A/N-Here's another chapter! I hope you like it!

The Games

Haran is extremely quiet. It scares me. I even saw him tear up a little bit. I begin to get scared. What did the Capitol do to him?

"What's wrong," I whisper in his ear. I hope no one else hears.

I can see a tear roll down his cheek. "They killed her," he whispers back. "They killed her," he repeats.

"Who are they? Who did they kill?"

"People from the Capitol killed my wife. They killed her for the little stunt I pulled yesterday." More tears begin to roll down his face. "I loved her, Hale. I really did. I didn't mean for that to happen. I really didn't."

"I know. I know," I say as I put my hand on his back.

"Be careful," he says as he looks at me. "You have to be careful."

"I will," I reply.

"They're going to kill me," he whispers. "Don't make the mistake I did."

"I won't," I say, scared out of my wits. "I promise." I notice the make-up people running over to Haran and me. They fix Haran's make-up. He doesn't even look in their direction. The make-up people leave Haran and I alone, and the cameras begin rolling. I can only wonder if our conversation was bugged.

"Hello! How's everyone doing today," I greet the camera. I put on a fake smile and hope it looks authentic. "I know yesterday was an exciting day! I hope today will be just as exciting!" Haran just sits there with tear filled eyes.

"What's today's plague," I ask Haran. He simply shrugs his shoulders. "Well, I guess we'll find out soon!" He just shrugs his shoulders again.

I glance at the screen and immediately notice the bugs. They have light green bodies and tiny wings. They appear out of nowhere and make this annoying clicking sound. They immediately go towards the tributes' food. They consume all of the food and disappear as fast as they came. I'm guessing they were locusts. The tributes seem perplexed.

I decide to observe the brokenhearted tributes first. Violet, District 7 tribute, is sitting in the same spot she was in yesterday. She hasn't moved a muscle. She stares longingly into the distance. "Why me," she screams. "Why did this have to happen to me?" She begins to cry all over again, but no one is there to comfort her this time. Warren is not there to wrap her in his arms. He is not there to comfort her with his soothing words. He is not there to love her.

Harvey, District 11 tribute, is taking Ivy's death hard as well. He hasn't stopped crying since she died. "I'm sorry," he repeats through sobs. "I'm sorry." He wraps his arms around his knees that are pressed tightly against his chest. He begins to rock back and forth. "I'm so sorry."

My attention falls on the person responsible for this. Holly, District 1 tribute, is awake and on the move. She is heading towards the Career camp with an evil glint in her eye as well as a backpack full of spears.

Vincent and Mae, District 2 tributes, are in the tent with Summer, District 4 tribute. The rain has cleared up, but they still didn't leave the tent.

The Careers are oblivious to Holly creeping in on their camp. Well, I guess it used to be her camp, too. She knows it well. That's what scares me.

"Final six," Summer says, but her voice isn't enthusiastic. It's more monotonous.

"Yeah," Vincent sighs. He glances at Mae, but she avoids eye contact.

"I wonder if they interviewed my boyfriend. I wonder what he would say," Summer wonders out loud. "Do you have a girlfriend," she asks Vincent.

"No," he replies as he stares longingly at Mae.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Mae," Summer asks.

"No," she mumbles while staring at her shoes.

"Oh. My boyfriend's name is Lloyd. He's so nice and sweet and I love him so much-."

"No one cares," Mae snaps. Summer looks at her with startled eyes. "Whatever," she mumbles. A silence falls on the group.

"I was just trying to start conversation," Summer mumbles.

Holly stealthily enters the vicinity of the camp. She quietly grabs a spear out of her backpack. She begins to make clicking sounds.

"What is that," Mae asks.

"How should I know," Vincent replies icily.

"I heard something, too," Summer interjects.

"It was probably nothing," Vincent responds.

"I'll check it out," Mae says. She grabs her bow and arrow from the middle of the tent where all of their weapons are located.

"Are you sure it's safe," Vincent asks with concern.

"I can handle myself," she answers harshly.

Mae quietly exits the tent and looks for the sound. She sees Holly with her spear and tries to bring up her bow and arrow. It's too late. The spear is already in her stomach.

"I did it, Lane," Holly screams. "I did it!" Vincent comes rushing out of the tent and Summer follows. Vincent sees Holly and impales her with a knife hurriedly. The cannon sounds. It was a quick death, really. A hovercraft takes her away. The creepy thing is the smile planted on Holly's face.

Mae is sprawled in the sand. She stares at the sun that is just bright and beaming. "Mae," Vincent says. Tears are already tumbling down his cheeks. "I'm so sorry. If I would've come with you-."

"Stop," she mumbles. She winces from the pain. "Are you crying," she asks while she begins to stare at his face. Vincent only nods. "Careers don't cry."

"Careers aren't supposed to die, either," he snaps. Mae winces at his words. It's true. She is going to die. Any minute now, she'll be gone. "I'm sorry," he repeats.

"Just stop," she sighs. She puts one of her hands on his cheek. Her eyes begin to close. "I love you," she whispers right before the cannon booms.

Vincent's tears come down harder. "I love you, too! Please don't leave me!" He picks up her limp body and wraps his arms around it. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why didn't tell me earlier," he sobs. He just squeeze's her body harder.

Summer puts one of her hands on his back. "It's okay. It'll be okay," she says soothingly. Vincent ignores her. "If you love something, let it be. If it comes back, it was meant to be." He shrugs her hand off his shoulder.

"Go away," he growls.

"Vincent," she begins.

"Go away if you know what's good for you." Summer looks at him sadly, but leaves him alone. She grabs some supplies and leaves the camp. She never looks back.

"Goodbye," she says. He doesn't even watch her leave. He only stares into the eyes of the deceased girl in front of him.

"You weren't supposed to die," he whispers. He buries his face in her hair. "You weren't supposed to die. I was."

A/N-The Games are almost over! Please vote for the person you want to be victor! I know I say it in almost every chapter, but I don't know who I want to win. Anyway, thanks for all the wonderful reviews! Each one is highly appreciated and cherished! Review please! See you soon!