"Victors are honored, Heros are respected,"

They should have ran the moment the flutes sounded. The calming music mixed with heavy hooved footsteps. However, Veyron's body was frozen, Coutille and Grover's too. The moment the flutes came to a stop, Grover pushed himself to his feet, slinging his bag over his shoulder and heading towards the exit.

As he past Veyron, he leaned in close to where was inches from his ear. "Let's go." Veyron looked over to Coutille who quickly stuffed her first aid kit back in her bag.

He grabbed Grover's arm and pulled him back. "What about Coutille?" The original plan was to take her out the moment she heeled Grover. He couldn't say he was a fan. He had yet to see anyone die or kill anyone himself. Pathetic really, for a Warrior. However, he wasn't sure he wanted to either. So he was counting my blessings he would not be thrusting a spear through Coutille's skull just yet but it was out of character for Grover to let her go.

The blue eyed boy grumbled, shrugging his way out of his grip. "It doesn't matter anymore, she is one more thing between us and whatever hell they are about to unleash. We need to focus on us two now."

Veyron gave an understanding nod as he and Grover turned and ran, quickly tailed by Coutille. They raced through gaps in hedges and around sharp corners, believing to be furthering themselves from the mutt. However, as they rounded a bush, a golden hand shot out, gripping the exposed ankle of Grover.

With a yelp, the boy fell to the ground, the solid hand tightening unil, with a sickening crack, the bone within shattered. The trio looked on in fear as the skin started to crack and peel, flaking off in what could only be described as gold leaf.

As Grover screamed in pain, Coutille lifted her new sword, bringing it straight down on the arm. Why on earth she was saving Grover of all people, she didn't know. Yet the humanity in her, the inner rebel took control and with surprising ease, her blade glided through the gold arm, like a regular human. Except for every part of the arm, including the blood was gold.

With a deep hiss, the man the arm belong too vanished into the bush, leaving Grover with a broken, golden ankle. The dark haired boy writhed in pain while Veyron looked on in shock.

As the golden man's screams died, they were replaced with the bellows of a goat. A large, goat who sounded like an angered and broken man. The trio looked out over the horizon as the sound echoed through the arena. But this time, it was mixed with something else. A voice.

Coutille let out a gasp as Belinda appeared in the distance, screaming. When her eyes fell on the group, she started to shout for them to run. Veyron readied his sword to attack but when he saw what she was running through, he lowered his weapon.

At least twenty meters high was a man with goat horns on his head and fury pants. No, they were not furry pants, there were his legs, complete with shimmering black hooves at the bottom. The wind changed and the breeze started to smell of a mixture of roses and a farm.

When Belinda made it to the trio, she looked down and Grover and frowned. She then looked up to a terrified Coutille, her green eyes trained on the mutt that moved slowly towards them. Enough to catch up but not enough that they didn't stand a chance.

Belinda grabbed onto the girl's shoulders and pulled her away. "Move it, we have to go," Belinda said Breathlessly. Coutille tore her eyes away from the mutt and towards the girl who had seemingly been showered in blood.

"You are bleeding," Coutille said distantly. Her mind swirling with a thousand terrifying thoughts.

"It was my Peacock, tried to protect me," Belinda's eyes moved over to the eagle that was perched on Coutille's shoulders. "He-he ate it." the group fell silent, Belinda catching her breath. "We have to go-"

"But, Grover," Coutille whispered, her eyes glassed over and body shaking.

Belinda looked over to the boy and winced, trying to push down the lump in her throat. "There isn't time." it didn't role off her tongue well. A week ago, she was in love with Grover, now she was leaving him for dead.

Veyron let out a small grunt as he pulled his backpack off and handed it to Coutille and used his sword to cut his cape, handing it to Belinda. "I'll distract him-"

"No," Belinda said, tears forming in her eyes. "It is suicide-"

"I will just pull him away, just get Grover to safety, okay?" Belinda could tell Veyron didn't expect to make it back. As much as he hated to admit it, Grover had become more of a friend than he had expected. His last friend left. Sure Grover could have used him but Veyron was not sure he had offered much help through the Arena, Grover would have killed him before now if that was the case. He had no one else on the outside, Grover was the last thing he had.

