OK, people, here's the situation. My friend and I have finished this entire story, and it is really long. I mean, more than eighty pages. So unless someone shows (by commenting) that they are actually reading this story, this chapter will be the last.

Holly

I was woken up by Dylan shoving me on the floor. I hit the ground and jumped up. She and Natalie just smiled at me, the fury growing in me.

"What the hell?" I shouted, brushing myself off with vigorous motions.

"McGonagal's orders!" they shouted at me. Then they scrambled for the door and bolted down to the Common Room. Smart of them, I was pissed. I looked out of the window. The sun was just rising! Ugh! I tried to control myself and get ready. I slipped on some black leggings, over that I pulled on a long burgundy tee shirt. Last I slipped on my long gray gloves that went up to the middle of my forearm. I tied my hair in a high ponytail and slipped on my black Converse Chuck All Star Lows. I got them for my birthday when I was in America awhile back. I loved the leathery look they had about them. I focused on the task at hand. Working on skills. Then the scores are broadcast and the sponsors are registered. Then we train the next day, and more sponsors tend to be registered. Then, the next day, we are released to what we hope won't be our deaths.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I looked in the mirror and thought, "What if I never saw the girls again? What if I never saw Seamus or Ron or George," my breath caught in my throat when I thought, "Or Fred."

"Shut up Holly! Think like that and it'll come true! Fight, stay alive, win." I mentally shouted at myself. I looked at myself and smiled. It unnerved even me, the owner of it. It was odd, unlike me, full of blood lust.

"You're not one to kill." I started to argue with myself.

"But if you're threatened," I trailed off, fighting myself. A huge part of me screamed, "YOU WILL COME OUT OF THERE! ALIVE! BREATHING AND ROSE AT YOUR SIDE!" I looked at my reflection. It was slightly sweaty, shaken, but confident. I had made up my mind. I would kill, and endlessly if need be. Hell this game has made me a blood thirsty beast. But it could come in handy.

I walked down stairs and laughed as I saw Natalie and Dylan peek over the side of one of the couches. I smiled as I crept over behind them, thankfully they hadn't spotted me yet. God knows how they hadn't. But I took the opportunity at hand. I loomed over them and whispered with a unnerving accent, "Whatcha looking at?" They jumped and spun around. Dylan threw a punch in my direction. I dodged and clucked my tongue.

"Had a rough morning, wifey?" I asked with a smile. She just glared at me. Natalie burst out laughing and fell on the couch, chocking out fits of laughs. She stuck her tongue out at us both and we beamed back.

"I gotta go to the 'training grounds'." I rolled my eyes at the term. What I really meant was foreshadowing of our outcome in the games. The difference between being the dried blood on another player's hand or having your blood run through your own body, keeping you alive. I really tend to be a morbid thinker when it comes to this type of thing.

"I'm off to the races!" I yelled behind my back as I bolted out the door. I reached the courtyard where Creevy and McGongal were waiting for me. McGonagal opened her mouth to protest something, probably that I was late, but quickly shut her mouth. She slightly reminds me of a bird. I laughed slightly and her eyes honed in on me. I immediately stopped and fell quiet. She explained that we would be going to a room that turns into anything we thought of. Collin seemed excited but I knew that it'd be some sort of training.

We went up to the Room of Requirement, as McGonagal called it and McGonagal paced thrice by the door. She pushed the door open and I could hold in my excitement. Inside a room of knives, other weapons, sand bags strung to be used as body doubles for people at our disposal.

"This should be fun." I told myself while a smile spread across my face.

"You are the first two tributes here, so you have everything at your disposal. The other houses will be joining us soon. I must advise you not to show your best skills in front of the others. Good luck." McGonagal said.

"As if we'd be stupid enough to give away our strengths." I thought. I thought of some of the tributes.

"Well, the ones who'll survive the longest. But knowing

Crabbe, he'll go to the body doubles and weights." I thought. Thank god Rose and I are smarter.