(Thanks to Percival Jones for the review. Yes, it's a short and 'filler-ish' chapter, but that will be made up by hopefully and long chapter next time (Which will happen to be the last hour + Finale) with that, read on!)

"...and then I was selected for the Hunger Games. Damien is so mean to me, what should I do mommy?" Alexander asked as he knelt next to Jackal's body. For the last number of hours he had been relaying everything about his life since his mother had died. "I-I don't know... do I die? Give up? Fight? I need advice mommy..."

Alexander suddenly recoiled as a haze of red washed over his vision. He let out a gasp and clutched his eyes, trying to get rid of the haze. The red haze was a sign of trouble and more importantly a sign of Damien.

Alexander's back hit a tree as he tried to rid the haze. "Go away! Away!" Alexander swung around the tree and tripped over a root, going face first into a bush.

Jeremy breathed hard, the mud digging between his fingers. Slowly, he stood up but then fell back as the red haze covered his vision once again. "No! No no no!" Jeremy cursed, throwing himself at the bark in an attempt to beat the haze from his vision. "I-I don't want to play! I don't want to play, I don't... I do not!"

Jeremy let out a scream and smashed his head against the bark, but unlike last time the red haze stared there.

'You killed them all.'

"SHUT UP!" Jeremy bashed his head against the tree once more.

'You are a killer. Nothing more nothing less.'

Jeremy backed away with a groan and charged at the tree. His head bounced off and he fell backwards to the floor.

'Let me be the one to win...'

His eyes stared upwards, before he swiped a finger across the increasing blood from the cut in his head. He stared at the blood for a moment, before letting a giant grin form across his face.

Damien Magruder stood up and sucked his finger, consuming the blood before letting out a bark of laughter. "Let's go to town!"

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Andrea clutched Eliza close to her chest as she stared at Craig's corpse. After a bout of crying, she had placed his body on the sofa and covered it with some rags she found in one of the cupboards.

"I-I'm sorry..." Andrea sniffed. "Eliza agrees with me. We are going to win. Uh-huh, that's the plan Craigy-baby. We'll do it for you, despite betraying us. You're wrong in the mind, aren't you? That's the problem..." Andrea giggled. "Kayla was a parasite invading your mind. I'm glad you are at peace."

Andrea turned around and picked up the penknife from the table, and then reached for the grenade on the floor. She slipped the grenade into her newly packed bag and put it over her shoulder.

"You'll stay with me Craigy, won't you? In spirit. You can watch and be happy for me. Be happy for Eliza too. You're my guardian angel." Andrea Lawson nodded to herself as if reassuring herself, before walking out of the door and walking down the stairs with Eliza still clutched to her chest. "Let's go."

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Gretchen was feeling slightly exhausted, despite having relaxed for a while. Now in the town, Gretchen was looking slightly pale from the bullet wound in her leg. Blood still showed through the bandages she had tied around it. However she merely grit her teeth and continued on.

Killing Bertha definitely had an advantage. Not only was it taking out a competitor, but she acquired a new weapon in the form of a pistol. While there were only four bullets, she'd make sure she hit the mark.

With sword and pistol in hand, Gretchen lent against a wall, placing the pistol on the floor and took a deep breath. She could feel something in the air, as if something was going to happen very soon. Gretchen was a very down-to-earth kind of girl, not believing in things other than hard facts. Still she shivered, unable to think otherwise.

"You'll respect me dad." Gretchen said out loud, knowing the sensitive microphones would pick her up. "You'll respect me for the daughter I am. You should know already. I am not a push over." Gretchen smiled, before cutting open her palm with the sword. She showed the bloody palm to one of the camera high on a post. "See this? I swear on my blood that I'll win. This will be the last injury I get as well." Gretchen closed her fist, causing blood to drip to the floor. "Just watch dad. Just watch me and feel that respect growing in your heart."

Gretchen Raven picked up the pistol, and continued on ready for anything.

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"Candice, please realize that what happened here today happened for a reason. Don't let that same reason cause you to make bad decisions."

"I'm sorry dad..." Candice muttered as she held Brittany close to her chest. "I'm going to have to go back on your words. Ricardo was a member of the Capitol. Just like the Capitol caused you're death, they caused Brittany's as well. I've had enough."

Candice stood up, laying Brittany carefully on the ground. "I've had enough of hiding away and not killing. I will not be a coward." Candice bent down and picker up the make-shift spear that Brittany had made beforehand back in the building. "Mother. I will prove Kris' innocence. It won't bring him back, but justice will be given."

Candice glanced at Brittany one last time. "Thank you." Candice Laboy nodded downwards, before turning away and walking towards the town.

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Gretchen Raven from the Capitol. Respect was the name of the game. For the respect of her father and her father alone, Gretchen is determined to succeed.

Jeremy Magruder from District 9. For the simple reason of bloodlust he wishes to win.

Andrea Lawson from the Capitol. To win is for the person she loved at first sight. For Craig with Eliza, Andrea believes herself to be the winner.

Candice Laboy from District 4. The journey took her from cold and silent to developing and friendship and earning trust. With the death of her new friend, Candice is more determined than ever to win both for Brittany and to clear her father's name.

Four different individuals from four different states of mind. In the next hour, three of those minds would be extinguished. One person would go on to win the 101st Hunger Games. Who will fall and who will win?