With a sharp turn, Veyron ran off, his sword at the ready and shouting out his request back to the girls. As Belinda watched Veyron run towards the monster, she didn't really want to help Grover. However, when Coutile moved towards him, she knew she had to. It was Veyron's last request.

However, as the girls moved towards the boy, they found his leg had become worst. The veins in his right leg and face had become gold, the flesh around the exit wound of the ankle bone had started to flake. Grover himself could feel his right leg becoming numb.

The girls worked together, each grabbing on arm and pulling Grover to his feet. However, the boy quickly started to slip down. Even with all their might, Grover's muscular build that made him so attractive to Belinda was the very thing that was starting to weaken the girl's grip.

They pulled the boy until he toppled forwards, screaming Veyron's names. The girls looked up in time to see the half goat man biting down on something. Soon after, a cannon shattered the Arena.

"Maybe it was Eve," Belinda offered. Coutille didn't reply, pulling away from Grover and grabbing her pack. "What are you doing-"

"We need to go. Vey is gone, it will come here next-"

"But Grover-"

"Veyron would rather two of us survived than none," Coutille sighed, the watery glint in her eyes telling Belinda she didn't agree with what she was doing. Belinda gave a nod, placing her sword in her belt and throwing her bag over her slender shoulders.

"Kill me," Grover said weakly, using all of his strength to pull his body into a squatting position. His skin was now starting to turn a pale gold. Whatever the gold man had done to him must have slowly been killing him with his weakening state. "Don't leave me to the same fate as Ron, just make it quick," Coutille stepped forward but Grover waved her off. "I want Belinda to do it, for what I did to her,"

Belinda opened her mouth to protest but as the screams of the mutt came closer, she complied. Her hand shaking, she drew her sword and moved towards her old flame. Grover turned his back to Belinda, exposing the base of his skull. A warrior's death.

"Belinda," he whispered as she placed the tip of the sword against the target. "Tell Laurel I'm sorry. And don't let Gerhard pressure her into marrying him. I'm sorry to you too." Belinda seemed taken back by his words, her breathing starting to become shallow. "At least my parents won't miss me...really, all of us have been dead for ten years...it was just prolonged...right?" Neither girl answered. Coutille had turned her face form the scene. Grover sighed. "Just do it."

With a small whimper, Belinda pushed the sword into Grover's skull, killing him instantly. As his body slumped to the ground, a cannon sounded. A cannon that marked the end of the male contestants and signaled a new female victor.

Yep, the final three. The final mutt is Pan and Minos. Minos was the guy who attacked Grover and was slowly turning him to gold. Just not the metal kind. This also means I will have my FIRST female victor, I am excited. Who will be joined Atlas Geo of District 2 and Lux Hymnoor of District 5?

If you are interested in my other stories but don't want to read them, a new story called Database gives you a quick rundown of everything.

5th Place: Veyron Maverick, District 6- Eaten by Pan

Veyron was a good character and I really enjoyed writing him. If I did not want a female victor, he and Grover would have been possible victors. At first, he was going to be killed by Grover, then Grover would kill him to save himself in the fire. However, I somehow ended up creating a friendship between the two but I am not complaining. R.I.P Veyron. You may not have saved Grover but Belinda and Coutille will never forget your sacrifice.

4th Place: Grover Lindall, District 7- Warriors death inflicted by Belinda.

When I decided a girl was going to win before the Games, Grover was always going to be killed by Belinda. In revenge. However, I decided that murder was not something Belinda would seek out on Grover. A mercy killing is more true to her character. I love Grover and I am super sad to have to kill him. He was an amazing character (with a pretty cool face claim) but in the end, these were not his Games. R.I.P Grover. If only Minos had not caught you, you could have won and married Laurel.

Now, I am having some second thoughts about my original choice for victor. So please vote who you want to win on my profile and state your reason why in the reviews. I have two in mind and I would like to see what the readers think.

Even more exciting, we find out our victor in the next chapter. It is scary how close I am to the end. I am going to miss this story.

I hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think.