gonna sleep?"

She sighed before opening up her sleeping bag. I was aghast. I was not going to be sharing a sleeping bag with her. "You can't be serious."

"We've swapped spit. I'm sure sleeping together is the tamest -"

"I'd rather freeze." I interjected.

"Oh really? Then let me help." She dumped a canteen of water over the fire. "That's for coughing in my mouth."


A/N: Another twist. There is a Wanted Board. One for the best player and the other for the weakest player. Let me know your opinion in a review.