Chapter 14: I heard the anthem play; I looked up to sky and saw The Fallen in a glowing blue. I mustn't have heard the cannons. There were 7 dead: the boy from District 6, the girl from District 7, the girl from District 8, both boy and girl from District 10 and 12.

The lights went out, the sky grew dark, and the arena grew quiet. Ertulie left to go sleep; I stayed up all night staring at the dam.

Around sunrise, Mark woke up and told me to get some sleep, I did. I was dreaming; every single victor was dead except for Mark and myself, I was holding an axe. I ran screaming towards him and severed his head. His lifeless body fell to the ground, his blood flew out excessively, and it covered the arena like an ocean. It then turned black and I was in a dark room. I fell, deeper and deeper into paranoia. I woke up in a sweat, I was breathing heavily with Talie by my side.

"Are you okay?" she asked me.

"Yeah, just a bad dream," I replied,

"It's the arena; it can do all crazy stuff to you,"

"Well let's hope I don't go crazy."

Ertulie was putting out a fire with his boots, and Mark was gathering the weapons; making sure we equally had one.

He gave me two knives, knowing that I wasn't very good with weapons. He then grabbed my wrist and dragged me away from the others, he leaned in and kissed me, I didn't want to let go of him. We broke apart and walked back. We decided to split up to see what kind of arena we were in, Talie and Zachary went together, Fawn and Celia went together and Mark, Ertulie and I. As we left I heard a cannon, that makes eight.

The arena was mostly a forest, besides the dam on top of the hill. We kept walking until we heard footsteps and laughter; we assumed it was the Careers. We quickly hid behind a different bush.

"Did you see his face?" I heard Uilo say, "don't kill me! Don't kill me!" She laughed.

To my right was Ertulie, he moved an inch and snapped a twig: possibly the biggest mistake of his life. The Careers heard him and Jamay jumped on top of him, making him unable to run.

"Well, well, well," Peeta said, "look who we have here."

The girls kicked him to his knees and held each arm behind his back, as Jamay held his head.

Peeta took out a large machete and examined it, then holding it up to Ertulie's throat.

No.

He slit his throat in an instant, blood spraying everywhere, they let go of him and he fell to the ground.

Tears stung my eyes, how could they do this.

Boom.

Nine down 15 to go.

A.N: I'm back! I am so so so so so sorry, I haven't updated in ages! I have had sooooo many assignments (10 to be exact) and have also been super busy with sport. Thank-you to everyone who has favourited or authored or however this system works!

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