Sooo I'm baaaack! I know I said that I would post during the weekend, but I had to make a few changes to this chapter. I apologize for the lack of update. It isn't fair to you guys and I hope that this can make up for it.

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The Death Games
Chapter 9: The Death Games or the Hunger Games?

After our little encounter, I went to my own private room instead of the VIP's to watch the game. And I'm glad that I did. Otherwise, people will speculate the way I watch Clove. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her the other night, and it was very risky when I showed my concern for a tribute who is supposedly Panem's entertainer.

I sat comfortably in my seat and my heart swelled with pride when I saw Clove meandering easily through the arena, but what I feared most came true. Clove got hurt while trying to protect Finnick. My eyes darted away from the screen and I flinched when I heard Clove screaming in agony. Her scream made my heart ache and there was nothing I could about it. I couldn't help but look back at the screen to see if her wounds were closing up like it was supposed to. It didn't close up fully, but it did kind of close up.

I envied Finnick when he placed Clove's head on his lap. I wished it was me comforting and soothing her. The two seemed like they were close and I wondered if they were together. The thought of it was unbearable. I clenched and unclenched my fists and my fingers slightly throbbed. I didn't even realize that I had tightened them.

"Do you think more will be coming?"

My attention went back to the Games when Foxface asked the question.

"Probably not. But who knows what could be lurking in those waters." Thresh replied then turn to Wesley and glared. "What's the matter with you?"

"What? I didn't know that thing could harm anyone." He shrugged.

I clenched my fists once more. Feeling irritated toward Wesley would be an understatement. Feeling more pissed of than Thresh wouldn't even begin to cover it. Tributes should be looking out for one another and working as a team.

Thresh walked slowly towards Wesley. "Those things were programmed to kill us! And if you haven't noticed, they tear out your flesh and it's your fault that Clove is in this state right now!" He screamed in front of his face.

I smirked and wanted nothing more than to pat Thresh on the back and beat up Wesley right ten and there.

"Oooo! Looks like something is stirring up between the teammates!" I rolled my eyes at Claudius Templesmith's annoying acknowledgement during the Games.

"Oh, come on!" Wesley exclaimed. "This is a game right? A game where we, the tributes, kill everything that stands in our way. After all, we are responsible for making it fun for Panem. Might as well turn it back into the Hunger Games."

"WHAT?" I shouted and shot out of my seat. This guy is INSANE!

The tributes had the same incredulous look on their faces. Finnick abruptly looked at Wesley and glared with all of this might. Like he actually wanted to kill something. I would be too if I were in the arena. He briefly told Foxface to take care of Clove and gently put placed her head on the redheaded girl's lap. Finnick darted across the land until he reached Wesley.

I smirked evilly when Finnick forced him to the ground, catching him off guard.

"Listen up," Finnick fumed. "Yes, this is a game, but it is NOT a competition. This isn't the Hunger Games; it is the Death Games. You know what that means? It means you have to survive these three full days without getting eaten or torn apart limb from limb. You think we're here to have fun, huh?"

Finnick gave him a hard shake. It gave me a little satisfaction to see the fear in Wesley's eyes.

"We're not here to have fun." Finnick continued. "No…we are here to entertain the people who captured us when we try to help those we love and care about. This game is a cruel, cruel punishment. Don't forget that we're a team. We work together and look out for our teammates. You don't want to do that? Then be my guest and go off on your own. I won't be surprise if you end up dead in tomorrow morning. If not, then get off you high and mighty horse, Wesley. Or that pride of yours will bring death to us all." Finnick said quietly when he let go of the boy and stood up.

I laughed at Wesley's stupefied expression. I wish Finnick pummeled the guy. As a royal, I would give him the blessing to do more than confront Wesley. It was hard to not like Finnick. Clearly, he was the leader of this whole team and I can see why the Capitol loves him so much. He has the qualities I admire in a person and friend. He has definitely earned my respect.

I frowned at the thought of him and Clove. I don't know for sure if they are together or not. But if Clove had to be with any guy who is not me…then I'd hope it would be him.

Darkness had fallen over the arena, and there haven't been any incidents lately. Clove hasn't woken up since she dozed off into a slumber, and I couldn't eat my dinner because I was beyond worried if she was all right or not. I constantly paced back and forth in my room, glancing at the screen to see if she would wake up. It didn't seem likely.

Since Clove's wounds didn't fully heal, the risk of getting an infection is high. It's only the first day and I don't know if she'll be able to make it out alive once the game is over.

"Finnick," Foxface's voice captured my attention. "Look at the water."

It was sinking and parts of the land in the arena appeared once more. Only it wasn't a forest this time. What was once the tribute's little island was now just a small hill.

"What do you think the Gamemakers are planning?" Foxface asked.

"I don't know," Finnick replied. "But after seeing today's events, it is something that's unexpected."

The camera showed Finnick's face as he examined the arena around him. His eyes and ears were his guide in survival, so you could see that he was in complete focus. Everything suddenly got very quiet. When Finnick noticed this, he knew something bad was going to happen.

Just then, something big and pointy came out at the center of their island. It was at least to seven feet tall. A bunch of other spikes shot out from the ground causing the earth to shake.

"RUN!" Finnick shouted.

Thresh picked up Clove and ran away from the spikes like everyone else did.

The ground shook like the earthquake they felt earlier, but this time it was more powerful. Each spike that came out sent a shock wave to the ground causing the tributes to stumble during their run. It eventually brought almost every tribute to the ground, including Thresh.

When he fell, Clove was no longer in his arms, but was two yards away from him.

It was all chaos and I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't feel the beat of my heart. I was too distracted by the way how my heart constricted painfully for Clove.

I turned to the window that viewed the arena. My thoughts and worries were all focused on Clove. She's out there; injured and knocked out. And I couldn't do anything. I can't.

"Oh, god please no." I devastatingly whispered.