Hello people. I'm sorry for all the chapter gaps, and I will try to upload every day this week, but no promises. Anyways, this chapter is sad. I mean SAD. I don't want to write this chapter, but the Games and the story must go on. Anyways, you might want a tissue box beside you.

Disclaimer: Only my OC's are mine. I don't own anything else.

Darren the Gamemaker's POV

I watched as Ryan, my boss, walked out of his office.

"Darren," he called, "I need to see you."

"Yes sir," I say, leaving my spot and climbing the stairs to his office and walking in.

"Have a seat," he says from behind his desk. I take the spot opposite him. "I assume you know why you are here."

"No," I tell him.

"It's those two gay kids. They are ruining the games and polluting people's minds into thinking that it's alright."

"What do I have to do with this, sir?" I ask, shakily.

"You are my assistant head Gamemaker. I want you to create mutts and put them into the games," he says.

"Why?" I ask.

"To kill one of them. The other will fall into a depression after that and become an easy target," he explained.

"I thought we weren't supposed to mess with the Games," I said.

"We are Gamemakers. It's our job to make them interesting," he said, "now go."

"Alright," I say, leaving his office. I walk over to my station, and start creating the Mutts. I figured I do wolves, but I knew I couldn't put them near Kurt and Blaine. I just couldn't kill them. Maybe I could put them into the center? Anyways, I continued with my design, and once I finished, I told Ryan.

"I'll be down in a second," he said. He came out of his office and walks to my station. I show him my creation. They are basically just silver wolves designed to kill, but thy only go after those who fight back, and hopefully the boys wouldn't do that.

Jess' POV

I spent the next day locked in my room, crying. I didn't care about the games anymore. Matt had done something he shouldn't have, and now he was going to die. I stayed in a ball, crying. I heard a knock on the door, followed by my brother's voice.

"Jess, can you please let me in?" he asked, "I just want to talk."

"Go away, Josh," I call.

"Please, Jess?" he asked, "just a couple minutes. You need to eat. I brought food."

"Fine," I say, moving towards my door, "a couple minutes." I unlock my door and he's got a plate with a Belgian waffle on it with butter and syrup and a cup of chocolate milk in the other hand. My brother knows me well. Belgian waffles are my comfort food, and I love the ones he makes. He does it just right. He sets them down on my bed side table, and I sit on my bed, and take the plate and begin to eat my waffle.

"Hi," he says.

"Hi," I reply.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked. I put my plate back onto my table and looked at him.

"Not really, but you aren't going to leave until we do," I say.

"You know me so well," he says.

"It's just hard," I say, "my best friend took my place in the games and it's bad enough knowing I may never see her again, but now Matt too? I told him not to do anything stupid." I felt tears in the corners of my eyes. I didn't want them to fall, but I knew my bother wouldn't care.

"Don't worry about Santana," he said, "she's going to win this thing. As for Matt, he should have listened to you, but people can do stupid things when they are mad."

"I know, but I feel like everything is my fault," I say.

"It isn't," Josh replies, "it's not your fault you got reaped, nor is it your fault that Santana volunteered for you. Friends do that. It's not your fault that Matt did something he knew that there were consequences for, but he did it anyways. You don't have control over what people do." Listening to my brother's words, I started to feel better.

"Thanks," I say, "I feel better now."

"Come on, give me a hug," he said, standing up. I stood up too, and wrapped my arms around him. He's taller than me, so he lightly kissed the top of my head.

"Thanks," I say, "I still want to be alone though."

"Alright," he says, exiting my room. I lock the door behind him and finish my waffle quietly.

