Hi! I'd like to apologize for the wait. I've been with my best friend since Sunday. She's still here, but its past midnight and she's now asleep. She turned on Sesame Street, but I'm too busy writing to care. Anyways, I'm really sorry. Also, I'm spending this weekend with my bestie at my other friend's lake house.

Also, this is a fluffy chapter, but there still are deaths.

Disclaimer: I'm a 14 year old girl. What do you think?

Sebastian's POV

The three of us continued to walk to the park. All of us were quiet, unwilling to talk. We were pretty tired and annoyed with the games. If it wasn't for Santana, I probably would have killed myself already. I hated this place. I didn't want to get out of these games. They were terrible. My hand found Santana's. I loved her more than anyone or anything else. I had to keep going in these games because I knew when I died, she's die soon after.

"I love you," I said. I had to put it out there.

"I love you too," she whispered. Sugar was walking in front of us, lost in her own little world. The girl was going to get herself killed if she wasn't more careful. We soon found ourselves in the park and near some trees. I didn't want to risk being in the open and all of us needed a good night's sleep. Thankfully we had plenty of rope to tie ourselves to the trees. Sugar quickly shimmies up one tree, and Santana and I climb up to trees right next to each other to branches that are at the same high and are touching each other. I tie myself to my tree and she does the same to her tree, and we are left facing each other, staring into each other's eyes.

"Can we just forget where we are for tonight?" I ask.

"Sure," she says, "let's just pretend we are two people from the same district who are in love and will hopefully get married someday and live happily ever after.

"Sounds good to me," I say. There is no harm in pretending, right?

"Well, the stars look beautiful tonight," she says. It was twilight, and the sky was perfect. If we were close enough, I would have lent in and kissed him.

"They sure do," I say, looking up, "I wonder which ones the other tributes are."

"Probably the really bright ones," she said, "will you sing to me?"

"What do you want me to sing?" I ask.

"Anything," she said. I just started pulling random songs out of my head until I knew she was asleep, and I closed my eyes and let the blackness take over me.

I was awoken the next morning to the sound of an explosion and then the too familiar sound of a cannon. I looked for Sugar, but she was gone from her tree. I untied myself and carefully move closer to Santana and shook her awake.

"What's up?" she asked groggily.

"I heard an explosion and a cannon, plus Sugar's missing," I said. She shot up into a sitting position.

"This is bad," she said, "What if it's Sugar?"

"We need to figure that out," I say. Santana unties herself and we climb down our trees.

"If it wasn't her, she can't be far," Santana said, once we reached ground level. We walked quickly to where I thought the explosion was, only to find the worst. It had been Sugar, and now her body was in pieces as if she'd been shot out of a cannon. Santana tried to move closer to the girl's body pieces, but I stopped her. Someone had to have planted that explosive and there were probably more around, but God only knows where. I couldn't risk it. Santana lost it at that moment, and she started crying against my shoulder. I wrapped in a hug.

"I want to go home," she said repeatedly while she was crying. I moved my hand up and down her back to comfort her. Reality had just set in for both of us: neither of us was going to win.

After I had calmed her down, we sat on the ground. The helicopter had picked up the pieces of Sugar's body and had left. I thought I heard a laugh, so I looked up and saw puck standing across the field.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" he called.

"I could ask you the same question," I called back.

"This is our territory," he called, "by the way, how did you like my land mines?"

"That was you?" Santana asked anger in her voice.

"Yep," he said, "how about you two do yourselves a favor and blow up too."

"You asshole," Santana said, standing up. She looked at the field I watched in horror as she started an attempt to cross it, but I figured out she had a strategy. You could tell, not very well, buy you could tell where the land had been dug up and the mines planted. When she crossed over, she approached Puck. The mohawked boy shot arrows at her, but he was no good with a blow. She reached him, knocked it out of his hands, and took his head and twisted it. He fell to the ground and his cannon sounded. She picked up the limp body a few inches off the ground and tossed it into the mine fields. It blew up, leaving him in worse shape than Sugar had bee. She quickly crossed back over to my side and took my hand and we silently walked from the park.

Jess' POV

After watching the whole explosion incident, I started crying on the couch. My big brother came in and sat next to me.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"You know what's wrong, Josh," I say.

"Look, little sister, these are the hunger Games. There is only one winner. We need for it to be Santana. I order for that to happen, other kids will die."

"I know" I say, "It's just sad watching the kids get killed off one by one. I mean, that Sugar girl got brown into a million pieces."

"Jess, the games get like that, you know that as well as I do. It's not going to be pretty. The goal is to win, and some people do whatever they can to win."

"Don't you think explosions are a little far?" I sniffle.

"Yes, I totally agree," he said, "these games are wrong."

"I wish they didn't exist," I said.

"Well, maybe someday people will get tired of it and rise up, but until then, we just have to hope that Santana is our winner."

"Thanks, Josh," I say, "you always know what to say."

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