The next morning we wake up. I feel terrible still. Both of us had fallen asleep before they showed the dead tributes. We knew who was dead, though, and we tried not to think about it. All we thought about was Emma. She was the one left, and she was deadly when she wanted to be. Now that we're not a team anymore, she won't hesitate to kill either of us. She's not like the others, who would at least feel guilt about it. She'd feel nothing but a cold satisfaction. I wasn't worried for myself, but for Rima. We both kept on high alert, watching for her. I would make sure I killed her, and then I knew what I had to do. Only one can win. God, do I wish I could change that. The two of us walked along for hours, and nothing. We knew it was possible that she was watching us right now, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. She'd go for me first no doubt, and then go for Rima. Rima and I talk a lot while walking, about the games, about our lives before. Apparently hers wasn't as good as mine. I had a small family, with my parents and older brother. We all loved each other and looked out for one another. They were probably all sitting watching the games right, watching me. This whole thing was probably just as hard as them as it was for me. They have to watch me fighting for my life. They might even have to watch me die. I have to fight for my life and kill my friends, and then possibly die. Rima's different. She told me that she had a bigger family. She was one of five children. She had three brothers and a sister. Her brother's were seven, fifteen and seventeen. Her sister was nine. Her parents, well, they were horrible. They beat her daily and told her she was worthless, just a problem. No doubt they were watching, but waiting for her to die so that they wouldn't have to deal with her anymore. Her older brothers laughed when they beat her, and her sister and younger brother cried, only to get shut up by her parents. Rima would take the worst of it. Once, her father hit her younger brother, and she hit him back. She told me that was the worst, but it was worth it. She said, better her then them. I almost cried hearing this. How she was treated. In this short time, she had become my best friend. Now I was even happier she had told me. Now everyone had heard. So when I made sure she won, everyone would know about her parents and do something about it. If it wasn't already obvious, I was going to make sure she won. I would even kill myself to make sure.

We continued along until around two o' clock by my guess. Then we stopped for food and water. We stopped in a clearing surrounded by dense forest. That's where it ended. That clearing ended up being where the final person died. Because just as we were getting ready go, we heard someone laughing in the trees. And Emma stepped out. I pulled Rima behind me and took out my knife. Emma was holding one of her own and she didn't seem to have her bow anymore. I didn't care enough to ask where it was.

"Well, hello Kady. Fancy meeting you here," she said as the wind blew around us. This was it, and we all knew it. This was where it ended. This was where someone would win, and the others would die. And both of us needed to win this, Emma for herself, me for Rima. I whispered to Rima my plan. I told her to stay away, and if it looked like I was going to lose, to not try to save me, only try to live. Rima walked backwards slowly away from us. Emma saw and laughed again.

"Kady. I'll get rid of you and make sure Rima sees it. And then I'll kill her. Slowly, painfully. Same as I'll do to you."

"You wouldn't dare." I said, and charged at her. She seemed slightly surprised by this, but countered my strike with her knife. She smirked and the fight began. I slashed out at her and she blocked, and then twisted her knife, trying to get at my face with it. I hit hers down and lunged, which she blocked. This went on for a while. One would attack and either hit or miss. The hit's weren't fatal, but they sure hurt and she got in more than I did. The wound from Ally's knife had reopened and blood was flowing from it, as well as from my various cuts and scratches. The only two hits I had gotten in were a cut on her forehead and one on her arm. I don't know how long we fought for. I was aware of nothing else but the fight. But even that wasn't enough. She lunged at me and I wasn't ready. The knife buried in my side and I fell over. I heard Rima scream my name. Emma laughed evilly and pulled out the knife, slowly, and twisting it around first. I let out a cry of pain. She laughed.

"This is it, Kady. You've lost. You, and you're pathetic little friend. You'll both die, and I'll win." I heard her laugh once more as she held the knife at my throat. Then she brought it up and cut my cheek. She had said it was going to be slow, and she meant it. She was just about to get me again when I saw her jerk back, and make a choking sound. I looked up to see Rima clinging to her back, her hands around Emma's throat. Emma was being slowly choked to death. I slowly stood up and watched as my former teammate finally dropped to the ground. Rima didn't let go until the cannon went off. We had done it. But now came the hardest part, for both of us.

We stood there panting, me holding my side. We sat staring at each other until we got our breath. Then she spoke.

"Now what?" she asked. I shook my head.

"One of us dies. That's that." She nodded.

"Fine, then I die."

"No! No way am I going to let you die! It's going to be me." Rima was crying now. She didn't want me to die. She would rather die than have to watch it happen to me. That's why she had jumped on Emma. I had told her to save herself, and she had only thought about me.

"Please, Kady, no! I don't want you to die. I want you to go home and have a great life with your family. You deserve it. if it wasn't for you I'd already be dead." Now she was sobbing. I walked over to her and hugged her. She hugged me back. Then I put my hand on her shoulder and looked at her.

"Rima, you know how this is going to end. I'm dying." She was too choked up to notice the knife tucked into my right hand.

"Kady, I don't want to live if you die!" This almost makes me cry. But I know what I have to do.

"Rima?"

"Yes?"

"Have a great life." And I plunge the knife into my chest. I fall to the ground and she screams my name. I smile at her as I die.

"Rima, you're the best friend I've ever had." I say weakly. She's kneeling next to me crying her face off. I reach out and grab her hand.

"Why, Kady? Why did you do that?"

"Because I want you to live. To win." She tries to hold back her tears, but isn't doing a very good job at it. Then she stands up and takes a step back from me.

"You're the best friend I've ever had too." I smile weakly. I know death is coming soon. I try to hold on for a second longer, but I barely even have that long. I'm about to fade into the blackness when Rima gasps and fall forward. I look to see an arrow in her back. I hear the cannon. She's dead. But how? My question is quickly answered the sound of someone laughing. It's Ally.

"Well, isn't this nice. You killing yourself to save your friend. That's so sweet."

"But you're dead." I manage to say. She laughs again.

"Yes, you thought so, didn't you? Well, you're little friend here never killed me. I managed to stitch myself up and found my bow. I've been following you two since. I knew if I waited long enough I'd be left with the final person, who'd of course think they won. And then I'd kill them. And it worked even better than I thought. So, you killed yourself for no reason. If you hadn't done that you'd have a chance of winning. But now, it's too late. You lost. And I won."

That's the last thing I hear before death takes me.

The End