Hey! I'm really glad everyone loves the story. This chapter skips a day, no deaths occurring. This is the last chapter in the arena and then next chapter is the last of Part 1: The Youngest Tribute. It's kind of like an epilogue of Part 1. I'm going to immediately post Part 2: A Force in the Quell after the epilogue. I think the story has around four or five parts. Well, without further ado, Chapter Eleven:

Me, me, me against them,
Me against enemies, me against friends.
Somehow they both seem to become one,
A sea full of sharks and they all smell blood.

I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thrive
I came to win, to survive, to prosper, to rise
to fly
to fly

-Fly by Nicki Minaj feat. Rihanna

I woke up to a scream. And not just any kind of scream, a blood curdling, earsplitting, flesh raising kind of scream. And it belonged to a girl. There's only two girls left in this game. Me and Faith. And if it isn't me...

"Fathom! What's going on? Where's Faith? Fathom?" I asked in a low voice but Fathom, like always, was fast asleep, not hearing a thing.

Son of a bitch. What kind of guy doesn't hear his sister screaming when there's nothing else but silence? He mumbled something I couldn't make out, rolled over, and went back to his precious sleep.

How do I get him up that actually gets him up and entertain the Capitol? Because if I don't I could start offending some people. I wouldn't want that, would I?

I slapped him across the cheek as hard as I can. "Fathom! Get. The. Fuck. Up." I growled and Faith's screams only intensified.

He jolted up, scowling at me, "What do you want..." Then his body tensed, hearing Faith. "What is that?" He whispered.

"C'mon!" I shouted and we started racing to the sound. The screams just got louder until there was nothing left. Nothing but the eerie sound of silence. Silence and a cannon. A single boom, and somebody's dead. And it has to be her.

"Faith!" Fathom screams. "Faith!" He screams but there's no use. We just go faster, inhumanly fast, just so we can see her one last time. One last glimpse before she's gone. Gone forever.

We finally reach her and I gasp in horror. What used to be the most beautiful girl I know is bloody and marred, her body distorted into a painful position. Her right arm is missing and her beautiful chestnust hair is stained with her own blood.

In front of me is my biggest nightmare come true. Titus is eating some sort of organ, it looks like her heart. Tye, well, I never thought about him, but he was there too. Clutching a spear, covered with blood. I couldn't imagine they teamed up. That would me those two towers against me and Fathom. Sure, Fathom is tall but 5"10 tall, not 6"4.

Slowly, like caught in a horror movie, Titus looks at me. I stiffen. His last words to me were: "Your dead next time I see you, Sparkle." And now that he's taken down half of my alliance, it makes it all the more easier.

Fathom is confused, tear stained face, but confused all the same. He has no idea about our earlier encounter. He has no clue what he should do.

So I decided to help him. "Run." I whisper. He doesn't move a muscle, now he's staring at his dead sister. Titus is leaning in for more, probably trying to savor before they take her away. But when the hovercraft comes it shocks him, disorientates him, so they can take Faith away.

When he snaps out of the shock he turns his attention back to us. We're staring at him, he's staring at us, and Tye has fled from the scene. "RUN!" I scream to Fathom.

We both start running for the Cornucopia, the place full of our own weapons. All I have is a knife. Fathom has a sword starpped to his belt. Titus starts chasing us, fast enough to gain on me but not Fathom.

The run is harder because on the way to the stupid gold horn is a peak of mountains, yes, they really have thought of everything for this arena. The rocky terrain makes me trip and I fall face first. Some sort of rock slices my cheek open.

Before I know it Titus is standing over me. Fathom is yards ahead but he's stopped and looks at us. He's trying to decide what to do. Leave me to die, or get Titus off of me and kill him.

"I told you I would get you." He whispers maniacally, leaning close to me. I can smell the blood lingering from his clothes, his face, hands, his stinking breath.

I can't think of anything to say back without losing me time. Instead, my fear instincts kick in and I start to scream. I just scream. But the only emotion absorbed in the sound is genuine fear. Nothing more, nothing less.

This is how I was going to die. Titus was goiing to eat me. But before I know it Fathom is running back to me. Titus sees this and starts grabbing my legs and pulling me away. He slices open my leg, maybe to silence me. It doesn't. When he thinks he's far away from Fathom he starts to get closer to me.

I scream again. Then, suddenly, the earth starts to rumble. There's a booming drop and I stop screaming to look up. Titus looks up too. Snow is hurdlinng towards us at 200 miles per hour.

An avalanche. They've sent an avalanche on us. Before Titus could get up or me either the snow is right there. It tackles Titus, burying him in front of me. I can feel the chill of the snow but before somethign happens theres a tug on the back of my jacket. It pulls me backwards, away from the snow. I think it will keep going but it stops where I was. If I was still there I would have been dead.

The cannon fires, Titus is dead. Let the angels sing, grow their freaking wings, make the heavens heaven once again! Praise the lord of all that's good and holy, Titus is dead.

The force pulls me onto my legs. I grimace in pain of my leg but let the pain subdue. Fathom is behind me, smiling slightly.

I can't help but throw my arms across his neck. "Thank you." I whispered. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

He grunts but wraps his arms back around me. I hold him, he hold me, then we just let go. "I'm not spending another day in this damn rancid arena." he growls.

"What do you mean?" I blink. Is he going to kill himself? Because I'm not killing him, I owe him now twice. And Tye is no where in sight, so I doubt he's killing him either.

