The world is fuzzy. My ears are ringing. All I can see is a dark shape looming over the now dead Rue.

"No..." a groan escapes my throat. "She can't be dead..."

"But she is, girly," a voice cackles. I recognize it to be Clove's. "She's dead as a doornail, just like you're gonna be."

I know that pleading isn't going to work this time, so I do an insane thing. I scramble to my feet and run. I run as fast as I can, fear fueling my adrenalin. I know that this is stupid, because Clove is way too good with throwing knives to miss her target, but I try anyway, ducking at random times. After what seems like five minutes, I look backwards, and upon seeing no one, I take a breath of relief and turn around to see District Four's male tribute, Crag, standing over me with a spear clutched in his hand. I scream and push him as hard as I can. Surprised, he stumbles and falls backwards. Before I know what I am doing, I have ripped the spear out of his hand and hold it to his throat.

"You... killed... Rue..." I say. Fear flickers through Crag's eyes for a moment, but then relief clouds them.

"No. I did," Clove cackled from behind, grabbing my arms and pulling them behind me. "And you're gonna die, just like she did. But... I think I'm gonna take my time with this. We're in no rush, are we, Crag?"

He laughs, getting up. "Of course not," he says easily. Without warning, he ignores his spear and punches me hard in the stomach. I groan and seize up at the pain.

"Didn't like that, did you?" he laughs, punching me again. The wind is knocked out of me, and tears well up in my eyes. This is not the way I want to die.

"Think she's weak enough?" Clove asks Crag. He puts his face in mine, and I can smell his breath.

"You got enough, girly?" All I do is groan. "I think she is," he confirms, standing back up. Clove releases me and throws me to the ground.

"I'm gonna enjoy this," she says, kicking me roughly in the side. I groan and clutch my stomach. Suddenly she looks up. "Lyssa! Marvel! Do you got him?"

"You can bet we do," a rough voice rings out. I take it to be Marvel's. "You got the girl?"

"Does it look like we got the girl, dimwit?" Clove snarles. "Just hurry up and get the boy over here. We got a surprise for you," she says nastily to Peeta. "Hold him," she instructs Lyssa and Marvel. Making sure Peeta had full view of us, she kicked me hard in the stomach. I groaned and clutched it, tears coming to the surface.

"No! You stop, you filthy animals!" Peeta kicks and struggles, but the Careers hold onto him firmly. I don't understand why Peeta is acting this way; we barely know each other.

"Oh, you don't like that, do you?" Clove asks, giving me another hard kick. I feel one of my ribs crack and scream out in pain. She gets a knife out of her bag, kneeling down beside me. "Time to show my artistic skills," she says, laughing. I whimper, tears flowing down my face. "Hmm... where to start..." she inspects my face for a moment, then laughs, bringing her knife to my face. I feel the blade cut deeply into the flesh just below my right eye. She drags the blade right across my face, over the bridge of my nose and right below my left. I scream out in pain, blood running in streams down my face.

"Clove, I think she's gotten enough," a nervous voice says that I take to be Marvel's. Clove looks up sharply.

"Think she's gotten enough?" she sneers. "What a petty tribute you are." She goes back to her work, carving around the length of my face and outlining my lips.

"I'm serious," Marvel says sternly. "Stop it, Clove."

"Stop it, Clove," she mimics. "I think you should stop it, Marvel." She digs her knife deep into my right temple, and I writhe in agony, screaming. At this point I've closed my eyes, the pain too much for me to bear. Just kill me... I think. I hear a thud, and the knife is torn from my face. I open my eyes to see Marvel wresting Clove.

"What's wrong with you?" he demands. "Why don't you just cut it out?"

"What's going on here?" A new voice breaks in that I'm pretty sure is Glimmer's.

"Marvel is being a complete idiot!" Clove throws Marvel off, pinning him to the ground. Taking another knife out of her bag, she tosses it effortlessly at Marvel, who get's up and tries to escape. True to it's target, it nails him right in the head. He falls and the cannon goes off. Almost immediately after, another cannon goes off. Apparently we're not the only tributes fighting.

