A/N:

Look at this insanity! I have free time! I just wanted to thank the three people that reviewed, shout out to Peddie Milliamson, artsoccer, and Guest because they are amazing and absolutely made my day. Just to let you know Ala would like me to point out that our family isn't that messed up and I love her best (writing this was the only way to get her off the computer…). I can't decide whether or not this is good or bad but I'm going to tell you Patricia is not pregnant! Sorry to those of you who wanted her to be but I really do not know how well being pregnant would go down once they get back to England and such. There is something going on there though and you will find out… NOT TODAY! So anyway on to the story! Thank you for your dedication, please review!

~writingmagic

Gemma's POV

Fourteen. Fourteen innocent people dead in the blood bath. One because of me.

All I have to say was it was Patricia's life or his. Anyone who's even willing to charge at someone who has yet to do a thing to you isn't deserving of life in my book. Though I guess that makes me just as bad.

Now I was lying between Eddie and Patricia in the middle of the forest, in the dead of night, surrounded by our allies. After a couple of close calls getting here and the boy who kissed me, (still have absolutely no idea who that was but he confused me and stole my knife, rude much?) well Eddie and Tricia weren't likely to let me out of their sights any time soon.

All around us our friends starred up at the sky as the fourteen faces of dead children flashed in front of us, leaving gaps where our own could have been. As many dead as there were us, a group this big wasn't going to last long.

Once the pictures stopped I rolled over, pressing my face into the ruff fabric of Eddie's shit and finally let the tears I'd been holding in flow, sobs that weren't for the Capitol ringing around our safe haven.

"We've got you now Twelve!" Someone shouted behind me but I didn't risk turning back to see who it was. I had woken up this morning to screams, no one had died yet but only because they were looking for one thing. Me.

So I got up, hugged Patricia, screamed goodbye to Eddie for what I imagined was the last time. I ran, grabbing one of the backpacks and knives as I went, my bow in hand, arrows strapped to my back where I had left them.

They were gaining on me, that much I could tell. All could do was run, I could not be the reason for the death of anyone else, except me. I heard another scream, another cannon but I didn't stop, didn't turn around to see if it was a friend of an enemy. Then I saw a cliff, so being me and seeing what I did, I did the only logical thing, what you would do if you were in my position.

I jumped.

Patricia's POV

"NOOO!" I yelled as I watched Gemma jump. Turning around I shoved a knife into the stomach of one following me, killing him instantly. The one who had been chasing Gemma turned back to me but I was ready. As if in slow motion I turned and ripped the same knife from the boy I had just murdered, shoving it into the one in front of me without thinking twice. I had killed four people today. Max Davis, Anthony Philemon, Maya Leary, and Talia Grace. Districts One and Two.

I fell down in tears remembering what Eddie had told me before we were sent in the arena, before anything had even happened yet.

"Yacker promise me something"

"Only if you promise me something"

"Protect Gems. She needs to leave that arena alive more than anyone else."

"Don't give up your life for anyone else."

"I can't promise you that Yacker. You and Gemma are my everything and I refuse to leave there without you."

"I suppose I can protect Gemma…"

"And yourself?"

"Don't push your luck doofus, we'll be lucky if we get the kid out alive."

"We will all be fine. All of us, and I swear we'll go back somewhere we should've been a long time ago."

"What?"

"If you keep Gemma safe, you'll see. It'll be perfect."

He asked me to do one thing.

I stood there as his baby sister jumped off a cliff. I heard movement butI didn't bother to look up. I didn't want to see who it was. Let them kill me, I figured, nobody will miss me anyway.

"Patricia?"

A/N:

Hey artsoccer, notice anything? :p

REVIEW PLEASE PEOPLE

~writingmagic and her annoying baby sister Ala