Klara froze instantly at the size of the two huge Tributes. Both were just as tall as Aven and had that tanned, muscular look that District 2 was so famous for. They had miraculously managed to stay injury free throughout the arena's many tests.

After they broke through the trees it was Jaxton who noticed Aven first, he nudged Kyah with his elbow. "Well, well, well, we've been looking for you. District four, I'm guessing?"

Aven held his chin high. "You guessed right," he tightened his grip on his sword.

Jaxton paused, his eyes fixed on Aven's blade, then turned to Kyah and lifted an eyebrow. Kyah tilted her head, confused, then recognition flooded her face and she nodded.

Both careers turned to Aven a hunger in their eyes, but it was Jaxton that spoke. "We've been thinking," he took a step forward, "this is a Quarter Quell, the audience is going to be looking for an exciting ending and we want to give it to them."

Aven looked puzzled, he lowered his arm slightly and Jaxton smiled. "Ah, not what you were expecting to hear? Well, this is what I say, the three of us align, get rid of the remaining tributes, then drop our alliance and the last man," he paused and turned to Kyah,"or woman standing,wins."

Kyah had just stared at Aven the whole time, sizing him up with a smug look on her face. Her soft, round lips were slightly opened and her intense blue eyes stared into his.

Jaxton raised his arms, his face still smug. "So what do you say? Brother."

Aven paused, expressionless, his sword slightly raised.

Please Aven, do what's right. Fight them! You can win, please. Klara pleaded in her mind. If Aven teamed up with them, that means they would be coming after her and he wouldn't do that to her, would he?

Jaxton looked impatient. "I suppose if you don't want to join up, we could just kill you now." The boy reached behind his back in an over-animated way and grasped an arrow. The hail had slowed again, probably so that the audience could hear and see what was sure to be a bloody meeting.

Aven finally opened his mouth. "No, I've been waiting to find you too. I've been hoping for a challenge, an alliance that's really worthy of me," he lowered his sword completely and matched Jaxton's arrogant expression. He took a few steps towards the careers, kicking away some stray hail balls then turned towards Kyah, who still hadn't adverted her gaze. "I couldn't turn down that opportunity, could I?"

Then he did something that made Klara's insides curdle, Aven reached up and ruffled Kyah's hair.

It was all Klara could do not to run into the clearing and slap the boy across the face. So it was all for the cameras! Klara thought her and Aven really had something, but now he was just trading her up for the newest model. Not only did Klara feel betrayed, she felt heart broken.

Aven's eyes still were still locked with Kyah's as he sheathed his sword. "Let's have some fun."

Kyah and Aven stood silently for a couple second's, sizing each other up. Jaxton looked pleased, his mouth shaped into a fox-like grin, the huge boy had opened his mouth and was just about to speak until all of a sudden another figure stumbled into the clearing.

Klara's heart broke when her eyes adjusted to see Sahara, who only just noticed Aven's new team mates.

Sahara was breathing rapidly; eye's huge in fear, paralysed. A few notes of gibberish escaped her lips before she tripped, sprawling backwards across the ground.

It was Jaxton who took a step forward. "Why hello there, we've been looking for you."

Sahara's eyes darted back and forth between Aven, Kyah, and Jaxton, pleading and filling with tears.

"Oh, shh, don't worry, there's no need to cry," Jaxton's tone was terrifying. "It'll all be over soon."

He turned around to Kyah who had finally shifted her gaze from Aven, then directed his conversation to Aven. "Would you like this one?"

Klara's cheeks flared with fury. How could Aven do this?! After all the three of them had been through, he was just going to throw it all away? He should fight back, or at least let Sahara run away.

"No," Aven turned back to Kyah. "I'd like to see how good my allies are."

Kyah's eyes were fire. "My pleasure," her voice was filled with venom that matched her intimidating looks perfectly.

Klara noticed her way of walking, it was definitely meant to be seductive. Her hips swayed slightly as she glided, weightless across the snow.

