"Sarah, you aren't thinking! If you go out there alone, you'll die. There are 10 people left in the Games, four of which are going to be after you." Mason pleads. Sarah shakes her head, anger boiling up in her chest, "Mason, did you listen at all? I have nothing to live for, no one to get back to! No one needs me!" tears running down her face as she points to herself. Ferb, Cody, Troy and Chyna stand back, afraid that if they got in the way they would die (no pun intended.) Their argument went on for another half an hour before Sarah finally bolts out of the cave and into the forest, leaving Mason in the dust. "There she goes, out to commit suicide. Well, let her be!" Mason declares, hiding the disappointment that he couldn't save another life.

Cece was definitely getting on Gunther's nerves; every time they were walking she would be so loud and complain about the Capitol's newest fashion. Really, what is the difference between pink and magenta? "Cece, please be quiet for a second. I need to get dinner for us, or we could head to the Cornucopia now." She considers this for a moment, end the Games now or wait until tomorrow and stay in the wheat patch. "Let's go to the Cornucopia, we'll finish this and get some treatment for your leg." He nods and they make their way towards the place of the bloodbath.

"Chad, I've had enough of this! We've been arguing about this for three days, let's just go to the Cornucopia and end this!" Sharpay finally exclaims. He wants to go tribute hunting while she just wanted to end this. She knew that if Troy wasn't going to get home then she should to help Gabriella with her two kids, not that she particularly liked her. She sighed in defeat, "Maybe it's better if we end the alliance here. Separate so then we don't need to kill each other." She says and turns on her heels. Chad standing where she left him, she didn't notice the tears in his eyes.

Sarah stalked through the woods part of the arena; she knew she was going to be killed. In fact, she wanted to be killed. She was a freak, a nerd, an outcast… a vampire. Her stupid ex-boyfriend was a test subject back in the Dark Days and was the product of a real life vampire. He went around to the rebels asking for information with his physic powers and when they learned the truth he would drain them dry. He didn't tell her until that awful night, she still remembers the pain of transforming into a fledgling. That night she met Ethan Morgan, probably the second dorkiest person on the planet (besides his best friend Benny Weir.) He accepted that she was a vampire, and on the train she made the biggest mistake ever. One thing led to another and she came back to reality soon enough to realize she made one of her best friends a vampire.

Still in her train of thought, she sensed someone was coming. Vampire powers do come in handy sometimes. She turned a moment too late, her mouth was covered and her hands were pulled effortlessly behind her back. "You speak, we're both dead. A camera even glances in this direction and they'll know our plan." Sarah nodded, knowing the person that voice belonged to. They went over this; it was the moment of truth.

Sharpay honestly didn't know where she was going. North was the Cornucopia; follow the sound of the ocean. She wanted out of here! She wanted to be home listening to really old music, not toe-curling screams. She wanted to be in a training simulant, not the actual Hunger Games. She wanted to dance with her brother, eat chocolate chip cookie dough, take her dog for a walk, gossip about Gabriella and Troy… take out the garbage! Not be silent with every step she takes, eat raw rat for dinner, keep a knife on her at all times, wonder if Troy is well or even alive right now. She sat down on a rock and took in her surroundings. She was in the woods, twigs surrounded her and leaves started falling off of the trees. A little breeze hit her as she faced north, towards the ocean. For a minute she felt as if she was in a movie, like she'd always dreamed. If you're going to be famous for your singing this would be the time to do it. She thought.
Everybody's waiting
Everybody's watching
Even when you're sleeping
keep your eyes open.

She knew it was risky and that she could be found, but singing helped Sharpay regain her confidence. She remembered the times where her brother and she would try out for the school talent shows and all the trophies they won. She remembered her brother saying that she could do it before she left, that the competition didn't stand a chance. The gleam in her parent's eyes when she volunteered. She could do this; the competition didn't know how strong she was. She heard voices and grabbed her knife, the more kills the quicker she can get home.

Troy and Chyna stalked through the woods silently. After Mason and Sarah's fallout the two decided they would go hunting. Cody and Ferb decided to stay and calm Mason down. "So," Chyna started, trying to make a conversation. "What's your son like?" Troy thought for a moment, "Well Tyler is a trouble maker. He loves to make messes then blame them on other people. His favorite thing to do is climb up a tree and pretend to be a mockingjay. And he loves to sing, that he got from his mother." Chyna nods and asks what he looks like. "He has his mother's black yet my straight hair. His skin tone is darker than mine, and he has my eyes." Chyna didn't notice, but Troy gripped his knife harder. He heard something coming, and before he could warn Chyna it quickly made itself known. More like herself…

"Where are they? I thought they'd be back by now, it's getting late." Ferb wondered out loud. Mason was being quiet, it was to be expected. Cody sighed and put his head in his hands, "They aren't dead, that's for sure. And not injured, I didn't hear any screaming. So maybe they got held up somewhere, I'm sure they're fine. Troy is the oldest after all." A canon went off soon after that, another followed it. The three boys looked at each other; none knew who the canons belonged to. But they'd soon find out…

Seneca Crane couldn't believe what he'd just witnessed, even if it was played 30 times over and over. It was a flaw in the designs of the arena; of course no one picked up on it. "Sir," one of the Gamemakers started, "wasn't he caught in the fire? He couldn't have survived that, it's not humanly possible!" Seneca sighed, "Pluratch I'm well aware of that." He pursed his lips together and kept watching the replaying tape. "Stop!" He called out to whoever was running it. Seneca studied the screen for a while, and then it dawned on him. "The watch he's wearing. I want to see it up close, zoom in." Zoomed in to where it was only the watch, someone shouted "Isn't that the watch Peeta Mellark wore in District 9 on the Victory Tour?" A picture of the 74th Victory Tour in District 9 was pulled up, the watch on Peeta's right wrist.

"Okay, now check Haymitch Abernathy's touring outfits from the Victory Tour. See if this watch was in any of them." Turns out they were in all of them; the black and grey wristwatch was on his left hand the entire time. After a few hours of studying the footage of this mysterious weapon, someone found the answer they'd been looking for.

"Sir, the watch had a tracking device in it. This led the two to where the only flaw of the arena was, may I question even adding such a hole? Anyways, they could be anywhere in the country by now. But my bet is the watch is leading them to the Rebel's base.

"District 12's tributes knew about the rebellion. Ethan Morgan played us into thinking he was dead, found his female tribute, and together they left the arena." Seneca sat down, processing all of this. He was going to be executed by Snow, that was for sure.

But if District 12 tributes knew, who else on the inside knew of the uprisings?

I know that everyone is probably ready to kill me. But I do have a lot of reasons for going offline. If I listed them all they would take forever, but I guess the main reason is that I lost my inspiration after my grandparents died. I've been off and on writing this chapter since I wrote the last one. Also Fanfiction does not like me! Anyways, my updates are a little off, and I am truly sorry. But only two more chapters of this story! But only two more chapters of this story, I have a poll up if you want a sequel involving the rebellion or if you just want an epilogue from the story. And I'm thinking of changing the name of the story, any ideas?
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And who was shocked I brought Ethan from the dead? Told you I'd throw in a plot twist *evil laugh*.