Well I hope that was dramatic enough for you readers! Oh I do love a cliff hanger.

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Hope you enjoy this,

In the Blink of an Eye

Mylo Kingfisher, Head Gamemaker

I almost jump up and clap with delight. Five hours until my arena is used for the first time. The tributes will be boarding the hovercraft. I force myself to remain calm. I am, of course, the Head Gamemaker, and one of such authority must not be showing childish symptoms.

Belladie Curter, Capitol Citizen

Heriss' number flashes onto the screen of my wrist phone. The incoming call alert pops up and I impatiently tap it open, an irritable comment in my mouth.

But it isn't Heriss' voice that greets me but a clear, cold, computer simulated voice which strikes fear into my heart.

"We know you and your little friends and what you are up to." The voice pauses. "And we have Heriss here. Just to let you know the consequences of your future actions, I would like to leave you with a little comment from your fellow rebel."

What follows is a piercing scream which I immediately identify as Heriss'. Then the screen goes black. I fumble with the buttons like it would work. But the internal circuit has failed and I am left with a thrashing heart and a mind full of doubt.

Mylo Kingfisher, Head Gamemaker

One hour. They will shortly be landing and branching off to their separate launch rooms.

Half an hour. They have landed.

Twenty minutes. They are introduced to their launch room.

Belladie Curter, Capitol Citizen

We are in position outside the President's mansion. All five of us, excluding Heriss. I thought it would be better not to think of her until afterwards. She is a small sacrifice to the greater good. We have to go through with this.

The stopwatch on Hindosa's wrist is blinking away. At precisely one minute before the Games begin, we will throw the detonator into the grounds as a distraction and cover. Then we will use specially designed state-of-the-art protection to saw through the President's electric fence.

The milliseconds are excruciatingly slow.

Mylo Kingfisher

Ten minutes. The time they have to say goodbye to their stylist.

Five minutes. Parched throats and light headedness.

Three minutes. Some will cry, some not. But all are ushered into the cylinder.

Two minutes. They enter the arena.

One minute. The countdown begins.

Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven.

Belladie Curter, Capitol Citizen

It is time. My rebel group exchange silent nods and I launch the detonator high and clear into the grounds where it bounces once and settles on the grass.

We have to be ready. We have ten seconds before it explodes, creating a smoke screen and a small fire. Then we will be ready.

The Arena

Twenty-four tributes stand in an oval. In less than fifteen minutes, seven of them will be dead.

And as the clock drops to zero, in all different parts of Panem, a detonator explodes, a Head Gamemaker cheers, a mother throws herself off a bridge and the cork shoots out of a champagne bottle.