Aven and Jaxton watched her eagerly the entire time, exchanging haughty glances. Klara was furious, her hands clenched into fists and teeth gritted. No doubt there were a few cameras fixed on her reaction to this turn of events.

Sahara was still scrambling, trying to get to her feet, chest pumping in panic. Kyah got down on one knee next to the small girl. "Hi there," Kyah's eyes were wide.

Sahara's gaze was fixed on Aven, still pleading silently for him to come to her aid, but his arrogant look stayed, he wasn't going anywhere.

Kyah leaned down even closer, paused, and whispered eerily. "I'm going to kill you now."

Sahara screamed, kicking and pulling at everything around her, trying to get away.

Kyah clucked her tongue a couple times, scolding the small girl, then with startling speed, brought her heavy boot down on Sahara's thin elbow, letting cracks echo through the clearing.

Klara cringed, she knew what the Sahara was feeling, she had been through similar pain when the tree fell on her.

Sahara's mouth opened wide in another scream, but no noise came out, Klara wanted to run into the clearing and pull Sahara's assailant off of her, but felt frozen in awe of the powerful and blood thirsty careers.

Then, Sahara did something surprising, she pulled out her knife and raked Kyah's face.

Kyah barely had time to react, but unfortunately, her cat-like reflexes still kicked in and Sahara's knife missed her eye, but still made a long slice down her cheek.

Kyah shrieked with rage and lifted her fist, readying it to bring down on Sahara's face.

Just then, a hand landed on Kyah's shoulder, making her jump. It was Jaxton. "Kyah, keep your composure, just end it."

Kyah nodded, embarrassed. "Goodbye, little girl."

She picked up Sahara's knife and plunged it into her abdomen, wiped off her bleeding cheek, splashing blood on Sahara's face and stood up, leaving the Sahara shaking and bleeding out on the ground.

Klara pleaded in her mind for Aven to avenge Sahara, kill the girl who killed his ally, but he did no such thing, instead, he wrapped his arm around Kyah's slender waist and whispered something in her ear.

Kyah squirmed and giggled in a way that made Klara even more angry. Even though the Capitol was watching, she didn't try to contain her fury. The audience was not the important thing right now.

As soon as the careers were out of her sight, Klara raced over to Sahara and kneeled down next to her shaking figure. Sahara's eyes were wide with pain and confusion, it seemed that she too was shocked by Aven's disloyalty.

"Klara," she just barely made out, her voice shaking in panic.

"Don't worry," Klara felt her bottom lip quiver like it always did before she started bawling. "I'm here now, don't worry, you're not alone."

Sahara lifted her hand and it twitched awkwardly, most likely out of pain and fear. "I'm scared."

"That's alright," Klara's words startled her; she didn't know what to say, but the words coming out just felt right. "It's over now, you don't need to worry, you're free."

Sahara's eyes sparkled in the twilight. "I never even got to say goodbye them, my family," she let out a choked sob, her face still beautiful through all her pain and crying.

Klara stroked Sahara's cheek, pushing any misplaced hairs off her forehead then held her hand, she remembered her mother doing this to her when she was sick. "It's okay, they know. They've always loved you," Klara paused; a lump forming in her throat. "I've always loved you."

Silent tears crept down Klara's face, falling into the unmelting snow. All of a sudden Sahara's grip on Klara's hand tightened and her eyes fixed on the cloudless sky. Her chest rose and fell more drastically as she stared into nothing.

Klara didn't know what to do, she caressed Sahara's face, trying to calm her down to no avail, until Sahara locked her eyes with Klara's and her breath slowed.

"Win," was all Sahara said before her breathing stopped all together.

Klara sobbed, what had just happened was so unjust. She had just sat there, didn't go to help the defenseless girl who had been put in danger by Aven's disloyal act. Sahara, so innocent and beautiful had died because of her fear to help the girl. She stood by to watch her death.

She didn't want to live, she didn't deserve it, but if there was anyone who deserved to win less, it was Aven.

And Klara was going to make sure he would lose.