You're all probably gonna hate me for being such a romance ruiner.

At that happy note, let's begin.. Enjoy..


'You useless fool!' Savannah's inner voice scolded her. 'Drake just got stabbed and all you can do is SCREAM!'

Nevertheless she kept screaming. Already she could see Maver advancing towards her, though he was cringing at how shrill her scream was. She forced her lungs to take in some air, her screams turning into whimpers. No, she refuses to go down screaming. The love of her life had just been stabbed –and he's probably dead by now, in front of her eyes. The least she could do is put up a good fight. She swung her bow, stringing in one of her arrows set for explosives and boomerang maneuver. Even if the arrow missed, the explosion should kill Maver off.


He tried getting up, but simply couldn't. Drake was losing too much blood, and fast. Though his vision was blurry, he could still make out Savannah with her arrow ready to fly and Maver advancing towards her like a stealthy panther. He moved his arm slightly to the left, and his hand came across his dart gun. Brilliant! He could use it while Maver is distracted. It was risky though. Drake would only have one shot, and if he flunked that shot, Maver would definitely come after him. Summoning up his last reserves of energy, he propped himself up on one elbow. Savannah noticed this –he could tell at how her eyes widened in shock, but didn't take her eyes off Maver. He caught her eye, and an unspoken message passed between them. "Don't shoot the arrow. Not till I give the signal."

Silently, he raised the dart gun and aimed it at Maver. He gave a nod to Savannah, and she let her arrow fly. It flew, straight and true, faster than any other ordinary arrows. Even Maver had a difficult time dodging it, but he did, and he snickered arrogantly. His happiness was short-lived though, as he then felt a prick on his shoulder. "What in the world?" He grappled around, trying to find the thing that had pricked him.

It was one of those poison darts.

Before he could say or do anything, the arrow that he had dodged swerved back towards him. This time, as the poison had disoriented him, he wasn't fast enough to dodge it. The arrow reached its target, and blew up.

BOOM! Maver Crood, D1 boy, eliminated.

Bits of flesh and blood sprayed everywhere, adding the last macabre touch to the clearing. Savannah scrambled towards Drake, who was now lying in a pool of his own blood. She placed his head on her lap, pushing strands of hair out of his face. "No, no, no. Don't die. Please. Stay with me."

Drake opened his mouth to speak, and remembered of his curse. He scowled. He wasn't going to let any curse stop him now. He strained hard, willing his voice to come out. Until at last, he coughed out droplets of blood, and wheezing noises came out.

"Can y-you, hear m-me?" he wheezed. Savannah wiped the tears flowing down her cheeks. "Yeah, yeah of course I can."

"That stupid Hazard, taking my voice away from me. I never got a chance to tell you this Sav, but I think you're the most beautiful girl in the world. Just the sight of you leaves me breathless. Even the beauty of the stars and the moon combined cannot hope to compare with yours. I love you, will always do. My time here is limited; I have only minutes left. So please, picture me as a healthy boy, not some guy drowning in his own blood. If I had asked you to be my girl then, what would you have said?"

"Just this." With that, Savannah leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. She tasted the slightly salty, metallic taste of blood. Though she should have felt only sorrow, a tiny, sudden burst of joy flared in her heart. She lingered on the kiss a while longer, treating Drake as if he was made of china. Unable to take it anymore, she pulled away from him and broke down, sobbing her heart out.

"Don't cry. Don't cry," Drake whispered, stroking her hair tenderly. It was ironic; she should be the one comforting him. "If you ever feel lost or alone, know that I'll always be watching you from above. I'll always be with you. You can think of me as your guardian angel. So don't cry. Don't cry."

She nodded, her sobs quieting down. "Want me to tell you a little story?" Drake asked. "I'd love to hear it, Drake. But you should save your energy," Savannah whispered. He frowned, "I wouldn't mind wasting my energy on you. So here goes.

"See, there was this little boy. He grew up in a broken family, not knowing the meaning of love. He had no friends either, and he would spend hours playing by himself in the golden fields." Drake paused to cough. Savannah shot him a concerned look, but he waved it away. "And then when he was 6, a woman with flaming red-hair approached him, a wolf disguised in sheep's clothing. She deceived the little boy, and kidnapped him. He wasn't sad, really, to be taken away from his home. There was no one who cared for him anyway. But he was terrified. Any 6 year old kid would. He was thrown into a dark, dark room, filled with 25 other kids whimpering in fright. And in there, he met the most beautiful girl in the world."

Drake sighed happily, eyes glazed. "All fair skin, wild eyes and raven hair. Left me standing there with my mouth open like a doofus." Savannah chuckled half-heartedly.

"Do you know who she is?" Drake asked.

"I do, but I'd like to hear you say it."

"It's you. We're destined to be together, I tell you. We just didn't get a happy ending this time. In the next life though, when we have been reborn into a better world, we'll get it for sure. I know it."

Drake coughed again, and blood splattered on his shirt. When he spoke again, his voice was barely a whisper. "Win this thing for me Sav. Promise me."

