barbarella- 1980: Thank you(: Very kind.

ILoafPeeta3: Your welcome! And thank you! And it was probably my favorite chapter too, mostly because Gale is just so much fun to write about! And look at(;

Warning: Language. Blood & Gore.

I know you're dead before you even hit the ground. That's what an arrow in your head does to you, I guess. We are champions! What's more thrilling to the crowd than watching a brother and sister being thrown into the Hunger Games? Well, maybe lovers. Pathetic.

Remember, we were supposed to make it through until the end. That's what we do. We win. We are tough, cold, hard, calculating... The list goes on! District 1 was finally beginning to be acknowledged as a district to be taken seriously, instead of just Capitol rejects.

But, none of that matters. Not anymore.

Your blood gushes out of you, forming a pool of red foam around your body. Your eyes are still open, the same dark blue irises, like mine, stare out at nothing. Your once beautiful blonde hair is now stained a dark red, and your head is dented and jutting out in different directions because of the arrow. God, I hate death.

No, I don't. I just don't like you being dead.

I thought that sleeping with the Captiol's men would save us. I really, truly did. Snow told me that we would be safe, that no harm would come to us, if I just took some sacrifices. I guess surviving the Hunger Games wasn't enough. You always told me that you never liked the man, and I should have believed you. And now look at this mess. Wait. Nevermind, you're dead. You can't.

I see the axe coming towards me and I don't even bother to get out of the way. I feel it lodge itself deep into my chest, and I don't feel anything. I just can't believe it. An axe. A stupid. Fucking. Axe. And do you want to know who threw it? Johanna. Fucking. Mason. That whore from District 7. Remember that time I called her that to her face? And then she spit on me and actually had the nerve to say, "Look who's talking." I didn't mind her that much after that, but she was still a bitch.

My mouth tastes like iron, and I fall. But, I'm not that mad. I don't mind dying now. There's no point in going on. You were -are- my brother, and I promise that I will follow you, no matter where you go.

And there it is. I feel like I do this almost every time I update, but...I apologize for my sucky updating schedule. I have been mildly obsessed with the Avengers lately, (and by mildly I mean the complete opposite). But, seriously, I am going to find out whoever picked the actors for that movie and send them flowers every day for the rest of my life. I don't think I have ever seen such a beautiful cast.

Okay, I'm gonna shut up now about the Avengers. This the Hunger Games and they have Josh Hutcherson and Liam Hemsworth...

You guys know how this works(:

xoxo