Note: WOW. I've had this chapter written for AGES and I forgot to post it. Wow. A new chapter should be coming within the next few hours, to make up for this one taking so long to post. Xoxo

The days are long and repetitive. There's nothing really different. Each day I make the meals, fish, and swim. The others hunt during the night, sit around the fire during the night, and sometimes go for walks. I like the few jobs I'm given to do when I'm not swimming, they keep me busy.

Every second or third day we hear screaming. The game makers must be getting bored of us all sitting around during the day times, so they send out what sounds to be very scary monsters. The screams must be amplified so we can hear them, so they can torment us- those are the times I sob and cling to Zenner like my life depends on it. I'll never forget the screams of the tributes I never knew of.

I'm not ashamed to cry on TV. Why should I be? It's not like I'll ever see any of the people watching ever again. I try not to think of my family watching at home and how much it must hurt their hearts to see me so afraid, because that only makes it worse. I cannot think of them, I can't. It makes everything so much worse than it already is.

Seth hints a little more each day that my time is soon coming. Zenner never leaves my side, no matter what, yet Seth still finds ways to get me alone. Usually, he wakes me up throughout the night and talks to me that way. I hate those times. I haven't got a peaceful rest since I was home in District Four.

I wish I could be home in my bed wearing my twin outfit. Or home in Finnick's bed, in Finnick's arms. I just wish I was home.

Currently it's evening. I haven't heard a canon in two days- it's our thirteen day in the arena, almost two weeks, and there are still eleven of us left. Something inside of me is telling me that the peacefulness our pack is experiencing is going to come to an end very soon.

"I think," Seth starts, pacing back and forth. We're all sat around the fire- Crystal, then Gemma, then Carter, then me and Zenner. I'm in Zenner's arms, needing more warmth. Out of all the supplies in the cornucopia, I couldn't find one blanket. Plenty of wet towels around, but no blankets. "That it's time we get these games rolling. There are still six other tributes we've yet to kill before it's our turn to fight it out." A smile, a sickeningly sweet smile, creeps across his mouth. The 'six tributes' comment was directed at me. There are six in our pack, and five other tributes still out there. I'm the other tribute to complete the six that are left to kill.

Zenner must know this too, because his arms tighten around me. "Fine, tomorrow morning, bright and early, we'll start hunting them." Zenner announces, his finger making the shape of a knot on my arm.

Two days ago, Me and Zenner were swimming in the river, when he told me that it was soon going to be time for us to split up and leave the group. The plan was to sneak away during our guarding shift while the others are out hunting. We'd have to have the perfect timing, because Zenner would have to kill Crystal or Gemma, whoever it was that was on duty to stay with us to guard, and then the canon would go off. We'd have to grab the backpacks- that I'm supposed to have packed already- and make a run for it before the others come back.

For some reason, this little knot is telling me that tonight is the night.

"Fine. Tomorrow, we all go out hunting. We'll abandon camp and sleep in the trees. Tonight, we all stay and rest by the fire." Seth nods, and the others of our group agree with him.

I can feel Zenner tensed up against me, even though he nods too. I know that means our plan won't work- not if everyone is staying here. Zenner can't take on four other career tributes, it won't be able to happen.

Everyone breaks off into their little couples to talk, and I look up at Zenner worriedly. I know he's worried as well- it's written all over his face to someone who knows him better than he knows himself. "C'mon, Cresta. Let's look for that blanket once more."

So we get up and head towards our items, which have dwindled down to very little after almost two weeks. We've run out of most of our food, which is why I've been fishing everyday, but the weapons are still there.

Quickly, Zen starts to fill a pack with steady hands. He takes half of what's left of the food, as well as two canteens of water, some matches, a container, first aid things. I keep glancing over my shoulder, murmuring 'it's safe' or 'they're not watching' or 'you might want to hurry' every few moments.

Before long, it's dark. The moon is bright, as well as the stars. Zenner whispers that he'll give the knot-signal once it's time, and we head back over to lie down by the fire. We're the first ones to lie down and stare up at the colorful stars, but the others don't take long to follow suit.

My mind drifts back to the time when me and Finnick used to lie on the beach and look up to the stars. It seems like so long ago, forevers ago.

I had asked if he knew of a place outside of Panem, a place that saw the same stars and the same moon. If there was a place on the other side of the sea, considering the world was flat and it had to end somewhere. I suggested that Panem is surrounded by a net so we wouldn't fall off, and he laughed at me.

I still wonder what would happen if you just started to swim in the ocean and didn't come back. But now I'll never find out the answer.

In the middle of a night, a hand grabs my wrist. I assume it's Zenner, but when I turn my head to the side and open my eyes, I'm faced with my best friend that's still fake sleeping. Instead the hand pulls me up and onto my feet, silently starting to drag me away.

"It's time for you to die, little Mermaid," the man, who I now realize is Seth, whispers to me, dragging me to the other side of the cornucopia. There's no point for me to fight him- he's so much stronger than me, it'd be so useless. I open my mouth to scream for help, for Zenner, for Finnick, for anyone, but nothing comes out.

His hands press me against the opposite side of the big horn, pinning me against it, and he smirks. "I'm surprised you two have stuck around, honestly. I figured you would have left after the first week was over." His mouth is close enough to my ear that I feel his breath, and I try to squirm away.

I do not like this situation. I do not like this man. I must break free.

The audience must be stuck to the edge of their seats by this point, and I wouldn't blame them. I simply hope Ivory has enough sense to turn herself around and close her eyes. I don't want her to see me die.

Seth starts to kiss along my neck. He seems to like kisses for a scary monster. His kisses are cut short though, by the howl of pain that leaves his mouth. My eyes, which were squeezed shut, have now flown open to see Zenner standing behind Seth, stabbing the boy in the shoulder.

He releases me and I crumble to the ground, wishing I could curl up and cry my eyes out. Instead I'm forced to listen to the fighting going on in front of me.

They are of equal strength, really. Zenner is big and strong and can be so violent when he needs to be. Seth is just overall scary all the time.

I hear cries of pain and grunting. For a moment I think they're going to kill each other, but Zenner knocks Seth to the ground and runs to me. "Annie, now, run! Go!" He yells at me, trying to get me to focus on getting my legs to move. When they don't do as they're told, he quickly starts to drag me away.

The boy left on the ground, Seth, is starting to get up as I finally start to run. Crystal, Gemma, and Carter are called over, but after that we're out of ear shot. We keep running and running, on adrenaline only- our bellies are empty. Our pack of things we need is left behind. Our main and only focus is to get somewhere safe.

It doesn't take long for me to have to stop and catch my breath. My limbs are tired from so much movement that I'm not used to, I need a break. Zenner lets me for a few moments, but forces me to come along again when we start to hear the others again. They're closing in on us, and quickly. We won't be able to outrun them and it's all my fault. If I were bigger, stronger, we could have continued to run on. Zenner's too loaded down with weapons to carry me long distances, and if I were to jump into the river to try to get away, I'd probably drown from the waves.

A knife is quickly shoved into my hand, but then Zenner pushes me behind him, just as we're surrounded. Seth is almost hysterical with rage- his eyes are dark and dilated, his breath rugged, laughter bubbling out from his mouth. They're all laughing, all four of them. Any smidge of friendship created within the last few weeks has disappeared, and hatred and disgust has been replaced by them. The way they look at us clearly tells me that they see us as nothing more than animals waiting to be slaughtered.

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