A/N: Hello! This chapter has a twist to it and some of you will want to strangle me. I advise you to grab a bucket of popcorn and just enjoy the ride! Happy Hunger Games and May the Odds Be Ever in Your Favor!

Dedication: BlueStar1 (I hate you)(not really ;P)

Phoenix Retribution: I'M RIGHT BEHIND YOU! I HATE STONE! ROWR! HE MAKES ME SO MAD! Btw, I read your story, it's really good. Continue soon!

RomanceWriter23: Please hurry! I'm waiting and I hope it's extra long since I have been waiting forever for it!

Trollalalala: I'm glad you did. I cried while writing it!

HermioneandMarcus: Thank you SO much for the comments! XD

Jing1: No I'm not but my brother loves parrots and that's why we have a bunch. No, my brother's 15 years old. He's older then me! I wish I had a younger brother. He would be so adorable! But alas, it was not meant to be. Let me go bask in my sorrow.

Writer With No Words: I have a bunch of quotes on my profile page. Read them if you have time! Yes, I HATE Macy with a burning passion! And poor Cato, I feel so bad about doing such horrible things to him. Oh Amethyst hurry up! Cato needs you and I think most of you need those spicy scenes between them. You update soon too! And hope you like the first of the twists!

Seven tributes left and President Snow approached Seneca Crane. He smiled a small, creepy smile. "It is time." He said and Seneca raised an eyebrow. "Now?"

"Yes. Now is the perfect time." Snow answered.

"District 1's and 2's, right?" Seneca ran a hand through his hair as Snow nodded. Seneca would never admit it but inside he thought Snow was a cruel, wicked old man. And he hated him. But saying that out loud wouldn't just get him fired, it would get him killed as well. Seneca bent his head and walked away.

Gash had some food and even though he hadn't eaten in two days, he had given Amethyst and Spike more. He said he wasn't hungry. They ate silently and Amethyst hoped she wouldn't throw up. Afterwards, the three of them sat close. Spike sat next to Amethyst while she had his head on her shoulder and an arm around him and Gash sat on the other side of her. They were silent and then they heard the cannon boom. They didn't move, they didn't say anything. And they didn't care. Amethyst laid her head on Gash's shoulder. He reminded her of Max. Their appearances looked a bit similar and their personalities were almost identical. And then they saw them. The three stood almost instantly. Peacekeepers? In the Arena? There were four of them in total and they held guns. They approached them and the tallest one took out two devices that looked a lot like some sort of handcuffs.

"Gash from District 3 and Spike from District 2, you shall come with us." He said and snapped the devices on their hands. Amethyst swallowed. "Where are you taking them?"

"Somewhere. You shall resume playing." One of the Peacekeepers replied before three of them began walking away. The last one turned to Amethyst. "Take off the calling device." He said and took Amethyst's hand before taking it off himself. Amethyst blinked. "What's going on?"

"The rules have changed. Happy Hunger Games. May the odds be ever in your favour."

Amethyst felt something pierce through her skin and then she fell forward as the world went black.

Gash was led into a stone room and Spike followed behind him. They had been taken on a hovercraft and back to the capitol. The stone room which they were in now had nothing in it except a small, barred up window. Gash saw a man walk into the room with a gun in his hands. His face was masked but his eyes looked sorrowfully at the two tributes. The man positioned himself in front of them and raised the gun. The last thing Gash heard was a barely audible, "Sorry." And then two shots filled the air. He looked down and saw blood seep through his shirt and just as he collapsed, he saw Spike's wide eyes as he fell down next to him. Death, too, came sooner than home.

Amethyst's opened her eyes and looked up. She blinked twice, adjusting her vision to the bright light. Where was she? She sat up slowly and frowned as she realized that her arm wasn't paining. She pulled up her sleeve and saw there was nothing there. Not even a scar. Her frown deepened as she looked around herself. She was in a carpeted hallway. There were closed doors on both sides of her. A voice came on.

"Four tributes have been given the special honor of participating in this special round. Only one can survive. Each of you has a weakness. And now that weakness has been turned against you. Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favour." Claudius's voice faded away and Amethyst frowned. Weakness? Amethyst stood up as she heard footsteps come down the hall and then she gasped as her eyes widened. No. No. No. No. She was there; she was right there. Her brown hair was pulled back in a small bun and her eyes were still the same as before even though they had a deadly glint in them. Her freckles stood out and she was just as small as before.

"Hello Amie." She said as she twirled a knife in her hand. "How do you feel about having replaced me? Hm?"

Amethyst took a step back as tears welled up in her eyes. "No." She whispered. "No, I-I didn-"

"Oh for the love of God, Amie, shut up! You forgot me! You moved on as if I didn't even matter, as if I was never there! And you took him away from me! He should've been there with me! He should've died!" She screeched. And then she sneered while pointing the knife at Amethyst's baby bump. "That kid's supposed to be mine. You'll pay. Amie, you'll pay for everything. And I'll make sure you pay properly. Some friend you were. You took every fucking thing away! And now, I'll kill you and then I'll go back and Cato will be mine. Just like he was before. And you'll be forgotten. You'll have everything taken away." And then she ran towards Amethyst.

Cato gulped. Snow had suddenly changed the rules. He wondered what was happening and why he had. Caesar's face was replaced by block letters reading "Hunger Games' Special Round" below it was a revolving countdown beginning from 10. Finnick squeezed Cato's shoulder. The 1 appeared and a ringing began. It stopped suddenly and Cato saw a hallway. And then he saw Amethyst stand up with her eyes wide. She was looking at something and then the camera moved. Cato paled. Not something, someone. Cato felt his stomach tie in knots. She was back from the dead.

Clove was back.