The romance-thing got quite a bit colder after our conversation (basically because of my threat). Of course, it was necessary. We had work to do. And I had to figure out how to do my suicide which, despite my brave words, was freaking me out. I was seventeen. I didn't want to die. I was afraid, and I wanted Escal to calm me, but it felt like pointing out a weakness to him, a weakness that should be hidden, so I stayed silent.

Still, I didn't know you could miss the warmth of someone's eyes so much, and it hurt, though I hadn't even known him for a week.

Nothing happened for a couple of days. The canon had sounded thrice that we had heard, but not really wanting to check, we didn't know who had died.

"The Capitol must be getting bored," said Escal casually. Like it wasn't important. "I'm getting some more mint leaves."

"Take care." My voice sounded mechanical.

Looking back, I can see I shouldn't have let him leave the tent. But how could I know?

I didn't even have time to get worried. He had barely left, when an infernal BANG made me fall backwards off my chair and jump up instantly.

I ran out without second thought, yelling his name, but he was gone. Taken.

It hadn't been the canon. It had been the sound of someone apparating.

I was perfectly certain that it was someone apparating. It had been the sound of apparating. But how? It was impossible. Or was it? Why shouldn't there be wizards and witches in the hidden here, like everywhere else? It was possible, but not comfortable. Wouldn't they have done something? Had they just watched while North America turned into Panem? Watched and done nothing? Had they even participated?

I didn't know while I thought I'd find him, or at least a clue, at the Cornucopia. But it was my only idea, and didn't want to wast any time.

I apparated to the same place as I did with Escal when we were robbing for food. Walking slowly, I went towards the city square and the single girl standing in the middle of it, smirking.

Closer I could see that it was Eleva from 3. My fingers closed harder around my wand.

"Where is he?!" I hissed.

"Give me the stick, and I'll tell you."

"Where is he?!"

"Your stick."

"WHERE IS HE?!" She just stretched out her hand, demanding.

"Legilimens." Nothing happened. "Legilimens." Again nothing. It was like she had some kind of shield surrounding her mind, denying me access. There was definitely a sorcerer here. She laughed loudly. She shouldn't have.

"Crucio." Her screams pierced the air, and it was agonising to watch her writhing in pain in the dirt, but I didn't as much as flinch until I cut the spell.

"WHERE IS HE?!" She shook her head, and I shouted the Cruciatus Curse again and again till she told me, and then I continued till she told me about the wizard, who hadn't been in the arena from the start but had turned up three days ago, offering his help, about how he had made the plan to kidnap Escal and make me turn in my wand before they killed us both, and how many they were. Herself, Opal, Dya and Veile. Everyone else was dead.

And when I knew everything she could tell, I didn't even let her take a full breath before muttering the killing curse. The world lit up green a split second and then she was dead.

You're not a killer, the boy from 3 had said. Had he seen me now, he would have turned away from me to run.

Dam-dam-daaa!

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