What? An actual update? Impossible! SOrry for not writing in about five moths...I bet the only people still reading this are my lovelies Micaela and Rebekah. Maybe not even them. Oh well, just read it I guess... Please ignore my previous lame author's notes. I'm such a loser it's not even funny.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games

The End to A Nightmare

Star

I sit waiting for the pain to go away and for this world to slip away, but it doesn't. No, instead I'm still alive. Why? I look at my chest and realize it isn't a knife that has pierced me. It's a pin, it isn't over any of my vital organs. "What...?" I ask, confused. Suddenly I hear the cannon and a hovercraft appears on top of us. Somehow it looks like they're going to take one of us, but they don't. I don't understand what's happening. Rebekah whispers in my ear, "I think this year we might have two winners... You know how they always tell you you're watching the Games live?" I nod. "That's a lie. They edit them before showing the public. My stylist told me so."

I look at her, shocked. "So...I'm going to live?"

"That is unless Flynn or Cruz kill you first. Which I doubt, seeing as you're with me. Here," she pulls the pin out of my chest. "I had to make it look convincing to get them to let us both win."

Let us both win! What is she talking about?

"Just...just wait until sun down. We'll find the two remaining costestants. And you'll be able to live. After all, convincing people I'm a cold blooded killer is harder than it looks." She laughs bitterly. "I had to kill Spirit. I never really liked him anyways." She shrugs. "Also, you're knocked up. I can't have an unborn child's life on my mind. Not good for keeping one's head clear."

She sounds so professional. When did this new Rebekah appear? Is she a mutt? I hope not! Mutts are the last thing I need right now. Of course, it wouldn't be too surprising if she was one. I try to remove the thought from my mind. None of this makes any sense to me. Maybe I already died. That must be it. I'm already dead. But if I'm already dead...where's Justin?

"Okay, I'll work with you." We both shake hands. "It's about time we get a move on though, it will be dark soon and who knows what kind of mutts they might try to release on us?"

Cruz

I open my eyes. The effects of the medicine have finally worn off. I still feel extremely drowsy when I wake up though. It's getting dark out and Flynn is keeping guard. I walk up to him from behind and poke his sides. He lets out a little yelp.

"What do you think you're doing!" he hisses. "Are you still unaware of where we are right now!"

I laugh. Okay, maybe the drug hasn't worn off completely yet. I feel strangely happy and I just want to give everyone in Panem a big hug. "Maybe I should go back to sleep..."

"Don't even think of it!" he grabs my wrist. "My turn to sleep. Tell me who died. I heard the cannon go off earlier."
Somebody died. That means one person keeping us away from murdering each other. If it comes down to it, it's going to be a fair fight. I'm strong, but he's faster than a gust o wind. Too fast for me to keep up with him. The national anthem begins to play and I see the girl from District 2's face smiling down at us. I feel a pang of sadness. She was pregnant. And now that child of her's will never know anything. Not that there's anything good about Panem, aside from the richer districts. She was from the richest district though. "Stop it! This is no time for pity! It will just make it harder for you when the time comes to face your friend as an enemy." I glare at the sky with the symbol of Panem. Why is the Capitol so cruel? I guess complaining won't make a difference. I hear something. I ready myself but the arrow's too fast. The last thing I hear is the cannon marking my death.

Rebekah

Star's a better archer than I thought. The cannon assures me that we did in fact, kill someone. I'm not quite sure which one is which. I guess it won't make any difference when they're both dead. The other boy, the ginger one, wakes with a start at the sound of the cannon.

He sees the hovercraft and knows what's next. "I'm not going down without a fight you slimy little lumberjack!" He snarls. How does he know I'm the "only one" left? He had to be sleeping when they showed the dead tributes' pictures. I shrug it off and step in front of him. "Okay, let's dance!"

He takes out a hunting knife. Of course he won't be able to use it as well as I can use my ax. That's one advantage to being from a district that uses weapons to harvest their resources. He lunges at me but I easily dodge it. Hatred starts growing in his eyes. "So, you killed him? Decided to stop being pitiful and start murdering people left and right? Do you know that girl from District 2 was pregnant? Even I'm not that bad of a person. Which is saying something!" He frowns at me.

Of course I know you idiot! I want to say. She's actually the one who killed your friend. Or ally. Or whatever. My thoughts are beginning to get jumbled so I focus my attention on him. "Let's finish this!" He lunges once more and I throw my ax at him, which decides stick in his back. He falls down and the cannon goes off. Star comes out of hiding. "We won..." I whisper. "WE WON!" I scream running towards Star and giving her a big hug before I feel a pain in my side. He didn't miss after all. I pass out.

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