Leumer, Leumer. Your punishment for STALKING AND CREEPING ME OUT is to wait with all the other mortals for this chapter to come out. If you behave and don't CREEP ME OUT, I might send you drafts of 16!

Elise

I try to fall asleep, but A, the ground is hard and cold. (A sleeping bag and a coat as a pillow doesn't really help), and B, Dad keeps bugging me about tactics. He eventually just gets really carried away and goes on for another few minutes until I sit up and yell, "SHUT UP!" Elijah jumps awake scared to death, and I say, "Sorry."

"What the heck was that? That's the second time I've been scared to death, so now I should be dead! Thank you for killing me!" He rants on. I sit up and plop myself up on my arm on the cold ground.

"Sorry. Erm, dad was trying to give me some advice," I say. I crept in closer to where he was, and said, "He kept telling me a bunch of stuff on how to stay alive and to buck up and to not care about you."

"But you do care about me, right?" he asks me. OF COURSE I DO! I want to scream and hug him. It is all I can do not to burst into tears and scream bloody murder to the capitol using the choicest words I can.

But the truth is, Elijah is all I have left. He's really all I've ever really had. I mean, I have mom and my step-dad, they fed me, stuck clothing on me, and sent me to school, but that's basically all they did. Elijah is the only one who has been there for me the whole time.

I remember all the sweet memories we had as kids like the time we played a prank on those peacekeepers when I was ten and he was eight. And the time we found that secret compartment in the peacekeeper outfit building and it became our hideout.

After some silence, I finally say, "Elijah, you're all I have left. I don't want to let you go." I take another deep breath to collect my thoughts. "And it won't come down to the two of us. I'm going to die, and I've already decided that."

He butts in, "No you're n-

"You're to young to die!" I yell. By now, I'm at the verge of crying. "Just. . . . Just go to bed. Wake me up before sunrise."

"It'll be okay," Elijah says.

"No it wont," I reply.

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Well, please forgive me, but I'm kind of exhausted. You know, I've hiking around, going through shock, and my shoulder is healing from six days ago. I also kind of forget about the feast, and I have no clue what's going on when I get jolted awake by a scream.

It is sunrise right now, and I can hear the clash of weapons and splashing of water. I jump up and grab my new celestial bronze mortal steel spear and immediately go into fight.

I can see containers with gallons and gallons of water all over the place, and I can see all three other tributes fighting us off. It seems to be that they're in an alliance themselves.

"Keaton!" the boy from District 12 calls. Sadie is zooming in on him, and she has her axe drawn.

"Pierce! I'm coming!" District 9 Male calls. He's off fighting Fish with the District 5 boy. He runs and shoves me out of the way and goes and gives Sadie a nice gash in the leg with his knife, catching her off guard.

Keaton and Pierce then jump into the water and swim off, leaving their other ally behind. "Sorry to ditch you, Seth!" Keaton yells. Sadie jumps in after them, but is slower than normal because of her leg cut.

I run over to help Fish fight the District 5 boy, whom Keaton and Pierce calls Seth. He's a good fighter. He's got two long hunting knives. If they were only a couple inches longer, they could pass off as swords.

I can see in his face that he wants Fish to die. Fish tries to jab at him with his trident, but this kid is fast as lightning and dodges every move he makes. "FISH!" I yell, I catch both of them off guard and I chuck my spear at Seth.

If there really were ninjas here in Panem, then Seth is the closest you can get to one. Even though he's off guard, he manages to dodge my spear. I draw my knife and zoom in, trying to get past him to retrieve it, but it's at the edge of the island ten feet behind him.

Fish jabs at him, and he whips his trident and knocks one of Seth's knives out of his hand and into the water. Fish, Crystal and I are the only ones on the island. I have no clue where Sadie and Elijah are, but that doesn't matter.

I keep watching Fish fight him. I can't really do anything since I'm unarmed, but Fish knocks his other knife out of his hand, and Seth stumbles back. Fish is triumphant and is caught off guard, but I have just enough time to yell, "FISH!" before Seth picks up my spear and chucks it at Fish, getting him clean in the chest.

"Peace out!" he says, grabs a water bottle, one of his knives, and then runs to the water.

"CRYSTAL!" I yell. She comes over. Fish is on the ground writhing in pain. He's hyperventilating. Crystal runs over to where I am and kneels down. She sets her bow and arrow down.

"Fish," she says. I kneel down over him too.

"He- He got me good," he chokes out. He takes a deep breath. "Go. . . Go find Sadie and Elijah," He says. He chokes again and coughs up blood. He takes one last breath, and is dead. A canon goes off.

A loud cannon goes off. I take my spear out of his body knowing A, that he'd want me to have it and B, it's half celestial bronze, half mortal steel. I go over to camp and I tell Crystal, "Now that we've lost 3/5 of our group, I vote we pack up stuff we need, and go fine them."

"And . . . We hide the stuff we don't need at the cornucopia," says Crystal. "Everyone thinks that it's been stripped bare, and nobody could see anything.

Okay. We both take the huge backpacking bags and pack a sleeping bag and a coat for each of us. We take the rest of our food and water and stick it in there. We take the tent and anything else that we don't need and stick it in the Cornucopia.

Now we make the big swim back. Everybody is about ten minutes ahead of us.

"Which direction did they go?" Crystal pants when we arrive at shore.

I look back at the cornucopia and use it as a pinpoint to guess which direction they went. "I think . . . I think that they went this way."

"Are you sure?" Crystal replies. It's obvious she isn't certain.

"Ninety percent sure," I say. "Okay, take that back. Eighty-five percent sure. I think. Maybe."

We run off to find Elijah and Sadie.

^_^ So sorry for the short chapter. Now, I shall go revise it and make it longer than 800 words. Thank you, come again. (I added 600 words. Go me.)

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