A/N: This is a long chapter and also one of the last there's 1 or 2 chapters left, depending on the amount of content there is (whether I can make it stretch to two chapters basically XP)

Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter and if you like reading about killing and zombies and Starkids then you'll like the fanfic I'll be putting up in the next couple of days, so look out for that XD

Enjoy :)

JoMo and Brosenthal had made a sort of treehouse in a big oak tree, it was barely visable from the ground but the boys weren't really thinking about that when they built it, they were thinking about being sky-pirates and making their boat as high up as they could. They had been jumping around the tree pretending to fight baddies but the sun had fallen and the had tiredness crept up on them so they were lying on their make-shift floor staring through their non-existent ceiling at the stars.

Brosenthal was just about to fall asleep when the anthem blared out blasting him awake. The faces of the four fallen tributes lit up the sky and the reality of where they were sunk into them making their chests heavy. JoMo turned on his side so he didn't have to look at it. The sky turned to darkness once again and without a word the boys slowly fell asleep.

When the morning came Brosenthal was the first to wake, he'd had a troubled sleep and was relieved to be able to leave it behind him and carry on playing their game. He rifled through their packs to get some breakfast, at the bloodbath they had dodged everyone and picked up packs which were about halfway between their platforms and the cornucopia before retreating into the woods; the packs didn't have any weapons in but were full of packaged food which had worked incredibly in their favour.

After tucking into a healthy breakfast of beef jerky he was slightly bored, he looked over at his friend willing him to wake up. JoMo was fast asleep and snoring...loudly. How had Brosenthal even slept through that? Suddenly a great idea came into his head. He tip-toed over to JoMo's side, leant right up to his face and shouted "WAKE UP!" JoMo jumped back and rolled away from Brosenthal with such force that the little wall they had made broke and JoMo fell from the platform hitting every branch on the way down and landed with a giant THUMP on the ground.

All the colour drained from Brosenthal's face. He crawled to the edge of the platform and stared down at JoMo's unmoving body. He stayed there for a moment waiting to see if JoMo would move. He didn't. Brosenthal climbed as quickly as he could to the ground and ran over to his friend.

"Joe...Joe...JOE!" The shouting seemed to do the trick as JoMo's eyes fluttered open. "Oh thank god you're not dead!"

"Yeah..." JoMo breathed.

"I can't believed you survived that"

"I think the branches saved my fall" JoMo smiled, moving slowly to see what damage had been done.

"What hurts?"

"Everything." JoMo frowned, sitting up "But I think it's just my leg that's damaged." Brosenthal slowly looked down at JoMo's leg it looked fine until he saw that the bottom half of his calf jutted out in an impossible direction.

"Oh my god I am so sorry!" He squeaked. He frantically looked around them to find something to help. JoMo reailsed that something was wrong so he looked down and let out a scream as he saw it and all the pain rushed to his leg. Brosenthal ran round picking up big leaves and bendy sticks whilst JoMo ripped off his shirt sleeve and made a tourniquet with a stick that was lying next to him. Brosethal came back, his arms full of debris, and looked over JoMo's leg. "They'll probably have to amputate."

"Then I can get a robot leg!" JoMo smiled, his eyes shining at the silver lining to his cloud. Brosenthal found a big stick for him to use as a walking stick then they set off to the river that they'd found when they first came into the woods.

"WHAT?!" Darren's shout boomed across the arena. He and Devin had made their way back to the cornucopia only to find that all of their food and water supplies were gone.

"Must've been that bastard from 5, the only others left are those two little boys and god knows how they've survived this far." Devin spat.

"Maybe by stealing other people's food!" Darren shouted.

"Well throwing a hissy fit isn't going help is it?" She shot at him, he took a deep breath.

"So what're we gonna do now?" He asked, the agitation still present in his voice.

"We find water." She told him. "Ok there was a swamp back in the desert, we go fill up and then start thinking about food."

"With swamp water?" He grimaced.

"You got a better idea?"

"Yeah, the woods. That's where we got our water before plus where do you think the others get it from? D'ya think they all drank your swamp juice?!"

"Look, we tracked through those woods so much even you won't be able to remember where that lake was, plus the others are probably gonna be in there and if we get dehydrated then we'll be vunerable."

"Devin, even if we were blind with bother our legs chopped off and one arm we'd still be able to take them. There's only three of them left and they're not exactly gonna band together." Devin thought for a moment, she knew he was right but she hated losingan argument.

"Ok, well we should get going whilst we still have full stomachs." She agreed and after picking up a couple more weapons (which had been barely touched by the thief) they set off into the woods.

Morning turned into afternoon and still they searched on into the woods, there footsteps heavier the farther they went. They were tired but they daren't stop for fear that they wouldn't get up again. As night fell they were still no closer to finding water. It wasn't until the anthem played and the seal lit up the sky revealing that there had been no deaths that day that Devin spotted the light reflecting off of something. It was good that the anthem was playing because she screamed with excitement, running towards it. Darren was so tired it took him a minute to realise she was gone but when he saw her running it wasn't long before he was on her heels and in the next second they had their heads in the river, relishing in the freshness that overcame them. When they finished near-drowning themselves they filled their empty water bottles that they'd been carrying in their packs, added the iodine and waited for an excrusiating 30 minutes before guzzling their water and filling them again. They did that once more and then decided to get some sleep, they made camp a few meters away and within seconds were fast asleep.

In the morning they woke up and looked to have another few big drinks of water before setting off, they made the short journey to the river only to find that there was no river. It was bone dry. The gamemakers must've drained it while they slept. Which only meant one thing. The fanfare went off and they knew they were right.

"Tributes! I am inviting you all to a feast!" Claudius Templesmith's voice rang out. "But this is no ordinary feast. You each have something that you want, something you need, the feast will provide you with this. Come to the cornucopia at noon and you will get what you need."

