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I shifted uncomfortably under the gaze of a certain ruthless killer. I could feel my body tense.

"Come on, let's get going." Angelina said in between giggles.

I couldn't turn around without meeting those fierce eyes that thrive to kill. Kill or be killed. That's the story of the Hunger Games.

"Hurry up, 12. You're keeping us behind." I heard Angelina grumble.

"She still hasn't proved herself worthy of staying in the alliance." I heard Angelina tell Cato.

"Just wait. I'll be the one to kill her. And I save the best for last." He replied, angrily.

"But she's not the best." Angelina retorted.

"Just wait." He demanded.

I could feel both of their eyes on me.

"Like you said, let's get going." I turned around to finally face them.

"Come on." I heard Butterface say while he wiped a tear from his eye. I never knew that Mrs. Harlot could be liked. She's such a bitch all the time.

"Yeah," Louis agreed, "The audience is probably getting bored, and so am I."

I was a bit taken back by his response. Bored?

"Yeah we better get going before the Gamemakers start throwing some stuff at us." Cato advised.

"Angelina, you're on janitor duty." Juk pointed her. My eyes furrowed in confusion. Janitor duty?

"Fine," she grumbled, "Come on you rat." I ignored her remark as she tied my hands behind my back.

"So that's what you call babysitting me? Janitor duty?" I inquired.

"Yeah, pretty much. Why? We thought you would like the name." Angelina replied, still chuckling. I bet she laughs at tributes pains as she plunges her spears into them.

"I love it." I said with sarcasm lacing my words.

"Good." She tugged my arms back.

"And it only gets worse," Angelina whispered into my ear, similar to Glight, "I get to be the one that kills you, and Louis' going to watch. And that'll be the last thing he sees before he dies."

I scowled at her future plans. I will not let her hurt Louis. I refuse to kill him, and he refuses to kill me.

I continued walked behind Cato and Butterface before Angelina stopped me, "Do you guys hear that?"

"What?" Cato and Butterface asked in unison.

"That," she replied listening intensely. After a few seconds, I heard it; the rustling of leaves. Cato walked towards the source of the noise. It wasn't too far actually. Only a couple of yards. It took less than a minute for Cato to prepare his sword and aim it straight for his chest.

BOOM!

I was a bit surprised at his incredible aim. He was turned around, facing us with his back. My knees became wobbly.

Angelina kicked them, "Walk normal."

I ignored her because all I could hear was a buzzing sound.

"I said walk normal." She repeated. My knees unbuckled and I collapsed on her.

"GET OFF ME!" She screamed, scaring away any tribute that was nearby. I plunged into a hole of darkness. Screams were all I could remember.

"Wake up." I jolted upwards at the collision of a hard foot and my left hip bone.

"What?" I question rubbing my eyes.

"You fell on Angelina, remember? She's still pissed at you so don't be surprised if you end up with a spear through your heart." Cato warned.

"Are you trying to scare me?" I dared.

"I'm just telling you what's coming for you since you're too oblivious to realize it yourself." He mocked.

"Well, I don't need your advice. This is the Hunger Games." I spat at him.

"You'll thank me later." Cato smiled before heading off to the direction Angelina recently went.

"Hey." I heard Louis walking over to me.

"Hey," I said, "What'd I miss?"

"Nothing much," he replied, "Just that Angelina has been in psycho killer mode. She also killed the girl from 8. Right now she's washing herself by the lake."

"She's always in psycho killer mode." I took the canteen filled with water from him.

"7 more tributes, including us." Louis told me. I gulped. Time really has gone by so fast, yet so slow. I've really grown attached to Louis and in the next couple of days he'll die. By my hands or not. I just nodded. There was really nothing I could say. We all had to accept death. Except for the one victor, which will be me. I shook all the thoughts of winning and death from my head. I just need to buy some time. And right now, I just thought of the perfect idea. I knew exactly how both Louis and I could survive. I just need to tell him without the cameras peering down my throat.