"Now that he's dead," Clove says, almost like the Career was like an annoying fly buzzing about her head. "I haven't finished with her." Before she can make any more cuts, though, a loud oomph comes from where Peeta and Lyssa are. I turn my head to much pain to see Peeta on top of Lyssa, punching her like there's no tomorrow. Her screams echo around the forest, making my blood curdle. Crag throws himself on top of Peeta, both of them crashing to the ground.

"Get away from her!" he says, punching Peeta square in the face. I here a small crack that I take to be Peeta's nose.

"Stop it!" I sob, tears running faster and faster down my face.

"Shut up," Clove hisses to me.

"No," I say defiantly, pushing Clove away. She barely stumbles. Laughing, she wrenches her knife from my temple, beginning to trace my nose. I writhe and scream and kick, but the pain is too much and I'm barely hanging onto consciousness. Another cannon goes off, and at first I'm afraid that Peeta has been killed, but he's still fighting. I can see him. No more than two seconds later another goes off, then a third. I hate myself for it, but I find myself ticking the deaths off in my head. I wince. It's just us now. Clove laughs, obviously thinking along the same lines.

"No one else to come save you," she says nastily. "And... I think I want to admire my art work." Grabbing me roughly by my arms, she pulls me to my feet, holding me with one arm and rummaging through her bag with the other. Seconds later she comes up with more knives. Carrying me to the nearest tree, she put my two hands against it, taking one knife and stabbing it clean through my hand, into the tree. I scream and thrash, blinded by the pain. Sweat beads my face, and my tears are choked. I'm hyperventilating by the time she nails my other hand into the tree. Clove stands back to observe me.

"There we go.. perfect," she comments, turning away. All I can do is cry, the pain is too much. Please... just let me die... I just want to die... My poor family! I can't stand to think the pain they're going through. Much worse than mine, anyway.

I avert my eyes from Clove to nervously watch Peeta. He's still hanging on, fighting Crag and Lyssa at the same time. Finally, Peeta delivers one more blow to Lyssa and she falls, dead. Another cannon goes off. Crag looks up. "HOW DARE YOU!" He bellows, punching Peeta square in the face. Peeta groans, falls over, and collapses on the ground. I cringe, but don't hear a cannon. Relief floods my mind. I can't evade it forever, though, because moments later I watch Crag grab his trident and nail Peeta square in the back. The cannon goes off seconds later. I scream and thrash.

"NO! NO!"

"Shut up, you idiot girl!" Clove hisses, smacking me across the face. I start crying harder than ever. Without warning, Glimmer leaps on Crag, desperately trying to rip the trident out of his hand. She doesn't succeed, though, and Crag swings his trident, cutting off Glimmer's head. The cannon goes off as it flies through the air and lands in the branches above me. I close my eyes in horror as the head lands on me. Blood, not mine, but Glimmer's, soaks into my shirt. I'm forced to watch Clove and Crag battle it out. Clove is flinging knives at the Career, but he dodges them and swings at her with his trident. In less than a minute, Clove's knives meet her target and Crag falls down, blood gurgling out his mouth. Clove turns to me.

"Now with you, girly," she cackles. "Once you're dead, I've won." She brings back her knife to stab my neck, and just when I'm thinking that I'm going to die, I notice that Clove made a mistake.

She forgot to listen for the cannon.

Clove screams as Crag's trident slices clean through her, sticking out the other side. The cannon goes off and she falls, dead. Crag falls seconds after her, desperately trying to hold onto his life. But even he knows it. He's as good as dead. The cannon goes off, signaling that I've won.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, your 74th Hunger Games victor!"

I smile, hang my head, and take my last breath before letting death take me.

Muah! I really, really have to apologize, but I've just started a new FanFic, which totals a grand total of 3 at the moment for me. It's too much. So, I've decided to cut this story off short. I know, it completely goes away from what the whole point of the story is, and I must apologize, but when I'm writing a story, you really can't blame me. The story goes wherever it wants to. It had to happen. You'll find that with a lot of my stories all the characters end up dying in the end, but, as I've already explained, it's not my fault.

So, as you've probably already guessed, this is the end of the story. The adventures stop here. And while I'm done with this FanFic, keep an eye out for my latest one, As I love you. I'm also starting a Harry Potter FanFic, Mudblood, so be sure to check that out too. Thank you guys, you are amazing. -hugs reviews- You have no idea how much reviews boost my self-confidence as a writer. You guys truly are amazing.

-Darky