Hey..it's Wednesday night. Well, I lied. Its…almost 12 in the morning. I started on my homework at 8:30. I just finished. (course I did two week's worth of algebra to turn in tomorrow:P and then a little chemistry and heath:P). So, needless to say, nothing will be written tonight.

Hey, it's Thursday. Yayy! So, I'm going to put in a little add for the new story I'm writing right here:

This is a story not exactly based off of the Hunger Games but using the themes of the games and what not. In this story I (and a few of my other friends) will depict students from my own school (I'm changing the names because in part this will be done to take out rage against people I dislike…) that are thrown into a similar version of the games. I expect the story to be great once I get all my cowriters together and their various styles should bled nicely together. I am really excited about this one because it will be a good mix of humor, romance, friendship, then well the inevitable action packed death scenes in the arena (which will be written by my awesome friend Garrett who is really a great writer, I know you'll love his writing!). Anyway, you don't have to have read the books or even seen the movie to read this fanfic. Its merely affiliated with the storyline in the way that it's using the concept of the games and what not…so, really, give it a try.

Read it, please! I want my awesome not fanfictiony friends to see what an awesome little community we have going on here so maybe I can corrupt them and make them a part of it! Thank you for your time and consideration. If you take the time to read it, I promise you I will make the time to make it amazing.

ON TO THE STORY (*thank god she is done talking*)…

"Boy! Watch her. Your time is running out to save her…" The voice personified in Eddie's mind amplified and grew louder as the days passed with little progress in the way of finding the last piece to the mirror. Sibuna was meeting nightly, racking their brains until they finally gave up one by one and slipped from the room back into their own. Eddie was always the last to go to bed due to the probing voice in his mind paired with the imagine of Patricia looming in his mind's eye at every waking hour of the day.

The new guy was sitting cross legged on his bed, laptop balanced on his knees and working on some sort of paper while Eddie pondered the clue for the millionth time. Amber had cleared up any assumptions Josh might've made about Eddie and Nina by showing him countless pictures of the other two relationships that were so rudely interrupted by this Egyptian nightmare they are living (although she didn't tell him that). Eddie was fairly certain that Josh believed their cover story also, which was a relief. All they need is any more members in danger.

"Eddie!" Nina was calling from somewhere upstairs and Eddie frowned, eyebrows creasing as he hopped from the bed. His eyes darted to the unmoving Josh before he hurried from the room to see what was going on.

Once Eddie was gone, Josh sat up, looking over at Eddie's bed with an odd expression. He didn't know what he was looking for, honestly he didn't. He just felt so weird about his room mate who snuck out of the room after curfew but swears he isn't dating the other American or anyone else in the house. He also didn't feel good about their story about the "games" they'd played with Patricia and Fabian and the fact that they were just reenacting them to feel close to them again. It all seemed very odd to Josh as if the facts didn't add up. It all seemed like a loosely woven tale to him.

He spotted Eddie's phone lying on the bedside table and stood silently. His long legs crossed the room in two steps and then the phone was in his hand. On instinct he scrolled into his messages, reading through some of the conversations.

"She just can't die." He'd said to Amber just yesterday.

"I know, Eddie." Amber'd answered.

"What can we do?"

"Just think."

"I hear it, Amber. All the time. I can't stand to be in my own mind much longer."

No response.

Josh switched gears and scrolled down to Nina's name. He sat down on his bed again, looking down at the phone in the silence.

"Nina?" Eddie'd asked her just before his conversation with Amber.

"Yeah?" She'd responded a few minutes later.

"How are you?"

"I'm alive…for now." Josh's face twitched in confusion.

"Don't say that, Libby."

"Why not, great Osirian? It's the truth." Osirian? What the…?

"It doesn't have to be."

"We've spent four days trying to decipher this last clue. If we were going to figure it out, we would have figured it out already. I'm as good as dead and you know it." He knew it! It wasn't a game.

"I haven't given up."

"I haven't either. I'm only being realistic."

Eddie hadn't responded to that. Josh could understand that. Obviously, that wasn't the answer Eddie was hoping for.

Josh almost jumped, hearing the sound of footsteps on the stairs. He quickly replaced the phone onto Eddie's bedside table and hopped back onto his bed, repositioning his laptop back into his lap just as Eddie strode into the room. Questions were brimming up into Josh's head and he couldn't understand what was going on. Apparently there were a few things about Anubis house that weren't on the website.

Eddie strode over to grab his phone, sticking it into is pocket. "Forgot this." He mumbled to Josh before turning and walking back upstairs without giving him another thought. He wasn't found of the new guy though if the truth were told, he really hadn't given him much of a chance. He shook the thought from his head before heading back into the living room where Sibuna was assembled, looking at each other nervously. Their deadline was drawing closer and everyone was growing more and more anxious. They really had no idea. At least they didn't have some mystical connection causing voices to whisper sinister things into his mind at every moment of the day and night. It was driving him mad- and apparently British.

"I…" Nina mumbled, biting her lip a bit as she looked at them. "I love you guys." She whispered, voice quivering slightly.

Eddie's expression faltered. He couldn't take this. She'd given up on her own life. How could she do that when he was willing to do anything to keep her alive? How could she be so selfish when he was ready to sacrifice himself to save her? How could she do this when Patricia and Fabian had sacrificed themselves to save her? How could she just give up? What was wrong with her? He couldn't take that, no. He just couldn't believe she'd given up on herself before the clock even ran out. He was a big believer in the last minute, thirty seconds, ten seconds, five seconds, the last moment. They would save her. Whatever it took.