I swear it hasn't been two years since I posted an update. If you go to school in the UK, you'll understand the GCSE and Alevel system, which I had to study really well for. Luckily they're all over! I also recently got back in touch with my twilight loving self and felt kind of bad for leaving this story unfinished. It isn't an amazing story or anything, but I know I enjoyed writing it and living the world of it, even though I don't convey it so well! Anyway if anyone still reads this, welcome back!

Esme's POV

The canon sounded.

I took off at a sprint. I would regret it later, but I had completely forgotten about little Edward. He was so young, I should have looked out for him from the moment that clock hit zero. I was too selfish to care in that moment. I sprinted straight for my saviour - that bow and arrow, glinting in the sunlight. It felt like decades before I finally reached the entranc e of the cornucopia. I heard nothing. Looking around, surveying the area as I grabbed my precious bow, I saw their mouths open in cries of pain. The mouths of the other tributes. Faces contorted in a grimace of pain, the last feeling they'd ever have before they were silenced for ever. I saw a glint of blond and whipped around, fully armed, in time to see Carlisle dragging a blade across the throat of a young boy.

I ran.

I knew he couldn't be trusted. I was foolishly proud for never having trusted him. I was afraid for Edward, who had wanted him for an ally at the start. That foolish, unsuspecting little-

Edward.

I had made it half way through the water. I had dodged half of the blood shed and now I found myself running back towards that bloodbath of a war, that spectacle that the people of the capitol were enjoying so much. I would not give them the satisfaction of watching me die.

I hadn't bothered to learn all their names. If they attacked, I killed. The girl from 4, Renee. A boy from 6 who swung at me with an axe, Emmett. I searched for Edward. Too many bodies, too much blood. Carlisle was gone. So was Lexia, the girl from his district, and the rest of the careers. My heart sped up in fear, my stomach clenching. I was still looking for Edward. My heart told me not to leave without him. My head told me to run. Heart verses head. Heart verses head.

I was still arguing myself when the claw arm came around my neck. Haymitch Abernathy. Only one boy would wear a wristband with his name on it. I had met him briefly. Hated him straight away. None of that mattered now, he was trying to kill me. Do something! I was clawing at his arm, but I couldn't breathe...couldn't focus...

And then it stopped. Haymitch dropped down behind me dead, releasing my neck. I assumed the position of defence, but dropped it when I saw who was standing in front of me. "Edward!" I all but screeched, throwing my arms around him. "Where the hell were you, I've been looking everywhere, I -" I froze as I saw the career pack emerge from the tree line. Coming back to see what was left. Surverying the area around me, I realised how long I had been stuck there, how long I had been dying for. Everyone was dead or gone.

There was no time to waste. I grabbed Edward and threw him over my shoulder, holding fast to the bow in my other hand. Don't look back, run. Run. Run. I heard Edward's cry of pain as I broke the tree line. Felt the hot liquid that could only be blood, dripping down the back of my legs. I couldn't stop. I reassured him with loud whispers. I was finding it hard to breathe. I still didn't stop. I didn't stop until I no longer felt the presence of the pack behind me.

When we finally stopped, I dropped to the ground, sweating. My thoughts flipped to Edward. "Ed-Edwa...Edward..." I panted. I flipped him over. Blood seeped through his shirt which was plastered to his tiny little chest. What would Tiberius be thinking now? How selfish I was? He had always known I was heartless, and I had just proven that. And little Edward's family; they would be watching too. What would they think? What would her own mother think? She was lying here with a boy who was bleeding out, and it was all her fault. She should never have left him. She would never have had to come back and he would never have saved her and he wouldn't be like this.

She didn't know what to do. She had all but given up hope when there was a rustle in the trees, and he appeared. That low life, child-murdering son of a bitch!

She launched herself toward him but he caught her, pushing her to the floor and holding her there. She couldn't hear him over her own voice, screaming at him. "Let me up Carlisle! I swear to God I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" He was saying my name, but I didn't care. Not until he put his hand over my mouth, looked straight into my eyes, and said "I can save him."

Well? Anyone still here? It's been forever since I wrote something like this, I hope it turned out okay! Anyone still with me then? Leave a review of what you thought! I'm determined to finish this, though I know my chapter's aren't extremely long. Until next time!