I won't be with you much longer, but I need you to know that the Games will carry on. I will just not be holding the reigns any longer. I'm sorry.

Katniss watched Prim and Lucas as they sat silently in the woods. Lucas was using his knife to fix up two sticks precariously and Prim was shaking. Katniss looked to the folks around her. They had all fallen asleep, all of them. They had demanded that they mentor their own kids and they were dead to the world! Anger boiled under her skin. This was ridiculous. She was sure even Haymitch hadn't fallen asleep when he was assisting her. He had no need to feel any responsibility for her, but he stayed awake.

Before she could do something rash in the cramped little room, Katniss got up and headed around the building carrying a touchscreen pad to keep track of Prim. Gale was around there somewhere doing the same. He had long since left the room annoyed with the Games completely and the parents that continued to harass Katniss. She had waited though, and she continued to wait until the snores of the parents began to get to her. Now, she was headed for the Game Maker's door to see if she was still up.

She peaked through the cracked door and the Game Maker was sitting there with her feet up and her head leaned back asleep. Part of Katniss wanted to kill her, right then, for injuring her daughter so intensely. She lowered the survival rate for Prim so low that it became an impossibility. She couldn't do that though. Katniss had to stay out of jail to watch over Prim. So she turned away from the Game Maker and moved her intention back to her touchscreen.

"Make your move now, Lucas."

Lucas handed Prim one of the sticks he had finished and told her to bite down. He was counting on most people being asleep no matter if people could review it the next day. If they could be clueless for once it would be capitol. He just needed a little confusion to go out and then he had a chance of his plan working. A silver beetle walked up to him and settled down opening up to show a stitches kit. When one walked up to Prim and showed a small amount of numbing medicine Lucas smirked. They were all asleep. Now was his time.

The knife turned in his hand and Lucas took it gingerly before pressing the blade to her arm. She seemed shocked at first, but she knew it was coming. Prim didn't fight back as he sliced open her arm. He used the tweezers from the previous injury to removed a small little ball that shone in the moonlight. That was Prim's tracker. He set the tracker carefully on a leaf he had specifically put down and then used the syringe to shoot a clear liquid into the wound on Prim's arm. She winced almost rejecting the medicine but he had a hold on her arm. Once it kicked in he used the needle and thread to sew her up. They'd have to find time to make sure these wounds stayed clean, but it would be worth it.

He started work on his own arm without telling her and was done before she started asking questions. He started to sew up his own arm when Prim began to get restless. She fidgeted in her seat and held her arm desperately as if hugging it would stop the pain. It did no such thing, but Lucas wouldn't burst that bubble for Prim. When he was done he washed away the blood with some of their water and did the same for Prim.

"Okay Prim," Lucas whispered looking around every few seconds though Prim's ears would catch anything before he saw it, "we have to go into the fight toward everyone else."

"Lucas, are you nuts?" Prim hissed. Katniss and Gale who were sitting next to each other on the ground outside the mentor room both shook their heads. Lucas wasn't crazy. He actually knew exactly what he was doing. It was like getting lost in a crowd. As long as they could start something between some other tributes they could go unnoticed. That's what they needed.

"We have to Prim, and we have to get there tonight. Come on," Lucas stood and gathered there things. He was careful with his arm and he made sure to be careful with Prim's as well. He collected their trackers slipping them into his pocket before they started sliding farther into the arena.

They moved with almost silent steps. Their weight was spread evenly never breaking the brush that laid across the rain forest floor. It took them a solid twenty minutes before they came up on a camp for two people. It looked like the remaining careers were the ones occupying the space because the only other group of two was somewhere together thinking on what to do after being kicked out of their outskirts lands like Prim and Lucas.

Lucas had Prim lay down and he carefully camouflaged her with the mud and other things around them. With her eyes closed she seemed to disappear. When Lucas did convince her she could sleep she fell into sleeps hold easily. Lucas sat against the tree still camouflaged easily with his surroundings. He waited patiently until the two came back. They settled in to sleep for the night barely speaking to each other. When they did it was about Shannon's death. It was the girl and the boy from District 7 and they had the silencer off of Shannon's gun and the gun which they had found in the woods. With Shannon's face already shown in the sky the previous night they knew it was hers.

When the silencer made it into a backpack they two simply tucked themselves and fell asleep as if there was no need to hide. They were being cocky. They didn't see any reason not to be. Who would attack the last two Careers? In every way, they felt they were completely superior over the other four in the arena. Together, they had a chance, but Lucas didn't intend on them staying together for too much longer.

Lucas pulled himself from his spot and moved into their camp. Silently, he moved the weapons around so that the boy had all the weapons in his back, but he slipped the silencer off of Shannon's gun and pocketed it. This was all they needed. Once the fight started between the two the cameras would be trained on the surviving careers.

With all the stealth he had Lucas went back to Prim and carefully pulled her back to consciousness. He moved his lips right to her ear barely breathing the words. "Let's move," as they were about to leave Lucas dropped the trackers from his pocket into the brush. Then he and Prim moved out and the cameras left them alone for the first time since they entered the arena.