"We're finding Tye, I'm going to kill him, you're going to kill me and you're going to win." He explains, already starting to walk.

I blanched. "What? I'm not killing you!" I protest.

He shrugs simply, "Then I kill myself." He stops and looks me dead in the eyes. "Serenity, I have nothing left in District Two. Faith is gone. My parents probably hate me for letting Faith go. I would be in jail if I was there right now. The whole reason I volunteered when Faith was entered was to get her out alive." He said.

I realize he's dead serious. Now I'm thinking of ways to help him kill Tye, because he deserves to avenge Faith's death. We've gotten part one down, now all we need is part two. I shake my head. "If I win, it won't be good that I help killed a cripple, or if you win, that doesn't look good for either of us."

Fathom laughs bitterly. "Blue wanted to be the one to tell you."

"What?"

"Tye isn't a cripple. He's not crazy, never has been. Infact, he's a genius. A damn genius. All this time he's been pretending to be insane but he's not. No one has considered him a threat because they haven't known."

I absorb in the information. It is a smart thing, I have to hand it to him. He's now in the final three, nearly the finale. "Brilliant." I murmur.

"Glad you think so. Looking for me?" An unfamiliar voice asks. We both turn around to see Tye, watching us, talking about him.

"Stalking us?" My comeback instincts fire immediately.

Tye shrugs. "I'm not waiting for you." He says. "Like District Two said, I'm not spending another day here."

Fathom smiles, "Then lets battle it out."

Tye glances in my direction. "Leave the girl out."

Fathom chuckles and draws out his sword. "You read my mind."

They lunge into action. In the first five seconds of the duel Fathom jabs Tye in the arm. Tye fights back immediately, getting Fathom's shoulder. The metal weapons clink together a few times at attempt to get each other. They're having some sort of conversation with each other, using words that would only get my mouth washed with soap. Then the unthinkable happed, Tye cuts Fathom's wrist off, the one holding the sword. He kicks Fathom in his stomach, and he lands backwards. Then Tye takes his own sword and stabs him repeatedly.

"FATHOM!" I scream at the same time the cannon rings through the arena. The hovercraft was waiting for us, and collects Fathom's bleeding body, leaving me alone with Tye.

"I hate you." I whispered.

Tye is wearing the biggest grin on his face. "What was that?" He cups his hand around his ear.

"I HATE YOU!" I scream even louder.

Tye ignore me, it's like he has this whole speech planned out. "I knew you would make the finals, Serenity."

I spat at him. "Really? How?"

"You beat everyone in training, you probably would have beat me, if I wasn't trained or had my plan." He said. Look, flattery gets you no where, buddy boy.

"Where are you getting at, Tye?" I buy myself time, trying to think of a plan. His sword is away from him but he could easily get it. I can't run from him forever. Plus, I can see the force field, no where to run that he doesn't know.

Wait, the force field? That's it! If I can get him in hand to hand combat, then I can get him over to the forcefield. It should shock him, and then I should have enough time to get my knife out of my belt and stab the son of a bitch.

"I eliminated everyone I can that could possibly help you. Before Titus got your little friend Trey, I got him. The Careers would have never have found you and Ebony, and she would have never died. Then you would never have killed the moron. If I never killed Blue then you wouldn't have blamed and killed Jessa. And now the twins, your final life line. Gone, because of me." He explains.

Instead of crying or screaming or showing any emotion, to give him the satisfaction, I lie. I do what I have to do to get him to leap. "That maybe so but I got rid of your two allies. Titus, Titus is gone. And that girl...what was her name?"

Anger flashes through his face. "Cordilla." He hisses.

I snap my finger. "Ah yes, Cordillia. She was so frail when I found her. She was trying to fish but she was in Trey and I's turf. Trey told me not to bother with someone so weak, but I couldn't help myself. Every ounce of color drained from her voice when she saw me with my knife. She asked-no, begged- me not to kill her." I lied.

More anger passed through him, almost there. "No."

"You should have heard her cries." I raised my voice to a higher octave, shriller, to mimic her. "TYE! TYE!"

He snapped. He lunges at me, tackling me to the floor. He wieghed atleast a hundred and fifty pounds more than me. I used all of my strength to get up. He was facing the forcefield. I kept pushing and staggering. We kept turning in different directions, I could see he wanted his sword.

I was inches away. I pushed harder against him, smacking him into the wall. I felt the electricity course through his body. His left side of his face was singed. He was still breathng, still alive. He didn't seem as shocked as I planned. I kicked him in his groin, pushing him into the force field again. He closed his eyes and fell. Still alive.

I quickly took out my knife. I crouched down and stabbed his right shoulder. "That was for Trey." I stabbed his other shoulder. "That was for Ebony." I sliced his legs. "That was for Blue and Faith." I stabbed his heart. "That was for Fathom." I kicked his face, breaking his nose. "And that was for me."

The cannon fired. "That's for Panem."

Then to my relief, I hear Claudius, "Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victor of the Forty-ninth Hunger Games, Serenity Starr! I give you- the tribute of District Four!" The the sound of cheers flood the arena.

I won.

The hovercraft to collect me swings down a ladder and I grab on as they pull me upwards. The first thing someone does is thrust me water. I try to grab the class with my left hand but three of my finger can't move. The glass drops.

"Someone look at her hand!" An authority orders.

Mags comes rushing over to me. "Serenity, are you okay? Are you hurt, shocked, dizzy, sick? Serenity? Answer me!"

"I'm fine." I breath, exhausted, breathing heavily. "Better than ever."