10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...0, I don't recall what has happened the last few hours but I try to.

Earlier...

I wake up for real this time. I get onto the hovercraft that will deliver me to the games. I sit down, trying to relax. "Arm please." A woman with a little gun comes to me. I hold my arm up and she puts something inside of it. I seem to look puzzled because the woman says," It's your tracker." She leaves and I try to calm myself down. Yaris has done my hair in a ponytail, a simple hair style.

We near the arena and I am led to the underground part. I have put on my suit, a weather proof jacket with stretchable jeans. I walk around, making sure it's comfortable. I sit down when it is stretched out to my liking, easy going because I am sure I will have to do a lot of running in the arena. I sit in a sofa next to Finnick. We don't talk though and when I do, he listens.

" Can I ask of you a favor. If I die in that arena, will you carry a message to your sister. Tell her that I tried my best and all that junk." He nods and the voice that signals us that the games will begin shortly, tells me to get into the tube that will lead me into the arena. I say nothing, I have decided to become a mute in the games, to show them I will rebel.

I breath in and out, makeing sure to steady myself. I close my eyes and await for the many deaths I am soon to face.

Now...

I run to the Cornacopia, my determined eyes open with fear. I see the girl from seven, she gets stabbed in the back by her district partner. I knew these were the Hunger Games and all but still, he should have shown that poor girl who was smaller and younger than him some understanding. He looms over her dead body and a single tear escapes his eye.

It had never ocurred to me that they may have known eachother. In the mean time of watching the deaths around me, the boy from ten had managed to get to a shooting range of me. I was paralyzed, not moving. I ran but it was a bit too late, and yet I saw him throw the knife. I waited for the stabbing pain of it's impact, yet it never came. I opened my eyes and heard the cannon sound for his death, I fell to my knees and caressed his dark hair. I felt someone pull me from the body, Shaper, I wanted to thrash around but that would only show weakness, and I couldn't speak for my vow.

Shaper led me towards the Cornacopia and handed me a blade. I nodded and took down the boy from three. He coughed up and fell to the ground. I managed to hit the girl from the same district as him with two throws. I felt bad, didn't want to kill but yet my instincts said to kill.

The blood bath was almost over, most of the tributes littered the arena. In all the drama that occurred I had yet to notice the arena. It was a greenery of a forest on one side, the other side littered with tall black trees. Crows flew about and never crossed to the other side. I could see shadows that scared me as well.

"Let's take accountability." Micros announced to the lot of us. "Where's...Celiany?" He asked. Karly stood on her toes tall, looking around. Shaper spoke up and says," Cannon." He seems to understand and looks around us." And where is the other guy?" He asked we all shrug but I knew exactly what happened.

We took care of the weapons we had managed to not get lost while the hovercraft picked up the dead bodies. I sat down on the grass, watching the bodies. Karly came and sat next to me. "What up?" She asks me. I shrug and pull out the grass. She smiles and goes back to polishing her bow.

The sky gets darker and the hovercraft disapears. We have decided that I would be left behind and the rest of the pack would hunt down tributes. They leave a few minutes before the anthem begins to play.

They show Celiany, both from three, Olen, the girl from five, the boy from six, girl from seven, both from eight and nine, the girl from ten, and the male tributes from eleven and twelve. Fourteen dead, ten left. I had really never seen any years where there have been over twelve tributes dead. And as if on cue with my thoughts, two cannons are shot. I had a feeling that these were going to be one of the fastest games.

About two hours later after they left, Karly and Shaper return but there is no Micros. "Micros died fighting another tribute and got his leg mauled off by some mutt." Karly says delighted. Not once have I heard her ever sound deppressed. I nod and go back to polishing the weapons. We set out a dinner in front of us. I want to ask the question but I already know I wouldn't like the awnser. I still couldn't belive Olen sacrificed himself for me. We hadn't even spoken in those five minutes into the games and now he was gone from the world, he would be forgotten in a few years. Reduced to nothing. Probably be buried in the district cemetery.

The sun awakens us and I see Karly isn't there anymore. Shaper seems to be looking for her as well. He looks at me but I just shrug my shoulders. After minutes of searching our little camp we made in the Cornacopia, we see Karly skipping over to us. We both sigh in relief and run up to her. "There is a magnificent berry patch up ahead!" She squeaks. She twirls around and falls on the grass. We hear a few noises and turn around to see what has provoked them.

A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't uodated in a while but I have been busy with finals. Anyways as promised the games have started. Keep reading my frjends and don't forget to check out some of my other stories and make sure to Follow/Favorite this story

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