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Day Eight-

Drew slide through the dew streaked bushes as day eight rose towards threw horizon. The soft light brought heat to his cold skin and dried his tears away from last night. The solitude of last night was hard for him to handle, he wasn't by himself since he was in the training room. Drew always had an alliance, a friend or a witty individual that would hang around him so he wasn't always alone. There were only five people left and four deaths left for him to be crowned and lave this godforsaken place. As the games went on since the first games this was the climax and the most insane things the capitol creates come around this time. Drew felt a pang in his stomach as black clouds roll their way towards the sun.

Connor was rocking back and forth he didn't think he would make it far as he thought. He shifted around and started around the arena as dark clouds covered the sky and thunder was sounded in the distance. He grabbed his pack and headed into the danger that was of this arena. Connor knew that today the capitol will be receiving their victor and this arena was going to turn into hell. Connor shifted through the fierce winds and the light drizzle of rain as he tries to find a tribute he can kill to bring him closer to victory.

Selina drew from her small alcove of Yalow bushes and relaxed as the comforting rain washed over her gritty skin. Selina came back from a bloodbath tribute to the final five and she was close to victory. She felt a tad bit of guilt that she didn't get fight the right way in the arena. Selina felt she was almost seen as pity or cheated to have not live through the torment that was the 100th hunger games. Selina feasted on three crackers and sipped lightly on water. She enjoyed the smell of rain and loved watching thunder storms, the lighting shifted to a strange color she had never seen green the lighting was green. Selina watched as it touches the ground and a spark emerges. She noticed the fire wasn't its usual reddish yellow color but it was black with the tips purple. The fire seemed playful like it seem not to burn anything in its path but it almost seemed to bound like a young puppy. She didn't trust it as it spun around her ankles and lashed its purple tentacles around her and the heat burned her skin and she tried to run away but it gripped her towards the ground. Selina felt her boots melting the melted boot was sticking against her skin and she cried with anguish.

"Ahh, Ahh" she screamed, the fire was twisting around her leg as her skin seemed to deplete and melt straight away. Selina grins her teeth to try to numb the pain away as the fire coursed its way up towards her throat, the pain was too mind blowing. She felt the heat burn her skin and burn her throat open as she cried from the pain. Selina knew she dying and she accepted it as it came over her face and she black out from all the pain that she was consumed it from the intense heat.

Moira rain through the slick pine needles as a cannon went off in the distance.

"Only four are left" she said silently as she slipped on the pine needles a sharp pain ran through her side as she landed on the hard ground. She rose slowly up as her breath was coming in shallow the thunder roared as she continued to walk until she ran right into Drew. Moira felt fear spike up her spine as he gave an intimidated look towards her and gripped his trident tightly. Moira knew she was dead for sure she knew his skills but he was always such a nice person from what she heard around the training. Drew released his look and felt safe when she was near him. Drew always felt that she was good person and he trusted her even though he never really got to know her.

"Alliance" said Moira as she looked away from him and felt her cheeks shift to a reddish pink color.

"Yea, until were the final two and you'll be a strong competitor to beat" said Drew as he wraps his arm around her waist. Drew and Moira head towards a safe clump of Yalow bushes when the smell of burning wood brought them to their sense as two thin lines of black and purple flamed tip fire raced across the dark green grass towards them. Moira and Drew sprinted towards a small meadow that held two other tributes as well.

Flint was busily washing the days away as black clouds raced around the sky and thunder boomed everywhere. Flint was pumped that today would be the final day. He was ready to bash some heads and was excited to feel the golden crown that would cover his head. Flint gathered his pack and his feathered whip as the stench of burning grass and wood entered into his naval cavity as the scent rushed over towards him. Flint squinted his eyes in the distance as he saw black and purple tipped fire rush over towards them. He ran when he watches the fire leap around and it tried to surround him, he rushed into a small brook as the fire rushed beside him. Flint was very nervous when he came towards a small meadow near a cornucopia and fire surrounds him in a small circle.

Connor was immediately running when he watch the fire struck its way around him and he runs towards the cornucopia. Connor could see another body and his fire path still on his heels creates another circle that surrounds the two of them. He listens intently and looks carefully at the weapon his enemy was carrying, he could tell a whip. Connor brought out his dagger when the sound of hard footsteps came towards the two of them.

Moira and Drew were surrounded by a huge wall of fire that seemed to push them closer to the other two tributes it surrounded. Moira was nervous as she grabbed her small sword and held on tight. She looked intently into Drew's eyes as he gripped his trident. The heat of the fire was intense as it seemed to singe the tips of her hair to form black tipped marks.

A knife was thrown as the sound of a gruff screaming was heard and a tribute fell as three more were prepared to finish this of as only one will have the odds in there favor.