Hush Owens' POV-D3

I was hidden in the water section of the arena, hiding, waiting. I needed him to come to me. I wasn't sure if I was after Merritt, or that other boy. I hoped it wasn't Merritt.

I sat for what seemed like hours. The sun set, and I got up, working the blood back into my legs. I felt my way into a tree, and settled down for the night. I closed my eyes, but I found them flying back open every second. I was too nervous. Knowing how close I was to home, was ripping me apart from the inside. I could not stand to know there was an enemy in the woods, and he wasn't just battling 23 other kids. He was hunting one.

I started to shake, even though the air was very humid. I tried to push it with my bracelet, but it was heavier than before, and it made my hand quiver even harder. I stopped trying, suddenly very tired. I leaned against the tree trunk, and my breathing slowed. My eyes soon fluttered closed.

I woke up in the earlier hours of the evening. I climbed out of the tree, and walked, holding my arms, to the water. Suddenly the water began to shake, and bubbles started to appear. I stared looking confused at the sight. I leaned a little closer, but got blown backward when a pillar of water shot up a few inches from my face.

I hit a tree, and my mind went fuzzy. I thought I saw the water float in the air and turn into some kind of…dragon?

It lunged for me, I flopped my weight out of the way, like a fish out of water. I clambered to my feet, and began to run. I tripped over a root, and scraped my elbow, and chin. I felt a few drops of blood trickle down my arm, and I stopped momentarily to check it.

The wall of water suddenly appeared through the tree. I momentarily think, my supplies, it was in the tree. I decided I needed to focus on staying alive. I ran across the field, and into the woods were I knew he was. As soon, as I saw the water demon recede, I couldn't help but let out a gasp in relief. Then I ran to the side, I did not want to be in the same biome section as my only enemy.

The sun was begging to rise now, and I felt so tired. I fell over from exhaustion twice. I just stayed on the ground for awhile after that. I only got up when the anthem began. I was desperate to know who was after me. Merritt. His face appeared, and I nearly cried. He was my last piece of home, and now he was gone. I needed to not mourn him though.

I couldn't afford weakness this late in the game. That large boy was from district 9; the hunting district. He was a natural tracker, and I knew by know he had weapons. All I had was my vest. Everything else was back in the tree. If I left the forest I would probably drown. The only way to go was forward. I found a dry branch, caught in a dead tree. I smashed it on a tree to make it sharp. Every impact made a louder souns than the last, and it scared the hell out of me.

I wanted to cry, and sleep, and scream all at once. I couldn't take the pressure of waiting for him to come find me. I needed to start fighting in these games. I only killed one other person; that boy, Mica. I stabbed him with Cin's wire cutters. That viscous girl from 1 actually ended his life though.

I began at a steady jog into the woods.

Kameron Hunt's POV-D9

I was in the arena with a young teenager, that I was expected to kill. I was so close to them now. I kept looking up to see Tamia standing a few feet away. I would run to her, only to see her float back more. Sometimes I felt hopeless, like the little girl was going to go through me easily.

I'd been walking forward again, out of the woods. I knew she wasn't in here. There were no tracks. I love this magical snow. It makes tracking people so much easier. Bam! My head begins to pound as I realize what I just thought. I thought of tracking people instead of animals. What was I becoming!

I shook my head, and picked up my pace. The sun cam up, and I knew something big was coming soon. The audience would be betting on us for awhile, but that would soon get old. Nothing has happened since I shot that boy yesterday afternoon. We had a day if we were lucky before they forced us together.

I got up, and snacked on some Ottoma berries. They're small and orange. They are only found at the top of very tall trees. We have them back home, but they aren't me favorite. Then again, neither is being thrown into nature to die.

Suddenly, I was in the clearing I killed the boy in yesterday after noon. His blood stained a tree, but the snow showed no sign of struggle or blood. I looked around at all the vines he strung. After about 20minutes, I decided this was a trap. He set it. It was now my greatest weapon. I tried to start a fire, but it just didn't work for me. I tried and still it didn't happen.

I began to yell, as if I was wounded, hoping she would think I was, and come to finish me off. When my throat began to ache, I was forced to stop. I circled around the trap, and soon found human footprints, much smaller than my own. I followed them, and I caught a glimpse of her running.

I began to shoot arrows at her; trying to drive her into the trap. Eventually, when I had only 3 arrows left, I heard a thud, and a fall. I was confused when she didn't scream, I know I would if someone shot me.

Then her name came to mind; Hush. She was the girl who could not speak.

I found her lying in the snow, the arrow was splinted into her ankle. She was panting, and squirming trying to push it through. I simply held my breath, walked up to her, snatched her off the grass. She felt so small, and fragile. I dropped her into the boy's trap, and turned to go.

I found, however, that I could not get out. The vines were moving as if they were alive. Loops found their way over her limbs, I glanced at her in time to see her fling her head back into one. She began to make gasping sounds. It was strange to hear any sound from her at all. The loops, began to entangle me, as I tried to escape. I tried to hold still, but my muscles were spassmin from blood loss. I glanced back at her then wished I hadn't. She was purple, she looked dead. A loop caught my neck, and I head the best thing ever…

Boom!

The plant disintegrated, as did the snow, and daisies sprang up. I let my breath out and only narrowly avoided falling over.

I'd done it…

I'd won the Hunger Games.

And that's it. Kameron won. He gets to go home to his fiancé and baby girl. There will be one more chapter, his final interview. Does anyone think I should put up a poll for her name? Any name suggestions? I will be writing when she's born as the first chapter of the 40th hunger games. Thanks for reading! Review! (this wasn't edited by the way)