Gale smiled and Katniss looked at him confused as their children disappeared off the screen. "Why are you smiling?" She demanded looking at the screen and then him. "We can't see them anymore."

"Katniss, if we can't see them no one else can." Gale tried to convince her that this was a good thing. "All those cameras in the arena are not man powered. They follow the trackers and only keep track of the tributes. There is no rogue camera magically floating through the woods." Katniss slowly started to understand and smiled along with Gale. They were gonna be fine.

Prim and Lucas settled into a tree not far from where the door Lucas had found was. Lucas sighed as Prim fell asleep with her head on his thigh. There was only so much surviving left and they were slowly getting closer to it. They just had to get the door to open and then they could disappear into the innards of the arena. The question now was only how they would get that to happen.

In the capitol President Markkus was watching the morning wake up. His favorites form District 7 were fighting over the stealing of weapons and the cameras kept switching between each of them. The girl rolled her eyes at him and then grabbed her back along with her knives before heading off into the woods. She didn't care for her steps or how noisy they were. She had nothing to hide. Hah, who was coming near her? She had knives that she could throw and most likely make her mark.

Out of nowhere someone grabbed her arms and she was forced to her knees almost immediately. Her knees slid hard against the dirt as she turned to face to the right of her original path. A boy walked towards her and he threw a knife at her getting her in the heart. Markkus cursed knowing there was no surviving that. His Careers were dying! He had given all of them the weapons they wanted and extra food hidden in the arena tactfully for them to find. They hadn't finished off either of the two he had sent them in there after.

The cannon fired on the screen and the boy from District 7 turned toward where his counterpart had vanished. "Emma?" He shouted. When there was no answer he backed up a few steps. There was a sound of rustling off to the side and he took off without a second thought. He convinced himself Emma wasn't hunting him for the fun of it because now Owen was on his own. He ran and ran until he was sure no one was following him. As he scaled his way up into a tree he listened for anyone following him. Nothing. Owen sat down and loaded his bow aiming down at the base of tree because anyone who would want to get him would have to get closer to him and he would take them down by then.

Back where Emma had been taken down Linus was collecting the throwing knives from the body. "Linus, how many are left?" Odessa wondered as she wiped off the the splattered blood from the girl.

"Us, Owen Rhiner, Primrose Mellark, and Lucas Hawthorne," he answered quietly as they started away from the body. When they were the measured distance away they whipped around and Linus threw a knife at the bike that had capture the body. It swerved like it had been knocked askew but then it fixed its course and carried on through the door. "No one on the bikes," he noted as he went back to get his knife and then rejoin Odessa.

"So we only have three more to go?" Odessa wondered as she started to pop her fingers as they went. Linus laid his hand over hers to stop her shaking his head. "It's a nervous habit," was as far as her apology went.

"Don't be nervous. Three more is just like the rest of them." Linus tried to assure her that everything would be find. They had already gone in there with so much on their side. Odessa and Linus had met at the Peace Keepers Training A (PKTA) and she had been a hand to hand combat instructor and he had been a student. Both of their parents had been apart of the rebellion and they had helped each other out. Even though she wasn't a Peace Keeper, she could've been. They were both highly trained and together as a pair their kill list was fifteen long. "We've got this." The two high-fived and then headed out into the woods to search for Prim and Lucas along with Owen the last surviving career.

Markkus called down to the Game Maker's room and talked to her on the phone: "Where are Prim and Lucas?" Markkus demanded as he glared at the screen wishing the TV would catch fire.

"I'll find them, give me a minute," she said it completely relaxed though the truth was she had just woken up and couldn't see them on all the screens in the control room. She flipped through the different views and at all the cameras. She even checked the overhead camera that they used to show the whole arena in the morning. She used the birds eyes to look over the arena in its entirety, but they were nowhere to be found. "President Markkus," she said as she took him off hold, "I can't see them anywhere."

"You lost tributes in the arena!" He screamed into the phone and then took a deep breath pinching the bridge of his nose. "You have half and hour to find all of them and report to me where they are, Iris."

He slams down the phone and she immediately goes to work. She check all the cameras again and again and then sends out a small beetle of her own that blends in with the rest of the wild life. The only issue with the tactic was she only had thirty minutes. These kids were smart and they aren't going to get caught, Iris decides. So she hit the button on her controller that destroys the rogue beetle and at the twenty nine minute mark she kneels on the ground putting her hands behind her head and prepares herself.

The Peace Keepers push into the room and grab her. They cuff her wrist behind her back and lead her out of the room to meet Markkus face to face in the hallway. He tells her about her sentence. Iris has failed the country of Panem and therefore failed its people. She has lost tributes in the arena and will be setenced to sit in a holding cell there below the arena until the Hunger Games are over. Then her arrest will be announced. Just like that it becomes well known around the arena and among its mentors that two tributes have disappeared from the Hunger Games without dying.

Hello citizens, I have the reigns. I am the new Game Maker as of now. Thank you for joining me in the Games. I'm sure we'll find our Tributes. You will see tomorrow.

Superiorly yours,

President Markkus