Shiloh woke up to find someone standing over him. He groaned as he noticed that they'd taken his spear and trident from him.
"I'm not going to kill you" Said a familiar voice.
"Roxana?" He asked.
"Mmmm" She hummed.
"What are you doing?" Shiloh asked as he sat up on his elbows.
"Stealing your food mostly. Sorry, I didn't think that you'd mind too much"
"Actually-"
"I came to find you because last night I killed Jade. Thought you'd like to know."
"You did? Ha! Good on you, Ana" Roxana turned sharply and slapped him. Shiloh swore.
"What was that for?" He demanded.
"Corey used to call me Ana, back in Two. Only him. I used to hate it but…Jade killed Corey last night, OK?"
"Sorry Roxana. But I'd be careful who you slap like that. It's enough to make me want to kill you!" Shiloh grinned but Roxana didn't smile.
"I have your trident; and your spear. You couldn't kill me unless you wrestled me to the ground. And be real Shiloh. You've always wanted to kill me. I understand it's nothing personal, you've got your family to go home too" She stopped for a moment as she stared off into the distance. "I don't. I keep wondering why I'm still fighting to win. Maybe it's just me, my character. And I couldn't give up, Corey would hate me for that I guess," Roxana shrugged, throwing Shiloh's spear and trident to the floor. "Down to the finalist now. You, me. Jarsen, Allie and Brita." Roxana waved to him. "Bye Shiloh. I hope I don't have to kill you"

"Brita?"Allie whispered. It was morning and Allie had just woken up. She knew that Brita was lying across the cave from her, but she was pretty sure that she was awake.
"Yeah?"
"I think I'm leaving now, want to come with? Not as an actual alliance, just walk with me a bit, then we can go separate ways" Brita was silent for a while and Allie couldn't help but wonder if she was dead. She knew it was stupid, Brita wasn't ill and she didn't have any wounds but the silence scared her. She'd had far too much death in the last few days.
Eventually she said: "OK. Just for a little way"

They walked together, in the calm of the morning. The harsh winds that had been blowing just the day before seemed like a dream. Brita could barely recall the noise they made as they shot through the leaves, the forest, and the entire mountain.
She hated the terrain most of all. You were either breaking your back going upwards, stubbing your toe with every step on the bottom of your shoe whilst heading downwards, or trembling and all-but crying as you prayed that you wouldn't fall to your doom as you clung to a scary rock face or just steep ascent.
They stopped when they reached a very tall tree in the middle of their path.
"On the second day…This is the tree that you and Tane were in" Allie said, recalling how Tane had saved her life.
"Sorry about that" Brita shrugged, as she grinned; remembering Tane at his best. He'd saved Allie's life so that she could be with Cole, even if only for a short amount of time. Brita took another look at Allie. She was alone, unlike that day which seemed so long ago now. She wouldn't put it past Jarsen to leave her if it was useful to him. Cole must be dead, and Eliana. She couldn't imagine Eliana abandoning Allie.
"Do you know why he saved you?" Brita asked. Allie shook her head, still looking up at the tree. She kept imagining she could see Tane's eyes looking at her. Looking at her and saying 'Live a little'. "He told me it was because he'd talked to you" Allie's mind flashed to the training day when they'd talked about Brita and when Allie had first admitted to herself that she liked the dirty beggar. She stroked her notebook in her pocket fondly, remembering when he'd tried to steal it.
Brita smiled. "He also said it was because you liked Cole" Allie's eyes filled with tears. Tane was a good person, he didn't deserve to die.
"Ebony killed him, then Jade killed Ebony, well, she finished her off at least. As far as I know Jade's still alive"
"There's always a chance though. The cannon went off last night" Allie said comfortingly. Brita nodded.
"I'll go right; you go left" Brita said as she walked away. Allie walked in the other direction.

Today was quieter and Jarsen could hear now that the winds had stopped. There were five people left now, and he was one of them. If he played it carefully he could actually win and make it back to Twelve.
Deaths were getter fewer and further apart. So far he'd been lucky enough to avoid Gamemaker traps, but he wouldn't hold his breath on that.
Ragged breathing and running footsteps made him stop. A girl with auburn hair burst from the thick trees and at first he thought it was Allie, but a closer look revealed that it was in fact Brita. She stopped suddenly upon spotting him and first reached for her bow, then changed her mind and fumbled for a dagger.
Jarsen slowly placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to fight her.
"Where's Eliana?" Brita asked, as she held her knife out.

I killed her," Jarsen said, with a tinge of guilt to his voice and something she couldn't quite identify. Brita's mouth dropped open unwillingly and she managed to close it before she looked like a complete idiot.
Almost simultaneously they lifted their weapons and ran forward to fight, Jarsen with his sword and Brita dashing about with her knife.

They thrashed and stabbed vigorously, Brita had to run and dart fast to stab at Jarsen as she didn't have the reach of his sword. She cried out in agony as he slashed across her cheek. She could feel the warm blood falling down her face and into mouth. She spat at the ground. Fortunately the cut had been on the back-lash of a slash at her chest so it wasn't very deep, but Brita doubted that even Capitol medics would ever be able to mask that scar. They paused as they breathed raggedly and stared each other down. Jarsen was mostly un-scathed whereas Brita had many cuts and bruises in addition to the one on her face. A thought struck Brita and she made sure her breathing stayed the same. Jarsen wasn't attacking – all she had to do was…

She'd done it again. She'd killed someone. She hadn't done it in a long time, last time she'd been next to Tane, high in a tree. This time she was alone and cold, with blood covering her face.
She'd stabbed him in the rib which meant a very slow and painful death for him. He clutched his side as he slowly crouched down on the ground. Brita got down on her knees and looked him in the eye. He'd thrown his sword to the ground so she wasn't worried he'd make it his last act to kill her.
He breathed through his teeth hard and fast.
"How did you kill her? How did she die?" Brita asked, more for Allie's sake than anything. She wasn't Allie's friend, but she felt they had something in common.
"Stabbed her through the neck." He hissed between breathes. "Painless and quick."

Brita closed her eyes. She was tired, physically and mentally; tired of the Capitol's sick Games. She felt ready to move on but a new sound from Jarsen shocked her into focus. He'd been breathing hard and heavy and regularly, but now something was different.

Brita turned and saw the sickest thing she'd seen in her entire life.

The Capitol had made her again, a projection, a puppet, but not her.

It was the spit image of Eliana.

"Sick! Sick, sick, sick!" Brita screamed to the air. "Sick of you, sick of it! Can't you let him die peacefully at least?" She screamed to the invisible cameras. She felt certain that her words were being blocked, but at least someone would hear them.

The Eliana figure walked past her and held Jarsen's hand as he gasped in pain.
"Leave him alone!" Brita yelled at her, but it was as if she couldn't even hear Brita.
"Sorry" Jarsen said to Eliana as he sucked in a breath. Brita expected for Eliana to say something horrible, just like the Capitol would, but she smiled.
"It's OK. I understand. You know, I would've liked to know you better" She said. Brita watched them, still feeling like she wanted to puke, but maybe kind of awkwardly too now that they were talking. Jarsen did his best to smile but all he came out with was a grimace.
"Me too"

And then Brita walked away. She didn't want to know how sick and twisted the Capitol was going to make his death. Brita didn't imagine that the Eliana was real for even one second, she didn't believe in the supernatural. She was down-to-earth. A nice thought swam across her mind. It would be nice if it really was the ghost of Eliana Maserly come to take him away. Nice, but impossible.

Brita wiped blood off her face using her sleeve and spat a wad of red saliva on the ground.