14! I hope you like it; this chapter kind of broke my heart. Please read and review, (thanks again for all the reviews!) and enjoy! All characters belong to Suzanne Collins except for Felix in this chapter.

Felix was heavily wounded. He was skewered through the throat; barely breathing. Effie had a hard time containing her tears. Eden lay Felix in Effie's arms, touched by how much Effie cared for this young boy without even really knowing him. Effie sat down with her back against the tree and placed Felix's head in her lap. She stroked his hair softly. She though it was unfair. Her head was pounding with the thousands of unanswered questions. Why did he have to die? Why did anyone have to die? Did this really make the rebels feel better? Revenge? Is that what they had always wanted?

She was shaken out of her thoughts by Felix' soft voice. "Do you want to sing for me?" she could make out of it. Effie nodded; half-smiling, half-crying. Eden sat down next to the two and put his arm around Effie's shoulder. She thought of a song. Katniss had taught her one, she remembered. She knew everyone in the districts hated her voice -her accent, above all- but her mother had always told her she had a soothing voice when it came to singing. The first words came out shakily, but her voice grew more steady as the song progressed.

"Deep in the meadow, under the willow.
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow.
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes.
And when you awake, the sun will rise."

She sniffed once and let her hand rest on the boy's cheek. She continued;

"Here it's safe, here it's warm
Here the daisies guard you from harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you."

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as she heard the cannon. Three.

"NO!" Haymitch threw the glass of water he held in his hand at the television screen. Staying sober enough for Effie had been his priority over the past few days. He had taken the day off to watch the Games in the viewing room. It had been hard seeing Octavia die. He wasn't really close to her or anything, but they had talked every once in a while. He knew Katniss was a close friend of Octavia's. She had walked off as soon as she had heard the cannon and had locked herself up in her room. Not even Peeta could come in. Now this boy died, this little boy Effie cared about without a clear reason why. And he had done it. He killed the boy. Effie would kill him for this if she knew.

He watched as Effie sang to the boy and stroked his hair. Like he was her own son, so lovingly. The sound of the cannon was like a stab in the heart. He saw Effie closing her eyes. Eden wrapping his arms around her. But she didn't cry. Instead she got angry; real angry. She broke free from her brother's embrace and looked up to the sky. "He's dead!" she yelled to no one in particular and pointed at the boy. "He's dead! This is what you wanted right?!" She stood up and started laughing like mad person. "Effie, calm down!" Eden shushed her. She ignored him and spread her arms. "I hope you're happy now! I also hope you realize what you just did." She dropped her arms and fell to her knees, next to the boy. "Damnit." she whispered, not caring about her language in the least. Eden walked up to her and pulled her to her feet as a hovercraft appeared to take Felix' body away.

"This is it then," Effie whispered as the photos of the three dead tributes appeared in the sky at midnight. They had walked towards the edge of the arena again. There were still three of them. Tax, Eden and Effie. Two of them would be dead in the next 24 hours, Effie knew that. And the Victor was either going to be Eden or Tax. Eden bit on his lip, thinking deeply. "I think Tax will come to look for us soon." he said. "Well? Stay positive, Eden. We're with two, he's alone. And you're pretty good." Effie chirped, trying to get some positivity into his dark mood. "You know what I mean, little one." Eden grumbled. "If we kill him, what happens to us?" Effie shrugged. "One of us will die soon enough. We don't have to kill each other, you know." It stayed silent. Effie didn't need a response anyway. They liked that, sometimes. Silence. It meant they had time to think about things. Effie thought about Katniss and Peeta. What were they doing right now? What thoughts filled their waking hours? Were they alright? And then, of course, Haymitch. She wanted to contact him, in some way. There was still a possibility that she would never see him again.

She crawled over to the spot where Haymitch had become a victor and looked around. The sky was clear, filled with thousands and thousands of bright, shining stars. She then looked at the ground beneath her. It was sand. She could write something in it to contact Haymitch! The idea made her smile. But it shouldn't be too obvious, she stated. He had to recognize it. Only him. A drawing, maybe. She then thought of something ridiculous that she knew only Haymitch would recognize. It could appear as just a dumb drawing, but it almost embodied their relationship.

She gathered the sand around her and started drawing lines in the sand with her finger tips. A bottle of liquor. It looked good, and recognizable. She continued drawing, now using her knife, to make the lines more precise. This time it was a lipstick stain on the bottle. Perfect. "What are you doing, little one?" Eden asked and scooted over next to Effie. "What does this look like?" Effie asked, just out of curiosity. "Let's see… Hmm… It looks like a bottle of booze with lips on it or something." Eden shook his head. "Are you drunk, Effie? This makes no sense." "Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm just bored, you know? I'm trying to entertain myself." Dangerous move, she would find that out later.

Eden raised his eyebrows and then turned away, yawning. "Come on, you need some sleep too." "I think you need it more that I do." Effie grinned. "Just… let me stay out here for a while." Eden nodded. "Whatever you like, Eff." He stood up and headed for the tree line where they had set up their camp.

It was 4 in the morning and Haymitch was still awake, staring at the television screen, taking in Effie's drawing. What in the world was Trinket trying to do? He grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and started re-drawing it. A bottle, and… it looked like lips. Kind of. Lipstick, maybe. That would make sense. What could it mean? Then it hit him. The bottle, that could be him... The lipstick was be Effie... She had reached out to him! Haymitch looked at the screen again. Effie drew a tiny heart above the bottle, then removed the whole drawing with her hands, stood up and headed back to the tree line. Haymitch's heart missed a beat. Oh, how he hoped that she would be back soon.

Katniss came into the room. Her dressing gown wrapped around her. "Hello, sweetheart." Haymitch said. "What are you doing here so early?" Katniss sat down to him and shook her head. "Couldn't sleep." "I know the feeling." "How's Effie doing?" Katniss then asked. "Same." Haymitch shrugged. "The deaths of her friends have really upset her. She cried almost every time. So, emotionally, she's a wreck." Katniss nodded as Haymitch continued. "Physically, she looks really tired, she's got a few burns and cuts I guess, and the both of them are starving." "Why don't you send them any food, then?" Haymitch stared at the ceiling. "We don't have enough money for that anymore."

Katniss raised her eyebrows. "What do you mean, not enough money? Effie is so loved by the citizens of the Capitol!" "That's were you're wrong." Haymitch said and picked up his glass of water from the coffee table. "Most Capitolians see Trinket as a traitor. That's it. They refuse to sponsor her now." Katniss pursed her lips together. "That's terrible." she whispered and looked back at the television screen. Effie and Eden were both sleeping peacefully. They did certainly not expect the slithering vines that slowly took a hold of the tributes' legs; ready to kill.