First of all; I'm sorry about the late update. I didn't have any time at all. But here it is! Thanks for all the reviews :) Please read and review, enjoy! All characters belong to Suzanne Collins except for Eden Trinket.

Effie opened her eyes as she felt something holding onto her leg. She looked down at her feet tiredly She saw a slithering vine that was trying to climb onto her leg and she ripped it off with a gasp. No success; the vine immediately grasped onto her ankle again. She had to think quick, she knew that. She took a knife from her belt and cut through the vine; its grip weakened and it fell off. "What in heavens was that..?" she whispered to herself and turned to Eden. His leg was fully covered in the vines that were trying to get a hold of his throat sooner or later. "Eden, wake up!" she cried and tried to cut through them, failing as the vines grabbed her knife and her wrists.

"Eden!" she cried, now louder. Eden woke up, pretty startled as he took in his surroundings. The vines covering his body, trying to pump the air out of him, and his sister, desperately trying to break free. When her knife was ripped out of her hand, she wanted to bite through the vines to cut them loose. "Don't do that!" Eden yelled. "I have to!" Effie sneered. Eden shook his head impatiently. "I'll try grabbing one of your knives, alright? Calm down." He slipped his arm through the vines, trying to reach Effie's belt. He grabbed one of the knives just yet, and cut through the vines that were holding onto Effie's arms and hair. It was moments like this she kind of missed her wigs. Effie stood up quickly and took the knife from Eden. But before she could get him free, the vines pulled onto his leg, dragging him into the forest.

Effie didn't have to think twice. She ran after him, following the track of broken twigs, moved sand and the occasional yell coming from her brother. As he came into sight she jumped forward, grabbing onto the vines that had now reached his throat. Eden frantically tried to pull them away, to keep breathing. Effie took her knife and cut through the vines as fast as she could, so that they couldn't grab onto her arms again, and pulled Eden to his feet. Hugging him tightly. "See, that's why we usually take shifts sleeping." Eden said. Effie responded with something between a grin and a sob, holding him even tighter. "We shouldn't celebrate too fast, though." Effie said as she looked over Eden's shoulder. The vines had healed quickly and now, there were even more of them, towering over the two tributes. Eden followed her sister's gaze. "I suggest we run."

Haymitch fingernails dug into the plush sofa as the two ran, the vines following them at high speed. He had had to be in the control room at 5, which was now half an hour ago. Plutarch hadn't called him to complain yet, so he stayed where he had mostly been in this past week; on the sofa, in his pajamas. He was extremely tired by now; thin lines where showing around his eyes, and the yellowish tint of his skin had gotten worse because of the lack of alcohol in his system. He didn't even seem to mind. Katniss and Peeta had woken up early, unable to sleep, and sat next to him on the sofa. Katniss may have shown her disgust for the former escort, but even Haymitch could see she did care. Effie could annoy you to no end, but if it hadn't been for her, Haymitch would've died from alcohol poisoning already.

Katniss looked at her fingers. They were intertwined with Peeta's. The deaths of Flavius and Octavia had been rough for her. Seeing how Effie had made it this far in the Games had surprised her. The lady who had always been so prim and proper in her high heels and tailored dresses. The gullible woman who had thought coal would turn to pearl if you put enough pressure on it… she was in there, and she made it to the final three. The fact that Effie had cried over the deaths of all her allies still showed her familiar vulnerability. Katniss looked over at the screen. Eden and Effie were running in the high green grass of the meadow, followed by these living, slithering vines.

The vines hadn't stopped in the tree line. They followed the tributes through to grass of the meadow, in which they were almost invisible, straight to the Cornucopia. Effie was quickly out of breath and stumbled over her own feet. "Eden, help!" she cried out. The vines grabbed her by her leg. They were stronger and faster than before. She felt her skin… burning? She let out a blood-curling scream as the apparently toxic vines burned the skin on her leg away. Eden turned around and stabbed the vines, so that they let go, getting burned himself in the process. He pulled Effie up and put her on his back, running the last mile to the Cornucopia. "Climb!" Eden said as they arrived. Effie nodded, stretched out her arms to reach for the edge of the Cornucopia and pulled herself up. "Hurry up," Effie said and reached for Eden's hand. Eden also pulled himself up, avoiding the vines.

Effie felt sleep slowly wash over her as she looked at the starry night sky. Which was strange, because the sun should have risen by now. The vines disappeared and Eden finally relaxed. "We're safe here." Eden said. Effie nodded slowly and fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes, ignoring the burning pain in her leg.

She woke up to the deafening sound of Panem's anthem. She covered her ears and let out a groan of frustration, opening her eyes. "Ladies and gentlemen, the victor of the 76th and final Hunger Games: Euphemia Trinket!" Claudius Templesmith's voice called out. What? Effie turned around to ask Eden what was going on, but he wasn't there. She bolted upright. "Eden?" No answer. She looked over the edge of the Cornucopia. Nothing. Where did he go? What happened?

A hovercraft appeared above her head. This can't be true, Effie thought. He can't be dead. This is all a dream. She knew she couldn't fool herself. This was not a dream. It was as real as it could be. She placed her hands on the sides of her head and screamed. She screamed and screamed until people came out of the hovercraft to pull her in. She struggled against them. Ready to kick, slap, scratch or bite everyone who was coming close to her. She felt a needle in her neck, relaxed immediately and let everyone around her disappear as everything went black.