Please don't kill me for the previous chapter. . . (Wait a minute, if they're gonna kill me for that then what about . . . *gulps*)

I PRETTY PROMISE! I HAVE/HAD TO DO THIS TO MAKE IT WORK OUT :D

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(O_O So many inside jokes in that disclaimer. Sorry. It's 10:30 at night and this is when I become weird.)

Elise

I wake up screaming. I wake up to a canon. I wake up to havoc. I wake up to having to deal with demigod dreams that have happened.

"What?" Crystal yells over to me. "Geez! You almost made me fall out of my tree here!" she says.

"I had this dream. . . and then this cannon went off and Elijah died," I say. I try to calm myself down because hyperventilating like a maniac isn't a very good idea.

"Wait, what happened?" Crystal asks.

"Oh my gods. . son, Sadie kissed Elijah!" I scream out, remembering that detail of my dream.

"Wait a minute, what happened in your dream?" Crystal asks. "And also, while you're at it, please elaborate why Sadie kissed him."

Just then, another cannon goes off. I can feel my face tighten up. Calm down, Elise. It's okay! Chill out.

I start my story for Crystal.

"Well, Sadie and Elijah were sleeping on the shores of the beach," I start.

"The beach?" Crystal asks. "This dream you're having definitely isn't true. They wouldn't dare cross the desert and the snowy mountains in T-Shirts."

"Let me continue!" I say. "So, Elijah wakes up, and then looks down at Sadie. She then wakes up, and then they talk about injuries and then Elijah comforts Sadie because Fish died. Behind them, about 20 yards, I can see Keaton, the guy from District 9 and the guy from District 12. Keaton, or whoever he is, aims his knife, and just as Sadie kisses him, the knife enters his back. He drops down dead. Then I am awakened by the cannon."

"That's really . . . detailed," Crystal says.

"Most of my dreams are," I say.

"Me too. They have a tendency of sometimes being somewhat real," she says.

"Yeah," I say. There is a mildly awkward silence.

"Come on. Let's get some lunch," Crystal says.

"I don't know about you," I say, "But it feels like two in the afternoon."

"Yeah," says Crystal, who looks up at the sun. "It looks like it."

"Let's get some lunch," I say.

"Then maybe we can go find Sadie and Elijah and maybe get those two other tributes knocked out of the way," Crystal says.

"Okay," I say. We both get out of our sleeping bags and pack them into our bags and climb down the trees that we're in. "What's for lunch?" I ask Crystal, who is rummaging through our bag of food. Who cares about lunch? YOUR BROTHER JUST DIED! says a voice in my head. I choke back a scream. Oh, are you kidding me? It was just a dream. Calm down. The other part of my brain tries to convince me otherwise.

"I guess we'll have bread and water," Crystal says and shrugs. She takes out a loaf of bread and tears it in half and takes out two containers of water. She gives half the bread and a water bottle to me.

We munch silently on the bread and drink the water. "Come on," says Crystal. "Let's go find your little brother and Sadie. I'm sure they're fine."

"But what if they're not?" I ask. If she's right and Keaton and Pierce magically finished each other off, then I should take her out now when she's least expecting it I think.

Oh, who are you kidding, Elise? Just wait until tonight when they show the anthem and the deaths. Just hope for the best and pray they're still alive. Or at least Elijah. "Where should we start looking?" I ask Crystal.

"Well, let's search every inch of these woods," she says.

After doing a bit of estimating and calculations, I say, "But Crystal, that's about nine and a half miles to cover," I say.

"So what? We have all day. We should build a large fire so we always know where camp is. We should pack up our stuff and stick it high in a tree so if anyone stumbles upon our camp, they just see a fire and they don't get our stuff," she suggests.

I don't have any other ideas right now, so I agree. "Fine," I say. "Good with me."

I start packing up our stuff while Crystal starts making a fire. Apparently she spent some quality time at the fire-making station at the training center, because by the time I'm done lugging our two packs of stuff to the top of a tree and finish tying it, she's almost done making the fire catch.

"Just. . . give it a few more seconds," she says, and finishes blowing on the fire. A few moments later, the fire catches, and she steps back. The fire is nice and crackly and hopefully will keep going the whole time we're searching.

"Come on, Elise. Let's get going," says Crystal, who starts heading off in some random direction. "Hopefully they remember the first rule about being lost: You stay where you are and you never move," she says. I run quickly to catch up to her.

The next three hours consist of me calling "ELIJAH! SADIE!" about ten thousand times. Crystal and I take a while and take a real good search.

"Aren't the two other boys going to hear us if we're yelling this loud?" I ask.

"Ah, who cares? We've got weapons and we're ready to kill," she says. Ready to kill? Oops. Forgot. You're supposed to be a killing machine. I think.

We eventually make way around the circular part of the arena that's wooded. "They're too smart to hide in the meadow and they would've gone so much farther," Crystal says. We're back at camp and sitting down next to our fire.

"Then maybe my dream is true," I say.

"That's nonsense. Dreams only come true in fairytales," Crystal says. I stare at the fire and think What have I done? Letting Elijah get out of my sight and now he gets killed?

"CRYSTAL! ELISE!" I whip my head around to see a beaten up and tired Sadie running towards us, with Keaton and Pierce 40 yards behind her. "Quick!" She says. "Scale a tree!"

I am quick to respond.

It's just that, I forget my spear and my hunting knives at the bottom of the tree I'm in.

Get ready for some really tense chapters ^_^