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Anyway, I hope you like this chapter! And just so you know this story isn't far from its ending, I think it'll last only 3 or 4 more chapters.

Mutts:

I see many things as I run through a black hallway. I don't know what I'm running after, but I do know that the images flashing around me are the worst memories I have from the arena, starting with the boy from 5, the one that got a spear through his neck. Then there's Chloe, lying on the ground, lifeless and bloody. I never saw that, my imagination created it and it's now showing it to me. Then there's the unnatural avalanche that tried to kill me, Dante destroying my hand, Silvia's scorched body on the ground, Kyle's dead body. The worst part is what comes last. Clive, looking at me, with the same look he had when I killed him. His eyes follow me everywhere I go, scared and defenseless, blaming me.

That's when I wake up. It's been a day since the feast and I was taking an afternoon nap (Hey, I was tired). My first nightmare, I thought those were supposed to come after the games. It makes me hard to believe how many horrible things I've seen and been through in so little time. Do all tributes have been through something like this? I don't know if I can take having nightmares like the one I just had every night.

''Hey!'' James says smiling as he walks through some trees to our little camp carrying some fruit and a few nuts in his arms ''You're finally awake! That afternoon nap lasted like 3 hours''

If you're wondering about James's good mood… After Katherine died, he decided he wouldn't just sit down and sulk until someone came and killed him. He wants to be happy, have a good time and enjoy his life until someone comes and kills him. I don't like thinking about it, but you simply can tell by looking at him. He doesn't want to win anymore, he knows he'll die and he wants to enjoy what he has left to live. That hurts a lot, because in the short time I've known him I consider him one of the best friends I've ever had.

''Are you hungry?'' he asks dropping all of the food he had on the floor ''What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost''

''It's-It's nothing'' I say, I don't want to bore him with my problems ''And yes, I'm always hungry''

''Then come on, there's plenty of food'' he says throwing a berry and catching it with his mouth ''Did you realize that the Capitol might be interviewing our family right now?''

''What do you mean?'' I ask sitting down beside him and taking a few fruits.

''Come on, Nikey'' he says '' Think a little bit. Every year the Capitol interviews the top eight tribute's families, we jumped from the top 10 to the top 5 in a day, so the Capitol will have to interview our families, they'll probably make them longer too considering there are only 5 families instead of 8''

''Don't call me 'Nikey''' I say annoyed but he just grins ''You're right, I didn't think about that. What do you think you're family will say about you?''

''Interesting question, my dear Nike'' he says with a ridiculous accent that kind of resembles the Capitol accent ''It's hard to say'' he continues without the accent ''My 7 year old sister will express her complete annoyance towards me by telling them many, many stories and making me look like the bad guy of every single one of them. My parents will tell them the usual 'You have no idea how proud we are of our little Jamie' thing and my friends will obviously tell the interviewers how awesome and cool I am''

''Yeah, you are really awesome'' I say jokingly ''But not as much as me''

He laughs very hard, which kind of offends me ''Keep dreaming, kid''

''I'm not a kid'' I say ''I'm fourteen''

''Yeah, and I'm seventeen'' he says ''that means I'm allowed to call you a kid''

''I hate you'' I say and he laughs again.

''What about you?'' he says ''What's your family saying?''

''Well, my dad is going to tell them everything about me, like my childhood, my friends, the rough parts of my life and everything else.'' I say ''My friends from school will think of embarrassing stories about me, which sadly they have a lot of them, to tell the interviewers. And Johanna will probably laugh at my joke of me saying I wish I were dating her and try to explain that we are only very good friends''

''What?!'' he says loudly, faking surprise and shock ''You are not dating her?! You just ruined my entire life, what couple am I going to ship from now on?!''

''I hate you even more now'' I say, but I laugh along with him. It's fun to laugh of the idea of me and Johanna dating. I really hope she thinks the same, otherwise I'll be in trouble when I go back home, if I go home.

Nothing worth telling happens during the rest of the day. It's close to midnight and James is asleep mumbling a lot about Katherine, poor guy. Everything seems quiet and there's no sound besides James's mumbling. Suddenly somebody screams. It's a very high pitch scream and it isn't far away from where we are. I shake James's shoulder and he wakes up instantly grabbing his spear.

''What? What happened?'' he says a little sleepy.

''Shh, listen'' I say.

There's a lot of noise coming from there, first the scream, then voices telling things to each other, fighting and finally a cannon. It's quiet for a second and then hurried footsteps coming to our direction. James and I are already on our feet, both of us holding our weapons waiting for whatever is there to come. Finally the girl from 11 runs pass us, very fast and disappears to the other side without even glancing at us.

''That was weird'' I say lowering my weapon ''What do you think she was running away from?''

