The MOST disturbing part of the entire story. Well enjoy Chapter 17: Blood Nightmare

It was the final day for me, I knew it. One way or another I had only one, two days tops in this arena. Either as a winner or dead. It would come down to Lone and me. He was the one to kill all along, Thatcher, Rachel, and maybe three Careers weren't even supposed to rise to his level of evil. Thatcher and Rachel were mere henchman and Lone was the crime syndicate lord, creating chaos and killing those who got in his way. I went off of how many people he had killed. Leema and Arman at the Cornucopia, Altha and one of the Career boys, and before the end, someone else would die at his hands. When I had gone to bed that night, I had an unsettling nightmare. I was running hard away from someone, some tribute. It was Lyon, chasing me with an axe, shouting obscenities at me. I had tripped over a magical log that appeared out of bloody nowhere. Lyon's eyes were now blood red, his teeth now fangs. He was a vampire or something. Then he had raised the axe and slammed it into my head. I had woken with a start, beads of sweat trickling down my face. I was exhausted, and I had kicked a log over when I was thrashing out. Then I went back to sleep after calming myself down. The nightmare got worse. It was the Cornucopia scene, about a week or so ago but, it was just me, Katie, Colby, Lyon, Leema, Ramon, Felice, and Madison. We had to kill each other and only one could live. I couldn't do it and refused. Then, my allies had begun to transform. I was screaming my head off, sending arrows into their armor. They would get madder and angrier and their eyes would turn charcoal, steam emitting from their lips. Only thing was that Katie was immobile on her pedestal, staring at us in horror. I would scream at her to run, to leave. Then she would turn into the ugliest demon of them all. She would cackle and then swoop down. Lyon and Ramon held my arms, while Madison and Felice chipped away the armor with arrows, Leema slicing my limbs off. Katie would walk up, her mouth in a sneer. Colby was sitting nearby, sinking poisonous darts at me. Katie would grab my face and then, pour acid down of my pelvis. I would scream, and scream and scream but, the pain was relentless. I swung my fist at Katie's face and then woke up, Katie's face being a tree. "It was just another nightmare." I said to myself. Then I heard the twig snap. I sent an arrow into the bow and twirled around so fast that my attacked jumped. Standing smugly as ever, with both bloody spears that killed my allies was Thatcher.

"Bailey, its Thatcher! He's confronting Jonathan!" Lucas cried out.

Bailey rushed over to Lucas and there was Jon, thrashing out in his sleep, while Thatcher was sneaking up on him. "That evil son of a bitch, doesn't he see that Jonathan is having an uh, nightmare."

Lucas nodded. "When Jon has a nightmare, the whole world pays attention."

Bailey cocked her head. "What do you think he is uh, dreaming about?"

Lucas shrugged. "Don't know, but, it can't be good."

Bailey breathed heavily. "Well, let's watch the fireworks."

Thatcher laughed, this time maniacally. "Oh Jon, it is so good to see you."

I hissed at him. "Get out of here, before I send an arrow into your throat!"

Thatcher gave me a face. "Please, you shooting me with that thing? The bow looks like it is a thousand years old and the string will collapse with one arrow. You can't kill me." he scoffed.

I fired at him. Thatcher broke the arrow with a spear. "I see you aren't wearing your precious armor. What happened? Thought you didn't need it, that I was too weak. That death you caused didn't make me fall to pieces, it just made me get angrier."

Thatcher was speechless. "Fine, have it your way Jonathan, I'll just have to finish the job."

I sent another arrow at his throat, and he ducked. He threw a spear at me with all his might and my right hand, the hand I was good at firing with, was stuck to the tree. Then he threw the other one and my arms were pinned. Thatcher smiled. "Now, all I have to do is cut out your stomach." He reached for something at his belt, Rachel's scythe. Suddenly, I felt the ground beneath my feet move. Some animal was coming, a human or something running at full speed. I gave a glance, and with my hunter eyes I could see farther than Thatcher. It was a deer, it's antlers razor sharp. The luck of game actually being in the games was funny. I looked at Thatcher, straight in the eye and said, "You're dead." The deer came barreling onto us and Thatcher was so scared, he threw the scythe. It chopped the spear holding my left hand to the tree off. I wrenched the spear out of my right arm and there was Thatcher, struggling to his feet. He had plunged the scythe into the deer's neck.

"Yo, Thatcher; look up for me." I said casually.

Thatcher looked up. I was holding a spear, aimed at his throat. "You'll miss. I've already seen you throw in training. You were awful."

I raised the spear. "I'm going to prove you wrong."

I threw and Thatcher backed up, his eyes wide. His spear sunk into his throat and Thatcher sunk to his knees, his eyes still not wanting to believe it. A cannon sounded, and then I whooped. I still wasn't happy but, sort of.

Lone looked up at the sky expectantly. The cannon had sounded, Jonathan should be dead and they should go home. But, there was nothing.

"Dude, where's the trumpets, the helicopter to take us home?" Huron asked.

Then the Capitol seal came on and showed Thatcher's portrait. And only his. An unspeakable rage flew through Lone and he hurled an axe at Amelia, whose head flopped to the floor. "Aargh!"

"Amelia!" Huron screamed. Huron snarled and launched himself at Lone. Lone grabbed Amelia's knife from her belt and sunk the knife into Huron's chest. Huron gasped and Lone's mouth turned into a cruel smile.

"Big mistake dunderhead." Lone hissed. Huron dropped.

The two cannons brought me up short. I already knew who it had to be. Both tributes from ten appeared, the silent prayer going over and over in my head. It was Lone and I in the finale. Lone killed his own allies thinking they weren't up to the challenge. I grabbed Thatcher's scythe and slipped it into my belt, which I stole from him. Now I was holding the weapon of two, maybe three dead tributes. It was to be Lone and I in the end, the main enemy of them all.

Lucas gave a loud whoop. "I knew he could do it! I knew it."

Jonathan's mother stood nearby and clamped Lucas on the shoulder. "Now, he has one enemy to kill, or at least to beat."

Lucas looked at his mother with hopeful eyes. "Jonathan is going to come home mother. We'll make sure of it."

Wyatt tapped his fingers along the line of his desk. "Very well 12, very well." he spoke aloud.

"Mr. Crane, I see we have our final two tributes." said President Lee, walking down the steps to the Gamemaker room.

Wyatt turned to Lee and smiled. "Oh yes, and it'll be the most watched finale in history sir. Katniss and Peeta could never top this."

Five miles from where Jonathan was standing was Lone, stalking through the woods, looking for his last victim. Ten miles from where Jonathan was standing was a body, slumped against a tree, their wrists bound. Suddenly, the figure opened their eyes, untied their knots and fumbled for the five foot sword that was lying near him.

And who is the mysterious man who woke up? Thatcher finally got what was coming for him. Ah, sad to see him go. And my nightmares are similar to Jonathan's. These nightmares that Jon has, I've had. Well rave and review.

~TalesofAdventLover