Well hello! Welcome to another episode of The Companion Games! I don't own the Hunger Games or Doctor Who. However, I do like the idea of putting all of the NewWho Companions together to make them fight to the death!

DEAD (7/24):

Howie Spragg – Stabbed; Larry.

Astrid Peth - Strangled; Adam.

Vincent Van Gogh – Decapitated; Toby.

Craig Owens – Bludgeoned; Mickey.

Jeanne-Antoinette Poisson – Unknown.

Donna Noble – Overheated; Jenny.

Father Octavian – the Scrytan

Teams So Far:

Canton and River – At the city

Mickey and Martha – Woods

Adam and Toby – Last Seen at Bloodbath

Rose – Beach All By Herself

Jack and Sally – In the Woods

Jenny and Christina - Canyon

Amy and Rory – At the City

Now there are a few things that you should know about how I write. Particularly on bad day where I cannot connect with characters and thus my writing is badder. Oh. Badder. Well, yes! Badder! If you reject that word, it's NewSpeak! If you do not know what NewSpeak is—then you have to go read 1984. Which is a wonderful book. Getting off topic! Right, now—I sometimes like to go into first person to avoid the Badder Writing. I like the Gooder Writing! Oh, NewSpeak how I love thee. Anyway, have fun with this episode. Hope it's a decent one!

Kazran Sardick

Night fell upon the arena and people fell away into their hideouts. Some crouched under branches, some away in the caves, some hidden away in their safety. The sky was crystal clear and blue. The stars were a perfect replica of Earth's—but a replica nonetheless. Small holographic lights in the sky and nothing more.

A large hologram flashed across the sky, lighting it up as thought it were a permanent firework. The letter "M" was hanging in the air with three stars dotted around it. It was his symbol. The symbol for tyranny, death, and hopelessness. The Master.

The faces of the day played through. Howie Spragg. Vincent Van Gogh. Astrid Peth. Jeanne-Antoinette Poisson. Donna Noble. Father Octavian. The arena was hushed, watching the giant faces in the sky. From Kazran's view of the sky, he didn't know that Jenny was silently crying. He didn't know that Amy was forcing back her tears as she saw Vincent's name. He didn't know of Rose forcing the memory form her mind or the way that Rita was trying to hide away from Howie's death. No, Kazran knew none of this.

He looked up from between the roots of the trees, watching the faces flicker across the sky. Seven deaths. Seven people that he didn't know. Seven just bland faces. Faces of the dead.

"Kazran, come back in, " Abigail whispered quickly. He slid further down beneath the "safety" of the roots. They had found this place on accident. Abigail and Kazran were running from the blood bath and they went for the forest Sadly, Abigail tripped and fell into this hole—snapping her ankle in the process. They had tried to get out of the hole, but she could barely walk and she kept saying that "it didn't matter how far they got". He hadn't pushed her.

Kazran slipped beside her, trying to hide the anxiety. She was so lovely and he never would quite be enough for her. If they made it out together somehow, he would propose. That was his idea. He'd profess his love and maybe the viewers would take pity on him. Most likely—not. But he had to try.

"How's the ankle?" He asked with a smile. In the darkness, he couldn't see the tears that rolled down her cheek. She didn't know how to say goodbye. She was taken away before that. She didn't get to participate in Prep Week either. No—she had been frozen and her pre-made interview was shown. Kazran still didn't put it together. That poor boy.

"It's fine," Abigail replied, trying to make her voice sound as cheerful as possible. "How do you feel?" She hoped happy. Well, as happy as he could get here. Her hand slipped through the darkness and grabbed his. It was odd to not feel it as old and wrinkled. Just for one day she had felt it that way. Part of the day. Part of the best day.

Kazran's heart leapt in his chest. She was touching his hand. She was touching him. "I-I… I'm great," he whispered back. His heart was racing and his head was swimming. What was going on? He didn't care. She was with him. She was touching his hand. Maybe the Games weren't too bad.

Abigail scooted closer to Kazran, her head setting down upon his shoulder. She could feel time. Time approaching. Time ending. Time falling away. She wanted to spend it with him. She wanted to spend her life with him and so she would.

"Kazran," her voice was soft and she was trying to be sweet for him. "What's the best memory you have?"

He glanced down at her, squeezing her hand gently. This could go wrong. It could go very wrong. Or—it could go right. When faced with death right around the corner, it's a wonder what sort of things people will admit.

"The day I first talked to you," Kazran admitted with a tiny smile. It had been the day that the Doctor came to show him the fish in the sky. He owed the Doctor for showing him a wonderful new world to live in. A world the involved Abigail.

She nuzzled into his neck, smiling to herself. She did want to say it. She wanted to tell him the words that she knew for a fact. That she knew would have come for him one day.

