Frank was so tired but didn't really want to fall asleep. He was overwhelmed. He could tell John felt the same. He was really in need of a good nights sleep, far, far away from here; as far away from here as could be.

The loudspeaker clicked on. "There will be a breakfast for all participants at 9am. I will make an announcement on the loudspeaker. You're welcome to attend."

"Trap," Frank said automatically as the loudspeaker clicked off.

"Free food," John retorted. "What's not to love?"

Frank looked at the lake. "Did you ever read hunger games? These types of events were set up as traps. There's not yet been a huge bloodbattle and I'm sure that's what he'll be pushing."

"There might be useful items there though," John said. "Free adrenaline rush too."

"True, but is it worth risking our lives for? We have most of our items here anyway..."

"We're risking our lives being sitting ducks here," John pointed out.

"True, but that's like… I don't feel comfortable, especially with Joe being so sick." Frank sighed as John finally recognized his hesitation.

"Yeah, good point." John frowned. "I'd like to go. I'm prepared for the confrontation."

"Why don't you go and I'll stay here with Frank?" James offered.

"Sounds good to me. Maybe if a guard is there I can see if they have a weapon."

"Don't die," James said.

John rolled his eyes. "I've been shot at, stabbed at, whatever. When the Big Guy wants me he can take me. If you wake up before me, wake me up."

"Frank," James said, turning to him, "I'll take first watch. That way you can be up with your brother during the day. If he wakes up I'll wake you up or take care of it."

"Thanks. Can you try and get a little water in him every now and again?" Frank asked.

"Yeah. Not a problem."

"Thanks," Frank said with a smile before he laid down next to Joe, covering himself with a jacket he'd picked up somewhere.

Dear God, please get us out of here. Soon.

The next morning, Joe awoke, feeling much better. Or at least, he assumed that it was morning until he opened his eyes and saw that it was very dark. He glanced over and saw that Frank was sleeping and that John was too. James was keeping watch.

"Hey, you're up," James said, glancing at him. "Hungry?"

"Famished."

"Been fishing," James said.

"In the dark?" Joe asked.

James paused, "Do you remember where we are?"

"Yeah. Hunger games place. Why?"

"'Cus earlier you were saying you thought Frank was with his boyfriend and something else… oh yeah, you thought we were at school."

"Oh, fuck," Joe said, knowing his brother hated to be outed. "What'd he say to that?"

"Nothing, though he seemed concerned," James responded. "I'm just happy you're not delirious."

"Me too. What else have I missed while I've been out?" Joe asked.

"Fourteen remain-" James started as the loudspeaker came on.

"Thirteen remain. Please try not to kill your own partners, boys. It's not as entertaining." With that the announcement clicked off.

"Did he seriously just ask us not to kill our own partners because it wasn't as entertaining?" Joe asked.

"Don't know who all gives a fuck still about his rules," James remarked, running a hand through his hair. "Food good?"

"Decent enough, thanks. I'll be glad to get home though."

"You and me both." James nodded, sighing a bit. "I should take your temperature so I can tell Frank I did it."

Joe grinned. "He's a bit of a tiger," he said, taking the thermometer. When it beeped, James frowned.

"Still 100, but I guess that's better." James said as he tucked it back into Frank's bag. "You should drink all the water you can. We trapped a bunch inside the containers, and boiled it, so yeah."

"Well that's good I guess," Joe said with a sigh. "Didn't even have to waste the water purifiers."

"Nope," James said with a shrug. "He's forcing people together tomorrow, supposedly. There'll be some event. John wants to go to it - Frank thinks he has a death wish. As do I."

"Yeah. Probably just wants to knock a few people off," Joe responded and groaned as he moved over and puked. "Still don't feel good."

"Well, that's normal - you have a fever,"

"Yeah, but it is still crappy, especially under this circumstance," Joe said, sighing in exhaustion.

"Agreed. At least you don't have to go far to puke - it's just right over there." James winced.

"Well, there is that," Joe admitted.

Meanwhile, somewhere unknown, at a Bloods meeting

"John has gone missing. He hasn't been back in three days. I've called all the major hospitals, checked all the jails and called everyone - no sign of him." One of the men under him was reporting to the man over John.

"Dammit. I hope he didn't piss anyone off again," another man said. This man had red hair and was nicknamed Redhead by the group. "Start a trace on his phone."

"Already done. Last place was this little area here," the man pointed on the map.

"Hmm. Who owns land by that farm?" Redhead asked before looking at the map. "Wasn't he in prison with that dude?" he said.

"Yeah."

"We need to pay him a visit," Redhead said finally, frowning.

"That's what I was thinking. Got your rifle?"

"Yup. Nobody messes with the Bloods and gets away with it."

"I have a warrant and a swat team on standby," Sam said. "I think this is too easy so i warned them that there may be traps."

"I agree. I think it's probably not the place but hopefully we can figure something out."

A/N: sorry for the short chapter; hoping the short chapter is better than none. Also, sorry, I meant to update this a few days ago but noticed today I forgot to post it! Whoops!

How do you think the forced meeting will go tomorrow? That's your challenge. Enjoy!