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"Monitors?" Glimmer asks.

"Actually, just one Monitor," Caf says. "But if there's one, there must be others somewhere."

Glimmer fingers the note from Caf, spiraling round and round in a taunt. She gives me a venomous smile.

"We need to be going," Caf continues. "But first..." She sprints over to the desk and jots down a note. Although when she finishes, she holds on to it. "Done. Since both of you were supposed to have died in the 74th Games, I'm going to catch you up since we're going to skip ahead into the future.

"Katniss and Peeta both survived the Games and are crowned Victors. In my personal opinion, both of them should have just died. But no. They have some stupid love affair, in which jealous Gale gets angry. The third Quarter Quell arrived, and they pulled the Tributes from the remaining pool of Victors. That means Finnick Odair. We're leaving for the 75th annual Hunger Games to get him back because something awfully tragic happens to him that following year.

"But there's a Monitor waiting there. Cato, that's your job. Now, take my hand."

Glimmer and I touch her fingers.

There's an intense feeling of flying, and then my feet touch the ground. I open my eyes.

The three of us are standing on a plush span of sand. Behind me is a tide of blue waters, calmly sloshing up to my feet and then retreating back to the ubiquitous ocean that looks to stretch on forever. A cool mist slaps the back of my legs. The beach wraps the circumference of the island, ensconcing a small forest. In the center, I can make out the golden peak of what must be the Cornucopia.

Suddenly, I notice it's not just the three of us. Off to my right stands a girl about 5 meters away. She wears a black ski mask, but it doesn't have any holes for the eyes or mouth. It looks like a huge sock pulled over her head. How she can see through it, I have no clue. Whipping messily around he body is a blue cape, cut like one that would be worn by a superhero.

Glimmer whispers into Caf's ear. "Are you sure that's a Monitor?"

"Almost, " she mutters back. "Just for safety..."

Caf thrusts the note into my hand. I hesitate. After seeing what Glimmer went through, my stomach flips at the thought of what will happen to me.

Making up my mind, fingers trebling, I unfold the paper

How to Take Down a Monitor

1.) Run around like a mad person and fling sand into the Monitor's face.

2.) When she simply dusts it off, look like a sadist and say, "That's not the last of me!"

3.) Scoop up some water and send into her face while screaming, "Snap out of it, Captain Underpants!"

4.) Realize the ski mask protects her from the salty substance.

5.) Scream "Flagnoodles!"

6.) Don't give up. Start singing "My Love Will Go On" from Titanic.

7.) An epiphany strikes! Dance in place about your wonderful idea.

8.) Blow on the Monitor.

9.) Resort to desperate measures. Sprint full steam ahead and run head first into her.

My mind swims. A couple of seconds later, I come to and notice I'm on the ground. Pain grows stronger on my temple. With a lot of effort, I manage to stand and saunter back to the others, away from the Monitor who seems quite unmoved by the whole act. Glimmer holds onto my forearm to steady my balance.

"Oh Caf, only you would do something like that." The girl ahead pulls off her ski mask and stuffs it into her boot.

Caf pauses. "ZNR! Is that really you?"

She nods.

The excited Caf sails over to ZNR with her arms open for a hug. ZNR instantly puts her hand on Caf's shoulder though, stopping the embrace. She smirks. "Creeper." Apparently Caf gets the joke though, because she laughs.

"Wait, wait, wait," Glimmer interjects, her patience lost. "What's going on here?"

Caf talks with her back to us, staring ahead to ZNR. "Don't worry, she's not a Monitor. This is my friend; she's an Author."

ZNR has dark blonde hair and hazel eyes. She keeps smirking, as if he mouth is set like that in default.

"You still want to be Diana Ladris one day, don't you?" Caf says to her. ZNR maintains her smirk. "So, why are you here? Are you coming to join our quest?"

The mysterious girl shakes her head. "No. Actually Caf, I'm here for the opposite reason. You need to stop saving these Characters."

Quizzically, Caf crooks her head allowing her ringlets to spill over her shoulder. "But-"

"Look," ZNR interrupts, "it's okay to interfere with the book sometimes. This time though, you've gone too far. You're messing this story up. Not your story. The story."

Caf doesn't speak for several seconds. "I'm doing good for these Characters. We're going to stop the Monitors."

"Caf, you can't stop Monitors. They have power over you, it's what you signed up for. Except the Characters. That's their only weakness. Characters are the ones that really run everything, including the Monitors. Authors direct them, but like you and me, we can't control their every action.

"What I'm trying to say is that you need to stop. Take heed of my warning, because when the Monitors catch you, it's not going to be good."

ZNR disappears in a puff of smoke, leaving silence to resonate in the air.