I felt the nudge of my foot and I giggled. "Mom, stop it."

Then it was Colby who spoke, not my mother. "I bet you wish it was your mother right? Wake up Jonathan, it is 9:00 in the morning and I'm planning on actually getting something done today."

I groaned. "I knew it was too much to be true. You are just one great ray of sunshine, asshole."

Colby punched me in the shoulder. "Dude, you are on a cussing rage, like seriously, what's wrong with you?"

I shook my head in assent. "I have no idea, I'm just stressed out with you know, our allies; Lone, my family back home; and how long I will be in this hellish place."

Colby gave me another nudge. "Stop cursing! Dude, there are kids watching and honestly; they probably haven't heard the words you are spilling out of your mouth."

I shrugged. "Whatever." I stood up and stretched. "I need someone else to die, someone besides us. Let Lone take the sting of one of his men falling."

Colby tossed me an apple. "Well, first you need breakfast, so eat that apple and I'll go get your bow."

Then as if my prayers were answered, Wyatt Crane's voice filled the arena. "Attention tributes, attention; we will have a brand new feast for you today, with a backpack that contains something. It might not be a vital need but, something you can use later on. There is a backpack for each district, so we have District one, three, six, nine, ten, and twelve, all at the Cornucopia. I suggest you take out a few competitors also. Only time this will be said."

I looked at Colby. "What could we possibly need?"

Colby frowned. "I don't know. Your guess is as good as mine Jonathan, I have no idea." Then he squinted. "Hey, dude; you have a sponsor."

I looked at where Colby was staring. Sure enough, there was a parachute sliding down towards me, and attached to the silver ribbon was a brand new bow and arrow. I grabbed it. "My god, this must have cost this person a fortune, no matter where they are from."

"Who is it from?" Colby asked.

I flipped the card over, it read; "Dear brother, it seems you are in a tight situation and I thought you needed a better weapon. This cost me an entire haul of food for you so don't go dying on me. Capiche? I'll see you later. Love, Lucas." I smiled. "It's from my brother."

Colby grinned. "Wow that is a family member who really cares."

I slung my quiver over my shoulder. "I'm going okay? If I call your name, it doesn't matter how loudly I shout it, you come and rescue me."

Colby nodded. "Right, I'll see you soon."

I nodded briefly. "Bye Colby, be back in a minute or so."

Thatcher threw his spear with all his might at the tree. It landed with a sickening thump and Lone grinned behind him, twirling his axe. Rachel was nearby, bored.

Lone turned to his sister. "Rach, why don't you go to the feast for us, try out that new weapon of yours?"

Rachel looked up, from her drawing in the dirt. "Uh, yeah. I will. Thatcher, come along."

Thatcher pulled the spear from the tree. "I don't want to go."

Rachel sent an axe into the tree behind him. "I am not carrying three backpacks, and killing someone by myself. You are helping me." The tone in her voice made Thatcher wince.

"All right." Thatcher grumbled.

Rachel smiled evilly and grabbed two axes and slipped them to her belt while reaching for a weapon she stole from a tribute a while back. It was a deadly scythe. "Let's go dude."

Thatcher led the way and then made Rachel stop. Rachel raised an eyebrow quizzically. Thatcher pointed and Rachel's eyes sparkled as she saw Leeane, the only Career tribute left running to the Cornucopia, her leg in a splint. Rachel drew back, and threw an axe at the girl, who stumbled as the axe hit her shoulder. Leeane turned her eyes in shock as Rachel beheaded her with her scythe. Leeane's cannon fired and Rachel shimmed her weapons back into place.

"Come on Thatcher, let's kill another tribute."

The sound of the cannon brought me up short. Who died? I honestly don't think anyone in Lone's alliance turned on each other but, there could be a short possibility. I glanced back, my camp now a good thousand yards back, the Cornucopia not being that far away. The horn glinted in the sun and there was a slight chirp in the air from a bird perched on a branch. I loaded an arrow into my new bow, which I had to say was impressive on Lucas's standards. It was a sleek gray, with flames licking the top. I had already tried firing, and I could send the arrow a good sixty feet away. I was about to run out when Thatcher was barreling onto the plain, a spear in his hand. He grabbed his bag and then took Leeane's. I waited a brief moment, maybe hoping Leeane would show. She didn't. It was game time. I flung myself out of the bushes and ran for the Cornucopia. There was a miniature green bag from three, and an even smaller bag from 12. They must hate our districts. Then, I sensed danger. Without instinct I ducked, the axe sailing over my head and embedding in the metal of the Cornucopia. I give a slight twist around to see Rachel, running at full speed, a deadly axe at her belt, and a wicked curved scythe in her hand, as if she was going to chop my head into ribbons. I fired an arrow at her, which landed on her foot. She screeched and removed the arrow, without a glimpse of pain. I made a beeline for the two bags on the table when she slammed into me, as hard as she could. I fell to the ground in pain and tried to get up, but Rachel had seated herself on top of me, her face in a wicked grin.

