A short chapter that acts as a notice. I have been having some bad personal problems at the moment. My boyfriend of a year and a half broke up with me and I have waves of feeling hopeless and lost. Due to this, I have not been in the mood to do anything in regards to the site. This was written around the same time my last update was. That is how long it has been waiting for me to complete it. I cleaned it up a bit and will publish a small section.

I am going to try and write some more but I can't promise I will be active for a bit. I have to live with him still so I am just not handling it well. I averaging at about one meal a day and I honestly can't keep track of how little I drink. It takes everything inside of me to pull myself out of bed in the morning so I need to focus on the things that keep me alive, this story comes second.

I ain't leaving it or putting it on hiatus, I just wanted you all to know why the updates were slow and why I have not been active on the site. Anyway, enjoy and let me know what you think.

Evelyn shuddered as she peeled the bandage back, exposing her wound. It was green, the jagged flesh around it was black and rotten and it was leaking puss. It was infected. Evelyn could feel the true seventeen-year-old bubbling up inside of her. Not the teenager who was a strong warrior, the girl who was frightened that everything she had worked towards could be lost because of bacteria.

Belinda shook as she looked at the wound, her eyes wide. "The infection...it shouldn't have developed this quickly," she said in a shaky, hushed voice.

Evelyn took a sharp intake of breath as she turned her attention to the sky. "How long before it is deadly?"

Belinda shook her head. "I don't know for sure but I know it will be in the bloodstream by now. At the rapid speed, it is moving...about thirty hours."

Evelyn gave an understanding nod. "I still have time then-"

"Time for what?"

Evelyn looked over at Nero and sighed. "To find this stupid exit." Belinda did not reply, dropping her head low, she understood Evelyn's intentions, finding that exit was the only way she would come out of the Arena alive. "Now, hide that thing, I have an announcement." The dark haired girl gave a quick nod and bandaged the wound up again. Once it was covered, Belinda tapped her leg and Evelyn stood up.

"Right, listen!" she bellowed as she dragged her leg along behind her. The rest of the Warriors turned to look at her, some more enthusiastic than others. "This Arena is clearly built to work against us but I know there is an exit-"

"How?" Shelly grumbled, raising an eyebrow.

Nero crossed his arms over his chest. "What do you think they are showing to the audience back home? There has to be an endgame otherwise no one would want to watch this exercise."

Evelyn clicked her fingers a smile forming on her lips. "Correct, so if we split up, it will be harder for the Arena to block us all off. The harder it becomes to move in a direction, the closer we are to finding this exit."

Marzio felt weak as he once again moved into the circular arena. However, Pallas looked worse, his head hung low and eyes brimming with tears. After Romilda had been killed, the groups had been scrambled once more, Pallas was no longer on his team, he was his opponent.

Marzio did not feel fear, though. He felt confident that he would turn back around and walk away without a kill. When Pallas pulled free the vial from his pocket, Marzio's hopes were confirmed.

Pallas looked up at Marzio as he tipped the clear liquid into his mouth and threw the glass vial on the floor. Marzio had pocketed it for himself to take it things got painful but after seeing how broken Pallas was after killing Loretta, he decided the boy needed it more than him, it was only luck that he and Pallas were up against each other.

He watched, gripping sword tightly as Pallas screamed out in pain, clutching his stomach as a white foam started to build up in the corners of his mouth. He looked at Marzio, tears forming in his eyes. "Do you think Loretta will forgive me?" he gurgled.

Marzio gave a nod. "I am sure she is waiting for you." At that moment, Pallas toppled over and started to fit on the ground. Marzio didn't stay and watch, grabbing his sword and turning around to face his cell. He waited until Pallas' cannon sounded and the gate opened.

18th Place: Pallas Narciso, District Ten, 17.

Pallas was never a victor and I always hoped the votes would turn out this way so I could use this death. Pallas regretted his choices and what he did to Loretta, he was not a bad person, just a messed up on. If his mother had not been shot before his eyes, he may have turned out differently. R.I.P Pallas.

Again, sorry for the time off I have been taking but I need to make sure I am alright otherwise, these stories won't get done anyway.