A/N: Well, chapter 6 is already here, and the end is drawing near. Hopefully I'll be able to wrap this up without making it sound cliché, since I really want this to be a decent story. Also, thanks a ton from Gibbo for the review, and I hope you enjoy! WARNING: Kinda sad part. Depends on how you define sad.

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I yawned, stretching out my arms, and took in the new landscape before me. At first, I wasn't quite sure what it was meant to be, but I came to the conclusion that today was meant to be more of an example to the districts than to the tributes, as the area had become a city in ruin, most likely District 4 or 5, although it could be any generic city, as concrete barriers were everywhere, and few police barricades were haphazardly spread across the street in front of me. I stood up from my lean in a crater in a wall, and noticed Tooth, whose feathers had morphed into a steely grey color overnight, sleeping on his side a few feet away.

The sky was incredibly overcast, but the sun's faith glow through the clouds told me that it was roughly 9:30 am, Arena time. My entire sleeping schedule is going to be off for days, assuming I manage to leave this place. Assuming I survive until the end. Assuming I survive the day. Fortunately, I hadn't encountered any hostiles since the gunman and Colin, which was two or three days ago, and I figured that the only way to get out was to e the last one standing, which meant I had to kill people. The most humane and efficient way, I reminded myself, was how I was going to do it. With food in my stomach from last night and whatever I could try and preserve in my bag, Tooth and I set out into the lost city.

I could only imagine my odds went up with the befriending of the mutt, although I had no idea how he'd preform in combat, simply his presence was likely to be enough to ward off anyone who sees me first. With that bit of assurance, we continued on, eventually encountering an apparently sound building roughly 10 stories high. I slid my pistol out of its holster and clicked off the safety before quietly opening the door. I stopped in the lobby, listening for any sounds that could warrant danger, and, I heard something. At first, I thought it was some sort of broken plumbing or air conditioner, but I quickly debunked both those as I could see a figure curled up in a ball rocking back and forth ahead of the front desk to what I could only assume was a hotel. Tooth frilled up his feathers and made a low growling noise, and I almost let him attack, but I put my arm in front of him, calming the mutt, and approached the person.

"Hey," I whispered, "you alright there?" as the eyes of a girl I couldn't believe was old enough to be reaped raised up to meet mine. She was small, I would guess she stood less than five feet, and had pale skin, a soft, tear-streamed face, and curly red hair. He clothes were ripped and frayed in innumerable places, and she looked as if she hadn't slept, or eaten, in days.

"P-please," she softly answered, "End it. I c-can't take it anymore, j-just, end it." I wasn't sure what to do, to be honest, and caught in the moment, I reluctantly handed her my handgun.

"Thank you, and, keep this for me." She said as she revealed a steel butterfly knife from one of her pockets, and placed it in my hand. "I hope you win…" she smiled with teary eyes at me, before pulling the trigger on her head. A cannon boomed in the distance, marking the girl's death, and leaving 6 other people in this godforsaken arena. With tears in my eyes, I took the pistol from her limp hand and put it in its sling. I wordlessly made my way across the room to the wide spiral staircase, and walked up to the top floor, Tooth, quietly, following in tow. I reached the eleventh floor and opened the door to the nearest room, before leaning my rifle out the window and looking for any targets to put out of their misery. Quickly. Painlessly. I couldn't see through the scope, my eyes still filled with tears of mourning for the girl I'd just witnessed suicide. She's happier now, I reminded myself, but the more I thought about it, the more unfocused and unsteady I became. I gave up, setting my rifle down and sitting on the bed of the hotel room. I took the butterfly knife out of my pocket, and attempted to do a trick I'd seen someone in the training center doing, to no avail. I tried again, failing once again, and cutting my knuckle. I threw the knife on the bed.

What had I just done? Let her kill herself?! I could've helped her, she could've made it. Sure, she's happier now, but what about her family? Friends? People who depended on her, who put faith in her, who-

Faith.

I couldn't stop now, there were people who had faith in me. My friends, my family, who need me to win. Someone that pale had to be from a place like 1. A place that didn't need anything. Yes, a father and mother just lost their daughter, maybe their family name, but it was more humiliating than sad for them. A career giving up and breaking under the pressure? They didn't care if she won or not, but they wanted her to go down in a blaze of glory. I could hear the Capitol ship flying above the building, no doubt beaming up the body or whatever they did these days.

The arena sun was setting, and I was exhausted. Seven of us left, I reassured myself. Surely all seven of us were going to die, six by each other and the last by fame. There was no escape, was there? Who cares who wins? The only things at stake anymore district pride. The Anthem blared outside, and I could see the toll in the sky.

Lilly Chase, District 2 Female. Killed by: Assisted Suicide.

The other was the boy from 8. I sighed, rolling over, and fell asleep under the warmth of a good blanket for the first time in days.

A/N: I just realized that I never posted this. It's literally been sitting in my Drafts folder 95% done until now. I'm sorry for the huge delay, but I can say another update will be out the weekend after next, since I'll be in Florida next weekend (woo!) I also started an ARK story, also featuring May, so check that out too if you want!