But James isn't paying attention to me, he's looking at something and his eyes are wide open ''Nike, run'' he says quietly.

''What? What are you talking about?''

''Nike, RUN!'' he yells and this time he pushes me to the same direction the girl went, then he starts running the same way. I follow him, but not before looking back at our little camp. I do not regret running away.

What I saw back there is a little hard to describe, I only took a glance at it, but the one thing I can say for sure is, that thing s scary as hell. Think of a regular eagle, now make it at least 20 times bigger, take away its wings and replace them with huge muscular arms covered in a thin layer of bronze hair that ends with three long, sharp claws. Its head, again is just like a regular eagle's, its beak is a very big and sharp and its head is also covered in bronze hair. As James and I run away from it we can hear it getting closer, of course it is getting closer, when you have claws as feet it's pretty easy to run through a forest.

We enter a zone of the arena that I'm very familiar with, my camp with Kyle was right here. The fact that I know this place makes everything easier, here trees are closer together and there are branches and rocks all over the place, but I know where they are and I'm able to run through it faster than someone that doesn't know. Like James, it takes a moment before he trips over a tree branch and falls to the ground. I run back and help him stand up. He has a big cut on his cheek, but other than that he's okay. A cannon goes off not a second later and I can't help but wonder who died.

''Nike, lookout!'' James yells and pushes me. I hit my back against a tree and I see how the mutt slashes with its claws right in the place where I was just a second ago.

We can't run anymore, the mutt (I'm gonna start calling him John) would catch up with us and would kill us from behind, our only choice is to fight John, and believe it is scarier up close. You can see the actual size of his claws, his body is covered in bright bronze feathers and his eyes are blood red, staring at you with hatred every time they glance at you. John is distracted with James, who is fighting him with his spear without much success. John has his back against me and I decide to take that chance to kill him from behind, so I run and I thrust my sword into his back. Only the sword bounces back roughly making me drop it. That's when I realize his hair and feathers aren't bronze just because of looks, they are actual bronze metal. How can you kill something completely covered in metal? Seems like I'm just about to find out...

John turns around and glares at me before throwing himself at me. He knocks me to the ground and tries to thrust his beak in my face but I move to the right and his beak gets stuck to the ground. I use my free hand, the left one, and I punch him as hard as I can knocking him off of me. I whimper. My hand, I forgot that was the hand Dante destroyed, besides John's head is covered in metal. I look at my hand to see all of my fingers pointing at different angles and I'm bleeding so much that the bandage can't take it and the blood starts to drip.

I'm very grateful that I decided to ally with James otherwise John would've killed me while I was on the ground trying to cope with the horrible pain in my hand. James is fighting John and I'm crawling to the spot where my sword landed. I pick it up and stand up ready to fight John, but then I think how would that help? John is covered in metal, what part of him is not covered in metal? Then it hits me.

''James, help me knock him down!'' I yell.

''How?!'' James yells

''Just distract him, I'll take care of it''

A plan forms in my head and I take my rope out of my little bag. I run to a nearby tree and tie the rope to it as fast as I can. Then I take the other end of it and I stretch it. Simple, James makes John walk backwards, John trips from the rope and Nike kills John. James sees what I did and understands what I want to do and starts fighting harder until John starts walking backwards. A moment later John trips over the rope and falls face up. I let go of the rope and I run to where he is. John is startled, that's why he didn't stand up faster, it's the perfect chance for me though. I stand beside him and I sink my sword into his eye. John screeches loudly and tries to move the sword, but I don't let him. He fights some more, but there's no use, John is dying. Finally he stops fighting and I sheathe my sword again.

I walk up to James breathing heavily. ''Are you okay?'' I ask.

''Yeah, fine'' he says ''You?''

''I've been better'' I say truthfully as I check my bleeding hand.

''Do you want me to check that wound?'' James asks

''No, it's okay'' I say ''We don't have any supplies left, it would be no use''

''Fine. Who do you think died today?''

''I think the girls from 10 and 11'' I say ''I wish I could say Dante is dead, but I seriously doubt that''

The anthem of Panem plays right then and James and I both look at the sky to see if my guess was right. It was. They show both of her faces and then the sky seals again and everything turns quiet.

''So it's just you, me and Dante left'' I say.

''Yep, I wonder where he is''

''Oh, but James'' A voice very familiar to me says coming from the woods ''I'm right here''

Not my best work, but I'm happy with it. And one thing, a friend recently told me that you pronounce Nike as Ni-kee, well I didn't know that, so I just want to clear out that my character's name is pronounced as Mike, but with and N. Sorry about that. Anyway I hope you all liked the chapter and please review. I got a lot of followers and favorites last chapter, and even though I really appreciate that you like my story enough to follow it or say it's your favorite, I would love if you could send me a review even if it's only 2 words :) .