I'm going to miss some people here…a few of my original characters. Please review.

DISCLAIMER: I am not Suzanne Collins. I do not own the Hunger Games.

I tied a bomb on an arrow. Deeno tied another on his spear. Madie tied another on one of her knives. While Fin readied the sling shot.

"No way, dude!" Fin exclaimed, hugging his little fork, I mean, trident, "I am not going to use this to throw an explosive!"

"Why not?" Deeno asked, "We're all going to sacrifice some things. Gina's arrow; Madie's knife; my spear."

"Deenoli! This trident," Fin said. "Fork." Madie mumbled under her breath. "is not worth sacrificing! It'll boom along with your weapons!"

"Yes, it will."Madie confirmed, "Only the end will be left. No more fork to eat spaghetti." Fin glared at her.

I searched the crate and threw the sling shot to Fin. "You're such a baby."

"Thanks, Gin. And I am no baby!" he exclaimed, "I am a pure adult." I rolled my eyes.

"So, Gin, what will do if we do destroy the dome?" Deeno asked suddenly.

"We'll climb the walls and jump our way to the exit." I replied, "Nothing's going to stop us at the end. There is no dome anymore. It covers the whole arena, right?" Deeno nodded.

"That's an option." Madie said, "The wall are at least 10-12 inches thick and it's waxed. We'll use up a lot of time to climb and if we jump one to the other, there's a possibility that we slip, fall, hit our heads, and die." We all stared at her. "Or if we reach the end, exclude the slipping and dying, we have time to spare before the Gamemakers construct another dome."

"But what about your parents and brother, Ginna?" Fin asked, "We can't just leave them." That led me deep into thought.

"They'll – they'll find a way." I confirmed. I sure hope they do.

"Ready?" Madie asked, "Remember put a lot of force. When I count to one, arm your bombs. Two, aim. And three, shoot. Once we've shot run to the side and cover your head."

"Why again?" Deeno asked, dumbly. Madie sighed.

"There is like, 98.8% chance of raining weapons, ashes, and other toxic that may lead us to our death." she replied, "Okay, one!"

I armed my bomb. "Two!"

I aimed my arrow. "Three!"

I shot it in the air and ran to one side, turn around, ducked, and covered my head. Once the bombs hit the dome, it gave a loud boom I thought I am going deaf. A rainfall of ashes, broken and burned weapons, and unknown powders occurred.

"Head down, Deenoli!" I heard Madie yell. Deeno must be the most stubborn of us all.

I suddenly felt something sharp cutting my back. I shrieked in pain. The rainfall continued and I can't just check my back, something might hit my head.

I clenched my hands into fists until the rainfall stopped. I just stayed there; one move and a sting of pain will hit me. "Oh my God." Madie exclaimed.

"What is it?" I asked, containing a scream.

"Your own arrow hit you." Fin confirmed, "It's only a cut, don't worry."

"Then why does it hurt so much!"

"You have been cut with too much force, I suppose." Madie said, "Come on now. We'll remove it." They made me face down. Fin and Madie removed my arrow and patched it up with Madie's handkerchief while Deeno checked if we destroyed the dome.

I was all patched up a few minutes later and the bleeding lessened. We ate donuts while waiting for Deeno to return.

"So, why did the trident say, 'Trident!'?" Fin joked.

"Why?" Madie asked, bored.

"Because it's trying to dent the wall! Get it? Get it?"

Madie sighed irritably, "Ordair, first of all, a trident is a weapon or a costume of some sort. It does not talk!"

"Well, Hawthorne, stop being too realistic! Use your imagination once in a while, not all the information in your nerdy head!"

Madie stood up. "I try, Fin! I try! I try to imagine that we'll survive this Game. I try to imagine that I will still be able to go home to eat dinner! I try to imagine that I will witness my sister's birth, Fin! I try! But every time I do, it just makes things worse! It just makes me realize that I will never see my sister's eyes flutter open because I will not survive this!" Tears flowed from Maddie's eyes.

I slowly and painfully stood up and hugged Maddie. "Fin is just trying to put a smile on our faces, Mads." I patted her back.

"Thanks, Gin." she said. We heard footsteps on the metal floor and found Deeno with a frown on his face. Madie tried to look a bit lively again, "So? Did it work? Tell me, it worked. It worked right? We can get out of here, right?"

Deeno just shook his head, "It didn't even leave a scratch." I felt all my dreams crush to dust. It's time to face the music. We are all going to die.

We slept in silence. Well, they slept in silence. I can't sleep. I searched for the brightest fake star in the fake sky and wished. "I wish, I may. I wish, I might. Have my wish I wish tonight." I wish that I'm not the daughter of the Mocking -…I stopped. No. That's not my wish. That can't and mustn't be my wish. I thought again. I wish that we'll all come out of here, alive, safe and sound. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

End of Chapter 9

I know this is quite short.( I think it's the shortest.) But I want to have, like, this, dramatic end or pause. If you know what I mean.

Who's your favorite character among my originals? Ginna, Deeno, Madie, or Caleb? Review your answer.

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