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Clary was practically chewing her lip off as the stylist made the final few adjustments to her outfit for the games. He called it a 'wet-suit', which seemed foolish. The skin-tight material was dry.

"You're all ready." The sylist confirmed with a nod, before giving a squeal. "Oh no, how could I forget your token?!"

"My… my what?" Clary asked.

He raised an eyebrow. "Your token. You know, your symbol that you take into the games? Katniss had a pin as well." He handed Clary a box. "And she won. So who knows? Miricles can happen."

Clary ignored him, opened the box and shook her head. The pin was gold and a smooth, flat circle, a single music note engraved on it. She picked it up and a note fluttered down, which she read as the stylist pinned it onto her.

Clarissa,

I cannot bring myself to apologise, not in such a short note. Besides, the Capitol would've read this note as they checked your token for weaponry, so I must remain anoymous. Although maybe it's best that way. Remember what I once told you? Even the smallest thing can be a weapon, an unexpected one at that. And look at you, Clary. You're sharp and beautiful, you're as perfect as gold.

If there's a forest, get to it. Stay away from the cornucopia.

Good luck. Stay alive.

Clary smirked. Jem would never call her beautiful, but that was his handwriting and who else would put a music note? Her smirk broadened. The pin. The pin could be used as an absolutely tiny dagger. It could save her life.

…The pin was beautiful, too. She'd always been attracted to gold. Strong and beautiful. Just like... just like the district four tribute. Clary forced herself to snap out of it, but she couldn't. Anything she'd ever felt for Jem was gone. A girlish affection was all it had ever been, nothing else. Jem didn't love her and she only fancied his kindess. But Jace…

He was strong and gentle. Harsh and caring. Protective yet seemingly uncaring. And when he looked at her, she felt shivers godown her spine. They'd had a conversation.

"I like your outfit." Jace said simply to her as he passed her carriage to get to his, the tribute parade was starting.

"Thanks. You too." Clary said, before turning a darker red than an apple. He was wearing nothing but a knotted, golden net.

He winked at her. "Well, I bet you're naked under all that you're wearing, too. I'm just giving people an easy time imagining."

She had, of course, flushed darker. Well, she was fourteen. She played the 'innocent card'.

She sighed. '10. Seconds.' The electronic voice came.

Clary was ushered into the glass tube.

'9. Seconds.'

She'd be lying if she said she wasn't terrifyed.

Magnus' hands trembled as he made the few final adjustments to Alexanders outfit. He didn't have a token. Magnus had asked him about it and he'd replied in a rather ruff voice 'My sister is my token. I have her, is that enough or do I need some worthless piece of jewlerly to wear as well?'

Magnus sighed. He had no siblings, but after seeing the inked bond with Jem and Will and sensing the bond between Alec and Isabelle, he was happy he was an only child.

"You're eyes usually seem at war with the world." Magnus said. "But now they look like they've thrown down their weapons in surrender."

Alexander looked to him. He is awfully like Will, Magnus thought. He'd liked Will not for his looks (although admittedly, he was the sex symbol of Panem for a reason), but his broken personality. True, black hair and blue eyes were Magnus' undoing, but if the eyes weren't guarded or broken, they may as well have been pink all over. Magnus liked broken things.

"Does it matter?" Alec said.

"Well, there's a cornucopia and a battlefield up there." Magnus said, gesturing to the low celing. "I'd say that you'd better get ready to fight."

"I should just surrender." Alec muttered. "Isabelle was always popular, but Camille, Jem, William and even Ja- the district four tribute, have better training scores."

"Not odds." Magnus comforted. "Her's are almost the best on the board."

"The odds are never accurate." Alec said coolly and jerked away. Until then, Magnus didn't realise he was even touching him. A shock of pleasure ran through him. "Everyone know's William's going to win."

He always says William, Magnus noted. "You're forgetting his weakness. If Jem dies Will's not going to hang around, he's going to follow Jem."

Alec looked unconvinced.

'10 seconds.' The electronic voice announced.

Magnus felt a tug at his heart as fear struck the boys eyes, but his posture tensed and his jaw set. Without thinking, Magnus pulled the dark haired boy in for a kiss, who, too shocked to move, didn't pull away, but instead pulled Magnus closer.

'7 seconds.' The voice said again.

Shut up, Magnus thought.

'Four seconds. Alexander Lightwood, please enter the elevator.' The voice said, somehow louder and cooler.

The two of them suddenly realised what was happening. Alec jerked away from Magnus and ran into the elevator.

'One second.' The voice finished.

I would still bet on Tessa and I know he'll die for his sister. I just hope it's a quick death, Magnus thought sadly, still replaying the feel of the boys lips on his as he turned away from the now ascending elevator.

I'm sorry it's so short! But hey, it's the arena next chapter! You don't know who dies next chapter, but you know how many... mwahahaa...

I'll leave you with a spoiler!

Will stopped and was suddenly limp. Sebastian decided this was the time, that Will could die thinking his… whatever him and Jem were… was dead. He placed the thick kindjil against Will's neck.

Fify- STC!