Random announcement, it has been a year since my first SYOT on this site, 24 to life. I am very proud of the improvement I have made and I hope you have enjoyed my stories over the past 12 months!

First, I just wanted to say thank you to all the kind messages I got regarding my break up. I wasn't expecting them so I really warmed my heart. I am doing well, I will get through this.

Second, I have a new SYOT up. Realism was canceled because I honestly did not have the love for it. I am not sure if I have any spaces left but feel free to read.

Last of all, enjoy!

Maurice felt cruel fighting against a small little girl like Janae. She looked so sweet with her childlike face as the glossy tears that spilled from her large eyes. Her dark hair was matted to give her the look of a feral child.

As Maurice looked at her, he felt the grip on his sword become lighter as he listened to her small whimpers. She stumbled forward, no weapon in hand.

"I don't want to fight anymore...I didn't mean to kill Annabella," she trailed off towards the end, her voice muffled by her arm that wiped away her snot. The crowd melted before the hurt girl and so did Maurice.

Janae was never the cruel type, she barely passed the exams they were given and walked out with a poor training score. Seeing her kill Annabella was truly out of character and her current reaction proved to the dark-haired boy that she was truly sorry.

"I'm sorry but only one of us can win-" Janae started to cry more violently, almost like she was angry at the reality she faced. She clenched her fists as she took a sharp intake of breath.

"I don't want to die-"

"Only one makes it out!" I snapped, not enjoying the situation any more than she was. I expected the girl to fall to her knees but instead, she just sighed. Her whimpers replaced with silent tears.

"Fine," she grumbled. Then, as fast as lightning, she threw something towards me, something silver. Something with a point that lodged in my head. I was dead almost instantly, slumping to the ground before falling sideways.

With the knife, Janae had told the world her true nature. Only the Warriors in the Arena were blind to it now. However, the tears were not all fake. Janae really did not want to fight Maurice or kill Annabella. She just wanted to live.

In all of her days, Coutille did not expect to see Veyron and Grover working with each other. Then again, no one expects Coutille to work with Balina.

The two girls had run into each other when Evelyn's plan went into action. The plan saw the Warriors cutting their ties with each other and scattering across the Arena to try and find the exit. Coutille saw no point. By this point, she had come to the conclusion there was no exit, that the Capitol was just watching them chase their tails. It seemed Balina agreed and one ally was more than most people had. Or so she thought.

It seemed Veyron and Grover had a similar idea, giving up the exit and focusing on getting prepared for when the twenty-four hours were up.

Veyron looked nervous as he held his staff tightly. Grover, on the other hand, looked bored, his spear within reach but still just calmly munching on his bread.

"You can't kill us," he mumbled after a few moments of silence. "No for another seven hours at least...are you really going to wait that long?"

Coutille stiffened up at his words. "Two fewer competitors does nothing but increase my odds." She hated herself for saying such a thing but even she knew it was just common sense. Grover would kill them both without a second thought, in seven hours, he was just playing the innocent party.

Grover shrugged at her words. "That doesn't sound like you, Coutille. I mean, you could leave us be, for now, rest for the next few hours. No doubt you two will then be the most energetic of the Warriors left."

Coutille knew he was right but his logic still made her blood boil. "Why are you giving me advice?" she growled.

"Because frankly, I don't want to stress about you killing me for the next seven hours and I'm sure you don't want the same. The Games are not just about killing y'know...they are also about making their smart choices."

Coutille looked over to Ballina who was partially hidden behind a hedge, her eyes wide with fear.

"Fine!" Coutille sighed, lowering her weapon. "But if I run into you again in eight hours, I can't promise I will show you mercy."

"I look forward to it!" Grover grinned as the girls walked past his camp and vanished once more into the labyrinth.

Ares and Clarissa swung their weapons at the same time, Ares' sickle lodging in the dark-haired girl's shoulder while her dagger sunk deep into his side. Both screamed and pulled away Ares letting go of his weapon to clutch his side as she screamed in fear.

It was fatal, he knew that much, the amount of blood that gushed from the small wound, Clarissa had hit an organ. He was a dead man walking but that did not mean he had to let Clarissa win just yet. There was still time to take her out, she was not in good health either.

As she pulled free the sickle, it was clear he had broken the bone, leaving her right arm useless. Not just that, the amount of blood that trickled down her arm. She was on the same path as Ares in term of blood loss. Sadly, Ares would have to make a fatal cut if he was to outlive her.

Clarissa looked him the eyes as she threw him back his sickle, not one for an unfair fight. It was with agonizing pain that Ares bent over to pick it up, still trying to keep the blood inside of his body.

Before he had time to recover, Clarissa was upon him once more, swinging her knife towards his neck. In a last-second attack, Ares swung his sickle at Clarissa's face, cutting off part of her ear and cutting open her cheek.

Clarissa stumbled away, letting go of her knife as she fell backward. She was unable to tell if her eyes balls were damaged due to the amount of blood that covered her face and arms. She didn't even notice the cannon until a set of Peacekeepers hurried out to fetch her. They wiped her eyes clean and pulled her to her feet, dragging her sobbing towards the cells once more.

On the way, she saw the still body of Ares, twisted, his face frozen in horror. His hands were still clinging to his throat, where Clarissa's knife was still lodged.

Your final three: Marzio (D3M), Clarissa (D11F) and Janae (D9F). Two girls, one boy. Who will win? Get voting for your victor of the One v One Games.

17th Place, Maurice Powers, District One, 16

Maurice, I was never able to get a hold of your personality and that is my fault. If you come back for my resurrection Games, I promise I will do better by you. He was stronger than Janae, she just caught him off guard. I figured Maurice was the type to show sympathy for Janae enough to let his guard down but also have come to terms with the fact he wanted to kill her. R.I.P Maurice.

16th Place, Ares Walker, District One, 17

Ares! I loved Ares. He was a talented Warrior and childlike. He was never a victor but I really hope I can write him in my resurrection Games. I love his love for sweets and childlike personality. He and Clarissa were well matched, both caused serious injury to each other. Just Ares died faster. R.I.P Ares!

So, next chapter we have the final three fight and we are down to the final thirteen. I'm excited to see who you all pick. Also, remember to keep up to date with your sponsor points, they will come in handy soon!

Until next time, have a good time!