Thalassa Pearl, D4

Thalassa was shocked by Peter's actions. And even more so by how easily he'd taken out the last tribute from District One. He would be the one to beat in these games, and Thalassa no longer had her ally. She was alone in these final battles. She thought of the other two groups, waiting in the wings, watching Peter's movements. WOuld they attack him first? They others all had teammates, battle partners. Thalassa and Peter were the only solo fighters left. For now, anyway.

Thalassa started moving through the trees, keeping to the edge of the forest where she knew the others would be hiding. She kept her eyes on the trees, making sure she didn't walk into a trap.

About a sixth of the way around the circle, she heard them. Tributes, and the boy from Nine at that. The one who had scored an 11 in training, and the girl who'd escaped the Careers. They were nearby, but Thalassa hd yet to actually see them. She stopped moving, and pivoted in place until she could distinguish the origin of their voices. They were to her left, and above. Up in the trees, Thalassa made out a figure resting on one of the branches that was just out of her reach. If she was to attack, she'd have to throw a weapon.

Thalassa pulled out her last knife, along with Ronan's sword, and readied herself to attack.

Damien Greyson, D9

Damien nearly fell from his branch. Sloan's scream pierced through the air like a knife, and she gripped at his legs as she fell from the branch. He spun on the spot, looking for the threat. It was the last girl from Four. She'd thrown a knife, which was now dug deep into Sloan's stomach. Damien ripped out his sword and jumped from the branch.

He toppled onto the girl, hurting his shoulder again in the process. Her blade had been knocked from her hand, and Damien made his move. He plunged the sword down, aiming for her heart, but the girl managed to dodge. He only grazed her side. She was back on her feet in no time, despite the gash.

"Give up, Nine. I've finally caught you." She growled at him through gritted teeth. Damien could see the pain on her face.

"Now, do you really think I'd honestly give up, when it's my life on the line? Really, Four, what are they teaching you guys in that school of yours back home?" He would have laughed at his own joke had the situation been different, but now he had to focus. She charged him, and Damien had just barely enough time to deflect her attack with his sword, redirecting the girl's movements into a nearby tree, where her sword stuck fast.

"Not giving much of a challenge without your friend here, huh, Four?" That got her going. Damien saw the pain erase itself from her features, and she charged again. Damien ducked beneath the oncoming blade, and sliced his own across her legs. The girl from Four hit the dirt, which was almost immediately soaked in blood. Damien quickly ended the fight with a final blow to the girl's back.

The cannon sounded. Damien stopped what he was doing and rushed to Sloan' side. The ground around her was wet with blood, also, and Damien could feel it seeping into the fabric of his pants. She wasn't going to last much longer.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry Sloan." He said, lifting her head into his lap. To think they'd been enemies before. No one would have expected that, seeing them now. She was his friend, and she was dying.

"I'll stay with you. I'll stay with you until the end," he said, his voice cracking in his throat. But Sloan shook her head.

"You can still win. And I can help."

Elle Lester, D2

"Damien! Damien?" Elle could hear a voice calling from across the field, at the other edge of the trees. Was she stupid? Calling out like that when she knew they'd be in the area? A cannon had sounded, but whose cannon had it been? Elle saw Paxton climbing down from their branch, just off the forest floor.

"What do you think you're doing?" she called to him, keeping her voice at a whisper.

"I'm going to silence whoever is calling. Stay here. I don't want Peter to find you." With that he left, keeping hidden in the shadows of the bushes. But Elle wasn't going to let him walk off like that. Peter had heard the girl too, and if he decided to investigate, Paxton would be outnumbered.

She kept to the trees, moving the branches as little as she could so Paxton, and more importantly Peter, wouldn't be able to track her movements. Luckily, Paxton moved slowly enough that she could stay right on his tail. She watched as he found the girl from Nine, dying on the side of a tree. The ground was soaked in her blood. Paxton pulled his knife, and drove it into the girl's chest. Her cannon sounded almost immediately. Elle saw Paxton stan to head back, but then another tribute attacked.

This had been an ambush. Elle Quickly loaded an arrow into her bow, realizing she now had only one left. She tried to train it on the boy from Nine, but Paxton kept fighting him, and she was afraid of hitting him instead. But then the boy managed to slam Paxton hard against the tree, and he hit his head.

"Goodbye, Career." said the boy as he pulled his knife. But Elle was faster. Her arrow his him right in the side of the head, knocking him off of Paxton and into the dirt. Another cannon. All that was left was to take out Peter.

Peter Cooper, D2

"So… who's left in there? Come on. Just face me, cowards!" Peter called into the trees, where there had obviously been a fight from the amount go metal on metal he had heard. Good enough for me, he thought, less work I have to do, myself. He pulled out his sword and went to see who the people were that were about to come in second.

"Paxton! Come on, get up! He's going to find us." he heard her say. It was the Capitol girl, and Paxton. Of all the people to make it this far, it just had to be them. The girl who was supposed to die on day one, and the boy who'd betrayed the Careers. Peter burst into a run, ready to end the Games.

Paxton Luke, D2

"Come on. We need to get to high ground, quickly." said Elle, who had just slapped him in order to get him back on his feet. The ground didn't feel solid, and his vision was still a little blurry. This was probably the worst point in the games to get a concussion. But he had to fight through it.

"I'm good to walk, grab the weapons." He said, pointing at the arrow in the boy's skull. She freed the arrow and rushed back to his side.

"Well, well, well. Looks like District Two wins." He heard Peter say. Paxton turned in place, but his vision blurred even more as he did so. This was not good. "Getting a little dizzy there, Paxton?" he laughed. "Looks like it'll just be easier to kill you both, now."

"You can't kill us both." snapped Elle, stepping in front of Paxton. "One of us dies, and the other becomes a Victor, with you. You'll only be able to kill one of us. But I won't let that happen." Peter laughed again, but Elle loaded the arrow into her bow. She fired, but apparently missed, because the next thing Paxton knew, he was on the ground again, with Peter behind him and a knife to his throat.

"No! No!" screamed Elle. "Leave him alone. Take me. Kill me instead. He was your friend. He's one of you. I'm just the Capitol girl, remember? I'm the reason he betrayed you. I'm the one you want dead." Paxton felt the grip on his throat loosen. No, Elle. Run! he thought. He couldn't speak after having his neck suffocated like that. He motioned for her to run, but she stood her ground.

"Very well, Capitol Girl." And Peter launched his knife. Paxton's visioned was blurred so much that he couldn't tell what happened. Only that a cannon rang out. He tried to see who was still standing. It seemed as though Peter had fallen, too. But which one of them was dead? Paxton could feel himself slipping. He was going to black out soon. Where was Elle?

"Ladies and Gentlemen," he heard Finneon call out, though his voice sounded muffled, like it was under water. "May I present, the Victors of the Fourth Quarter Quell! Paxton Luke and - " Paxton blacked out.

There you have it! (well, sort of.) We know that Paxton is a Victor, but who will be crowned champion alongside him? Elle, or Peter? Was this the ending you expected? Why did Peter fall after throwing his knife at Elle. Whose cannon was it that ended the games? All of this will be answered soon, I just wanted to be evil and leave this at a cliff hanger.

Sorry, to Sloan, Damien, and Thalassa. All great fighters, and great characters. I really hated ending their stories.

Please, please, please review. I really want to know what you thought of these games. There is still more of this story to come. We need to know who survived! I'll try and have it posted soon. New poll up on my profile. Go vote.

- Sarah.