Kurt's POV

I woke up in the morning, sunlight streaming through the window. We had chosen a church to sleep in, as we had both been really tired and we figured we could make a somewhat comfy bed if we pushed the pews together. Blaine's arm was wrapped around my waist, pulling us really close together. I didn't want to move because I might wake him. Instead, I just stared at him. We had slept facing each other. Blaine was just absolutely perfect. His curly hair was fluffy and adorable, and it was soft. I loved to run my fingers through it. His hazel eyes always showed what he was feeling even if he wasn't physically showing it. He was so perfectly imperfect. I loved him so much. I didn't want to lose him. I just wanted out of these games and to be on his bed, asleep like we were while we were watching the movie. I let a few tears fall. Suddenly, I heard a familiar blast. It woke up Blaine, and he shot up to a sitting position. He looked over at me and sighed in relief.

"Who do you think it is?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," I say, "I'm glad it isn't us."

"I love you," he says.

"I love you too," I reply. He leans in and kisses me. I deepen the kiss and rock my fingers in his hair. This only lasts about a minute or two, because there is another blast, along with a howling sound.

"We should stay in here a bit," he says, "I think they have a mutt or two loose."

"This isn't good," I say, "They want these games over."

"There are still five of us," he says.

"True," I say, "but there were four in the movie."

"Next they are going to start to force us towards each other," he says.

"Let's not think about that," I say, "I want today to be just you and I." he raises an eyebrow.

"In here?" he asks, "Is that a good idea." I hit him.

"Not that," I say, "unless you want to, I mean, we may never get the chance again."

"May I suggest the kitchen?" he asked, "there are no windows."

"Let's go," I say. I take his hand, and we move to the room, hoping no one will find us.

Santana's POV

Ten minutes earlier

I woke up next to Sebastian to a growling noise. I shake him.

"What?" he says, half asleep.

"Come on, we need to get up and eat," I say, "We have to keep moving."

"Fine," he says, "but why can't we stay here?" We had found ourselves a place called the Rescue Mission. It was a series of buildings. The one we were currently in had a bunch of rooms. We had also found a recreational center and a kitchen.

"No," I say, "others are bound to find this place, and we can't afford to be found."

"Fine," he says, sting up and then swinging his legs over to the other side of the bed and standing up. I swing my backpack of supplies onto my back and keep my throwing knife in my hand and take Sebastian's with the other. We exit the building and as we start walking, I hear the growling again. We both stop and look at each other for a second, but then we keep walking. I thought it was just Sebastian's stomach. We skipped dinner last night, plus we really didn't have much to eat, considering that this was the Hunger Games. We turned the corner and were met by three wolf mutts. I saw an emergency escape ladder on one of the buildings, and I ran towards it, pulling Sebastian at first, but I let go of his hand, knowing it was better. I started climbing, and he was a few steps behind me. I got to the first platform and I heard him scream. One of the wolves had his foot. I took my throwing knife and chucked it at the wolf. It let go, but the damage had been done. Most of his foot was missing. I ran down threw stairs to where he was screaming in pain. I pulled him up to my platform. The three wolves were staring at us still. I looked at his foot, trying to restrain from throwing up. It was bad. I took off my backpack and pulled out the large first aid kit I had. I took out a bunch of gauze and wrapped his foot with it. The problem was I wasn't a doctor, and the wolf had opened up a couple arteries, and there was no way for me to fix this. I sat next to him and started crying.

"Look at me," he whispered. I turned to face him, "You will win these games. You'll make it out and go back to your district. You'll find someone else to be happy with."

"I only want to be with you," I say.

"That's not going to happen," he said, "please try." I knew I wasn't going to win this thing no matter what he said. I just leaned in and kissed him until has cannon went off a minute later. I couldn't take this. I didn't want to keep going without him. If it wasn't for those dumb wolves, he'd still be alive. It's my fault too. He didn't want to leave. I left his side and walked down the stairs to where the wolves were waiting. I was going to be their dinner. I let them attack me. It hurt, but as soon as one lunged for my throat and I saw a bright white light, and knew I could be with Sebastian again.

I warned you. Anyways, I hope you liked it. This story only has a probably three or four chapters left, but I will continue my other Glee story after I finish this one. The other one is purely Klaine fluffiness. Keep reading and reviewing!

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