"What about you? Best memory?"

The smile faded from her face. It was a tough reality, but that day wouldn't come for him. Maybe it was a good thing she was dying. She would remember those days that hadn't come along for him yet. Had he died, what if they never came? She would happily die for that day. She'd die a hundred times over.

"My best memory is this," she whispered. "This day with you, Kazran. Thank you."

He stiffened at the words, letting them soak into his mind. With him. This was her best memory. He couldn't hold back the grin. He was just excited. He was anxious and despite the conditions, he was happy.

They stayed like that for a few hours, dozing in and out of sleep. Abigail kept trying to talk to him, to savor the last few moments that she'd have. The false moon crept higher and higher into the sky, ticking her life away.

Her head started to get foggier and foggier. The disease was beckoning her to death. It was like falling asleep, without the security that you'd wake up in the morning. Time was of the essence.

"Kaz… Kazran," Abigail whispered through the night.

He shook his head, pulling himself out of the light sleep. "What? What's the matter?" he groaned softly, forcing his eyes open to see the darkened den they had.

She lifted her head up and reached over, touching his cheek lightly. The tears were back, silently strolling down her cheeks. Abigail gently turned his head toward hers and kissed him for what would be the first and last time.

Kazran's eyes lit up for a moment as he processed if this was a dream or not. It didn't matter. No, if it was a dream, then it was a damn good one. If it wasn't—then it was his new best memory.

Abigail pulled back, opening her eyes to search his. The moonlight filled the den with just enough light to let them see, but not enough to see the pain in Abigail's face. It was starting to hurt to move too much. But Kazran was smiling and his cheeks were pink. Yes. The best memory.

Or the worst.

"This is it," she whispered softly. "The final day."

The smile he had vanished from his face. The numbers on her door. This was her last day? This? He flinched back away from her, his mind racing at what she meant. No. She couldn't mean that. Obviously it couldn't mean that!

She reached out, taking his hand again. "Kazran, I'm sorry…" He could hear it now. The pain. He could hear the hidden words that he had been missing. Her final day. The final words.

"No… No this isn't your last day. This cannot be your last day," he hurriedly snapped. It wasn't fair. "We had just celebrated Christmas! This isn't right!" His voice turned to a shout as the cruelty of life came crashing about him. "We were just together! We were on our way back! We were at the party! We were just talking by the poolside!"

He hadn't heard. He was pulled away by the Master. Before their first kiss, before she told him about the final day. Before the world crashed down. A few more moments and he would have been more prepared perhaps. Just a few precious moments.

A jolt of pain slammed against her chest. Her eyes widened as she flinched against the pain, trying to free herself from it. Her grasp tightened around Kazran's hand. It was coming. Faster and faster.

He got to his knees, still keeping low against the roots. Oh god no. Not yet. He reached out, holding her beautiful blonde face in his hands. "No. Stay with my Abigail. Stay with me."

Her body shuddered and her eyes found his. The pain was growing and growing. The dream-like stage was finding her sight now. Kazran was becoming blurrier and blurrier; falling away from her.

There are words in the universe that can destroy. There are more destructive words. There will always be worse phrases that one can utter. Some that can simply just break you.

For Kazran, it was Abigail stuttering in whispers. Her eyes searching for his and her hand tightening around his. Three words that tore him apart.

"I l-love you."

For Abigail, the final burst of pain was the final words that she heard Kazran say. Words that hurt because she could never do such a thing. She could never save him, she could never help him, and she would never see him again.

"Stay with me."

A cannon fired.

Well then. Keep in mind, I'm following the wibbly wobbly time streams. So if you have a problem, then I am so very sorry. If not, kudos. I had to force this chapter and I was putting it off for a really long time. She didn't survive quite a day because she spent a bit of it with Older Kazran. But, now he's alone. The world is unfair for him. Oh well. Reply with who you want to win! Thank you all so much. This is insane of how many views I've had and I can't thank you all enough. The replies are literally the thing that make me happy and keep going so UGH. Thank you all. I love you all so much.

DEAD (8/24):

Howie Spragg – Stabbed; Larry.

Astrid Peth - Strangled; Adam.

Vincent Van Gogh – Decapitated; Toby.

Craig Owens – Bludgeoned; Mickey.

Jeanne-Antoinette Poisson – Unknown.

Donna Noble – Overheated; Jenny.

Father Octavian – The Scrytan

Abigail Pettigrew – Time.

Teams So Far:

Canton and River – At the city

Mickey and Martha – Woods

Adam and Toby – Last Seen at Bloodbath

Rose – Beach All By Herself

Jack and Sally – In the Woods

Jenny and Christina - Canyon

Amy and Rory – At the City

Kazran – Alone in the Forest.

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