"Hello Jonathan, you look as if you are staring at the devil? What happened, cat got your tongue?" she mocked.

"Get off me Rachel, so I can send an arrow into your brain!" I hissed at her. I tried kicking her, but my foot was locked.

Rachel laughed. "Yeah, not happening. Sorry Jon, but it seems as if the entire Hunger Games is against you. I mean it is really. All of those allies getting killed. I killed Madison personally, Lone killed Leema, we used Lyon to try to find you and it sort of worked. Lone and I found those Merit things and unleashed them on Felice and Ramon. And oh, don't forget the greatest firework of them all, Katie; who was killed by your sort of archenemy Thatcher. And now, you are going to die. All of those allies can't save you now."

I had one last resort. "COLBY!" I screamed, as loud as I could.

Rachel made another sly grin. "Oh, another ally? That kid can't possibly save you now. Isn't he a cripple?"

The answer was the sound of a knife flying through the air and flying into Rachel's side. She gasped and stumbled back, a small trickle of blood coming from her side. Colby was standing behind me, his breathing heavy, and the knife gone from his belt.

"I am not a cripple!" he shouted at her.

Rachel sneered. "You are so dead." She threw her scythe, but it was evident she was too weak.

I frowned. "No, Rachel. You are now dead." Her eyes widened and I sent an arrow between her eyes.

She fell with a thump, her throat gasping. Colby looked up at me, his eyes hard. "Come on, let's go."

Colby and I took off, over the edge of the plain, just in time since Lone was upon us. He had noticed her, and the pool of blood beneath her. Her cannon fired as soon as he reached her. He looked at Rachel in horror, and then removed the arrow from her head, and then he noticed who shot her. When he looked up, his eyes were beyond murderous, insane maybe. And then he howled. "I WILL KILL you for this District 12, if it is the last thing I do!" Then with a snarl he stood up and snatched his and District ten's bag and strode off, not giving one look to his now dead sister. Colby's breathing returned to normal.

"Oh my god, that was the most exhilarating thing I've ever done!" Colby buzzed.

I gave him a senile look. "To me, that was not fun."

Colby's smile vanished. "Open your pack." I did, and there was a brand new set of arrows, each tipped with a red color. I lifted them up.

"Do you know why they are red?" I asked.

Colby's eyes lit up. "Those arrows are flammable; you can burn things with them."

I gave a wry smile. "What did you get?"

Colby held out three red packages. "These are mini explosives, to set things on fire, like matches. They also gave me a grenade?" He sounded surprised.

I raised an eyebrow. "Whoa, a grenade? Who gives a thirteen year old a grenade, and what for?"

Colby looked at me, a glint in his eyes. "To cause a distraction. I think I know what they want us to do." He beckoned towards Lone's mountain.

"Are you telling me they want us to blow up his mountain? We'll be killed!"

Colby's face was a little insane at this point. "Yeah, the Gamemaker's want us to destroy Lone's stuff, and maybe they are hoping they would come after us. Haven't you forgotten the alliance rule?"

I shook my head. "Of course I haven't. Are you saying that we can destroy Lone's stuff and kill all four of them in one day?" He nodded. "That's crazy, but whatever, let's do it."

The pictures came up in the sky and they showed us Leeane, who must have been the cannon I heard, and Rachel. "Six more left Jonathan, and then we'll be gone." Colby whispered, and then he passed out.

Bailey finished wiping down Ms. Crimson's counter top and threw the towel into the sink. She stared at Lucas who was watching the television intently.

"What happened today?" she asked, uninterested.

Lucas's voice was hollow. "Jon was almost killed today at a feast, but then he managed to kill the girl from six. That district partner of the girl however is furious. The boy Jon is with got a grenade and I think are planning on destroying the enemy's camp."

Bailey raised an eyebrow. "Did you watch the feast thing?"

Lucas gave a nod. "Yeah, it was as gory or scary as it sounds, since Jon's ally came to his rescue."

Bailey gave a laugh. "Your brother is so weak."

Lucas glared at her. "What is wrong with you Bailey? Just a week ago, you were very nice about him and now here you are making evil accusations at him. What happened?"

Bailey's voice was hard as stone and her eyes locked onto Lucas's. "He left me, that's what happened. Then he kissed my best friend, let her die, and he's been flipping out on that poor boy. Jon isn't sane anymore and I'm not going to… fraternize with someone like that."

Well here's Chapter 15 for y'all. I know this is similar to the book in very close ways. Review please.