"Perfect!" Devin exclaimed, their stomachs loudly agreeing with her. "We'll go there and get food and water and whatever else we need."

"We need to squash the little mite that stole our food." Darren said through gritted teeth.

"Well, yeah." Devin scoffed. "Come on, looking at the sun it's about 9/10 o'clock, we should get moving."

Getting back to the meadow was a lot quicker now that they were refreshed and actually knew where they were going. It only took them two hours to get to the edge of the meadow and as they got closer they saw they were not alone.

JoMo was crouching behind a bush on the edge of the forest area, watching over Brosenthal as he went to collect their treasure at the cornucopia, they'd decided JoMo would cover Brosenthal because of his injuries; he a big bruise down his left side and many more smaller bruises over most of his body, there were various small cuts on his arms but they didn't bother him that much, his leg on the other hand was extremely painful espiecially when walking. He watched Brosenthal ninja role to the table where there were two large packs, one had a big 1 emblazoned on it and the other had an 8 on it, JoMo's district. Brosenthal snatched JoMo's pack then whipped his head round to see if any of the others were coming. JoMo smiled, soon his pain would be over.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" A girl's voice drawled behind him, he turned to see both tributes from district 1 standing before him, eyes as wide as their grins, predators playing with their prey. The boy gripped his spear tightly and the girl swung a knife back and forth by the handle. JoMo stared at it unable to look away. In a second she'd thrown it into the air, caught it and sliced his throat. Blood splattered over the two who laughed as he fell on his side. He caught sight of Brosenthal who was looking around as he 'stealthily' walked towards them. JoMo urged him to run but it was too late. The last thing JoMo saw was the spear going through his body.

"Good shot, Dare." Devin smiled, wiping the blood off of her knife and putting it back in her pack, she took out a sickle and handed it to Darren, he refused it.

"Nah, I'm gonna get my spear." He told her before running to the corpse of the boy from 10, Devin shrugged and then kept it for herself, zipping her pack back up. She was about to put it back on her back when she heard a commotion on the meadow.

Brian had watched it all from inside one of the caves, he'd spent most of the games there reading himself for his revenge. He had got his fighting ready and was in perfect shape but he'd needed a weapon, when the careers had gone to the desert area it was the perfect time to get himself a good sharp weapon, he hadn't gone there to steal their supplies but when he saw it all just lying there he couldn't help himself, another way to get to them and to insure his revenge on Meredith's murderer. Now the time had finally come, now was his moment. Darren was running out of his own, defenceless. Brian launched himself towards him, machete drawn, heart full of rage, eyes on revenge. A battle cry bellowed out from him and Darren turned just before Brian threw him to the ground, landing on op of him and they tumbled sideways, closer to Darren's spear. Darren pushed Brian over to get to his spear, Brian quickly grabbed his arm and with one swift motion cut it off. Darren screamed out in pain and Brian punched him making him go off balance and fall on his side beside Brian, he turned him over and straddled him, making sure his brown eyes were looking at him. Brian had him pinned, he raised his machete.

"This is for Meredith." He said and plunged the machete into Darren's heart. He watched the life go from his eyes.

The rage that had been eating away at him since the start of the games left and was replaced by...nothing. He thought he would feel justice, finally avenging Meredith's death, but he just felt empty. He stared down at the boy's lifeless body and heard a rebel yell coming up beside him. He knew who it was. He knew she would kill him. He didn't care.

She ran into him and knocked him off his feet. His head hit the dirt and knocked his focus, making him see two Devins leaning over him, sickle in hand.

"Oh come on, BriBri, gonna have to try harder than that to get out of this one." She smirked. He just stared at her, her blood-splattered face slowing coming into focus. Her face suddenly dropped "Wait, you're not gonna fight? Seriously?" Brian shrugged slightly. "You've come this far, and for what? Just to kill Darren, to avenge your little girlfriend's death?" She mocked. Brian narrowed his eyes at her, something which he immediately regretted, she was getting to him and she knew it. "Did you really think that little nerd was gonna get anywhere? She couldn't see past her own nose, the blind cow!" Brian tried to ignore her, to shut her out but he couldn't stop the rage that was returning, bubbling up inside him, it was so easy to give into. "I'm actually sad about her death, ever since I first saw her I couldn't wait to crush her that little bi-" Brian pushed her off of him and grabbed the machete out of Darren's stomach. Devin jumped to her feet and was about to leap at him but Brian charged at her and knocked her into the cornucopia. She landed straight on her back, winding her, Brian lifted the machete up and was about to strike when Devin's fist smashed into his gut and he stumbled backwards trying desperately to stay on his feet, a feat that was made impossible when Devin launched herself at him. They fell to the floor with a resounding thump, both their weapons flying out of their hands. Brian dropped the machete where he had stood but Devin was surprisingly strong and had managed to launch them a good few feet away from there. The sickle, however was much closer and Brian found himself struggling from Devin's grip towards it. She, however, had the same thought and they found each other struggling to get to it first.

Brian kicked his leg up and used Devin as a step to get closer to it but she pulled him down and scratched at his face with her lethaly sharp nails as she got to her feet and made a run for it. Brian grabbed her foot, pulled her down and climbed over her body to get closer and to keep her down. She grabbed his arms and rolled onto her side, knocking him off of her. Brian used her grip on him against her, grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms back, he felt her right shoulder dislocate and he knew it to be true when her scream rang out across the empty fields. He propelled himself off of her back, kneeing her into the dirt and he did so. His hand grasped the sickle but Devin wasn't done yet, she catapulted herself towards the weapon and grabbed it with her left hand.

The weapon came down. A clean cut straight through the skull. The canon sounded.