"Yeah, yeah of course. I promise." Savannah nodded her head vigorously, emphasizing her point.

"And promise me that you won't cry anymore."

"Shush now." She gripped Drake's hand, watching sadly as his eyelids began to close, slowly, slowly.

BOOM! Drake Oblivion, D11 boy, eliminated

Savannah couldn't help it. Alone she sat there for hours, as waves of grief crashed upon her again and again, sobs racking her petite frame.


Third Person P.O.V, The Victors

"We got a hit!" Johanna cried, pointing to her sensor device which was beeping like crazy.

"About time," Peeta nodded, grim. "Where exactly?"

"50 metres North from here."

"Well, let's get a move on then! There are only 5 kids left!" Katniss cried out impatiently.

"Look Kat, I know you want to save those kids, but we should tread carefully. For all we know, traps could be set out everywhere. It would be pointless if we were to die too."

Katniss flushed with anger, "I don't care! Those kids need us Johanna, and they need us fast. Every minute, every second counts. I'm not about to take my own sweet time, only to get there and find there are no more kids left to be saved!"

"I am not asking you to take your own sweet time!" Johanna hissed, furious. "I'm asking you to be careful! You and your hotheadedness! I won't be surprised if you'll get us all killed!"

Katniss opened her mouth, and closed it again. She turned around and stalked off angrily, leaving the others staring behind her.

"That was harsh, Jo," Peeta commented.

"I was simply stating a fact, Bread Boy. Now quit goggling around and pick up the pace! Mockingjay there might get lost, stalking off by herself."


Third Person P.O.V, The Games

Cyan knew what she had said –that she'd let trouble find her. She just didn't expect it'd find her that quick. "Block, Shinigami!"

Azura's red-hot sword came crashing down on the death scythe, the sound produced ear-splitting. Using her unique ability, Cyan controlled the movements of the other sword. She could feel it trying to break free of her mind's iron grip. She shuddered; the sword was freezing cold.

Azura's expression turned into that of confusion. Her ice sword was heavy, not moving the way she wanted it to be. She realized with a start that this was the girl she had heard other tributes whispering about. Master of the Weapons, they had called her. Is this girl actually controlling her sword? But that's impossible! Then again, this was Hazard's inventions they were talking about. Azura smiled bitterly. Nothing is impossible to him.

She parried with Cyan using her fire sword, but Cyan handled the scythe remarkably well, and it was impossible to even touch her. It almost seemed like the scythe was alive. Suddenly, Azura heard a crack and cried out in surprise as her ice sword broke into a million tiny pieces. Cyan stood a few feet away from her, a satisfied smile plastered on her face, her breath coming in loud pants. Azura gulped nervously, fear already striking her heart. Her sword had been broken from the inside out, by the other girl's mind. No doubt she could do it again to her other sword if she wanted to.

Before that could happen Azura charged, yelling as she did so. The scythe blocked her sword from hurting Cyan again, but this time she willed her sword to give out extra heat. Shinigami sent out a distress signal to Cyan's mind, and Cyan had no choice but to pull away. Thrilled she found a crack in her defense, Azura stroke again and again, leaping left to right gracefully, her sword blazing. Cyan clucked her tongue disapprovingly when the tip of the sword passed inches from her face. The sword was too hot for Cyan's mind to control, therefore, she had no means to stop it.

"Shinigami! I need you! Activate Code Red!"

"Code Red: Activated."

Shinigami shuddered, and Cyan could feel something unusual taking place within. "Rest assured Master. I will finish her off. Release me, and I will proceed to do so immediately."

Cyan did as she was told, and Shinigami took off flying towards Azura, who couldn't believe what she was seeing. The scythe was alive, and it was about to kill her. Azura was a formidable fighter, but she was no match for Shinigami. Before long, her fire sword fell clattering on the ground, leaving her defenseless.

"No," she whispered.

With a quick swipe, Shinigami beheaded her. Blood squirted out like a fountain, painting the ground red.

BOOM! Azura Angelique, D4 girl, eliminated

"Deactivate Code Red," Cyan huffed, exhausted. The activation of Code Red had required tremendous energy. She won't be able to fight effectively any time soon.

"Code Red: Deactivated."

All of a sudden, the Shinigami's sensors beeped like crazy. "We'll be expecting company soon Master."

"Shit," Cyan cursed. She was much too tired to walk, much less fight. She might lose her life if a tribute was to attack in her current condition. "We gotta run. Now!"

Then came the ringing sound of metal slicing through air. There was a dull thud, as a knife embedded itself to a tree trunk beside Cyan. "I don't think so, Master of Weapons," drawled a voice that sent shivers run down Cyan's spine. The title she had been so proud of sounded like mockery coming out of the other girl's mouth. Alicia Carstairs, her jacket lined with an impressive array of throwing knives. "I'm afraid you'll be staying here, entertaining me."


Does the story feel a little rushed? Sorry for that.

Special thanks to DauntlessClove for your much appreciated review. I'll try my best to include more information on the characters. :D

I'm going back to school next week, so update schedules will return back to normal -once a week.