A/N: First off, I'm sorry in advance! I know, it's literally been FOREVER since I last updated, I hope you're still checking back occasionally. I have had some family issues going on lately. My great-grandfather died and his funeral was very tough. My grandma died two years ago. My grandpa got married last week to a woman who I'm not necessarily fond of, she thinks she can replace my grandma, which she can't. It's been a rough time lately and I didn't have fan fiction on the TOP of my list of things to do. I was putting it above school and my grades were barely hanging on.
I do hope you can understand why I might not be finishing this fan fiction, or updating on a regular basis. I truly am sorry; I'll try to pick back up as soon as I can. Thanks for your understanding.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger games, though I wish I did.
I tapped my fingers against the wooden table eagerly. I was sitting across from Alex; we were the last two people in the room. All the other districts were either done with their private session or just now finishing it. I've had the most time to think about what to do and I have come up with nothing. What am I good at? I paced around the room until it started to bug Alex; it was making him more nervous.
Bam! I knew what I was going to do! I did a little happy dance then sat down.
I could tell Alex had no idea what he was going to do. He sat across from me, his eyebrows knit in concentration, his tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly as if he was thinking really hard.
Alex was called in and escorted into the room by the game maker, and I could only sit and watch him leave, devising a plan for what was coming up.
I scrambled through the darkness of the never ending cave, armed with only a rock I picked up along the gravel trail and using the cold, wet, solid stone as a guide through the caves. Each step was brought along another challenge, as if my balance and senses were numbed. I stumbled over jacked rocks, sending a clanging echo off the tunnel walls. Whatever was waiting for me in this winding cave knew I was coming, and it was waiting.
Unfortunately, I couldn't turn back. My feet wouldn't turn; in fact they wouldn't budge until I forced myself to walk in a straight line, at least to keep moving. I had to keep going, someone I needed, someone I loved, was somewhere in this twisting maze and I was the only one would could help them. I just knew it. I prayed that whoever they were, that they were still alive.
The cave made a sharp left turn, I stumbled into the wall, my palms crashing against the surface of the cold stone, and I made a gasping sound in the back of my throat by the surprise impact I turned my head in the direction of the tunnel, spotting a flickering light in the distant, a light that instantly made me calm and safe. I needed to be near it, I needed to touch it. The light was drawing me nearer, as If it had me under its spell. My eyes had a clear coat of glossiness to them, as if I was dazed and in a distant thought. The dull little light had me under its control, it had my mind.
A/N: I wouldn't call this a chapter…just something to sort of give you for the time of my absence. I'm sorry, again. Thanks for being such kind reviewers. I hope you can understand.