I haven't updated in so long! I'm so sorry, but I had writer's block! Well I hope you guys have been enjoying the Victorious episodes. I've screamed, cried, growled, and tweet attacked about the past three episodes.

Disclaimer: It doesn't matter that I've been gone; I haven't gained ownership of Victorious or the Hunger Games.

Jade's POV:

How long have we been sitting here. Days, weeks? We've just been sitting here waiting for something to happen. I can't remember the last time I've talked either. I think it's been a while. They all just stare at me, like I know what to do. I don't. I don't know anything anymore.

I thought I knew myself. The mean, bad-ass that no one liked; that's who I use to be. Now I'm someone people care about, someone people like, someone people look to for leadership. Why did all this have to happen? If Cat hadn't of died- I can't blame Cat, it's my own fault. If I could just think of some way to keep them from winning.

I look over at Beck who is having his arm rewrapped by Tori. I feel a pang of jealousy run through me. I shouldn't be. If I get close to him then he'll die. Let's face it; I wasn't put here to be liked. I stand up bringing everyone's attention to me.

I pull out my bow and shove an arrow hastily in the cock. I look up to see the confused faces of the others. I point the arrow at Robbie and slowly make my way down the row of people who sit frozen in place too scared to breathe.

"There's not many ways to get out of here," I say, still skimming the group with my arrow," One is to be the last alive and the other is to die."

I see Beck's hand inch toward his bow and I let go of the arrow. It lands right between his hand and his arrow. He yanks his hand back and looks at me wide eyed with shock.

"I didn't mean I was going to kill you," I snapped," I meant that you're going to kill me and I'll leave the rest of you to it."

"Wait," Tori interjected," Why do you want us to kill you? Wouldn't you want to be the one that keeps Cat's memory?"

"No, even if I did live no one would listen. No one cares, Tori, no one will listen to me. People like you and Beck will be heard listened to."

"Why do you even have to do this," She asked.

"People need to know. They need to know how they affect us, how they're hurting us, families, hundreds of people. All I know is I won't be happy until New York burns and one of us is the one to light the first match."

Before Tori can say anything else, there's a strong wind surrounding us. For a minute I think its Molly again until I find that we're it's not looping it's simply blowing. Robbie opens his mouth to say something, but I shush him. The wind comes to a stop and the woods fall silent. Not even the birds dare to sing. I stand in silence, my eyes locked on the outskirts of the woods. None other than the president himself walks through the trees.

I freeze. I don't know whether I should shoot him or shake his hand. Beck is the one to answer that question. I feel him sweep by me and extend his hand to the president. The president took it gratefully. He turned, beaming at us gratefully.

"Well hello," he said, in a cheery voice," You are the group that everyone's been talking about."

There was something in his voice that made me want to kill him right there.

"We've decided to let you all live. If you would just follow me."

He lead us to the jet that so many people knew about never saw. Now I knew something was up.

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"Jadelyn, could I talk to you please," the president yelled. It made me jump, unlike the others, I had yet to relax.

Beck shot me a worried glance, knowing- with the way I've been letting my mouth fly- I was public enemy number one. I stand up, nodding off his glance and follow the president into the back room.

"So Jadelyn," he starts," You've had quit the mouth on you for the past couple of weeks. I have the right mind to kill you."

I tense up at this.

"I have the right mind to," he continues," but I won't. Although, there has been some questioning from the colonies; I want you to go to each colony and deny everything you said. Make it believable too."

"And if I don't," I ask, putting up my stronghold.

"There will be consequences," he says, looking at the door.

I don't catch what he's saying at first, but then I realize he's talking about the others, my friends. He's threatening my friends. I push myself up from the table, making the guards tense.

"If you lay a finger on them-"I growl.

"I won't, as long as you do what I say. Now out." He waves his hand in my face shooing me out.

I spin on my heel and storm out the door. I walk right past the group, who look up at me expectantly as I walk by. I find a seat as far away from them as possible and throw myself in the chair. Beck comes over and sits next to me.

"What did he do," he whispered, concern ringing in his voice.

"Nothing," I replied coolly.

"Tell me, you can trust me," his voice still hushed.

"The colonies are getting restless and he wants me to stop it. I have to, Beck, he'll kill you and the others if I don't," I said, so fast that I didn't know if he could understand it.

He looked at me, his eyes filled with so much sympathy that it hurt.

"Well, we won't let him. He's not going to get to us or you," he said. I almost believed him, but I knew it wasn't true; the world was cruel and I knew it better than anyone. I was about to say something when he grabbed my chin and pressed a gentle kiss against my lips. I was shocked at first, but I let myself melt into the kiss.

If the president thought he was going to kill any of my friends, he had another thing coming.

I know, it's short, but it's 10 o'clock here! I still have no idea how long this will be. I really like this story so far and we got a little Bade too. They will probably be Jori friendship, Tandre, and Bade in the next chapter.