My response to The24

The24: Believe it or not, I did read the books. In this new games, I decided that they wouldn't use the trackers. Instead they would be watched through the cameras. It may sound confusing all the death orders, but I didn't wanted to focus so much on the other tributes. The main focus was on Katniss's entourage. I'm aware of all my mistakes and confussions this story has created for you and other readers. I'll do my best to avoid this in future stories. Anyway, if you don't liked the story then stop reading it. And thank you for your honesty.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games.

(Katniss p.o.v)

As the sun rises, a canon sounds. We abruptly wake up expecting to hear a scream. We don't.

Kate is gone.

Now there are only 8 tributes left.

I tell the others I'm going hunting. Since our food reserve is almost gone, none of them debates.

For the first time in a really long time, I can peacefully breath fresh air. My thoughts wonder mainly on my children. How are they? Where are they?

And for the first time in a really long time, I wonder what has possibly happened to Peeta. I can't imagine him dead, but at the same time I can't imagine him alive. If he is dead, then the only people whose lives are on my hands are Harry and Lisa. If he is alive, then there will be 3 people.

I don't even remember when the arrow catched a squirrel or when I got to the other tributes.

After all, I was thinking of my family.

Time passes unfairly long that we all consider do Johanna's plan.

That was until the artificial sunlight went off.

This wasn't literal. The fake sun that surrounded the arena was gone. It should be day, but now it seems like night. I can't almost recognize my silhouette in the shadows.

"Guys, I have a bad feeling about this", I think that was Harry.

My arms try to reach one of them but it results in vain.

"Do you think that the Game is suffering technical difficulties?", Lisa's question is what guides me to them.

"Or they just simply want to make more difficult our survival", says Haymitch.

The canon sounds.

Now we are only 7.

And soon, 6.

"Let's keep going", I announce them "I would recommend you to held each others arms".

A hand keeps the grip in my arm as we walk through the dark.

I decide to ask if they are all there. Thankfully, they all answer.

Suddenly, the lights return.

It's been a pretty long while since everything was dark. No one else has die, yet.

"Dear tributes, 15 tributes have died. 9 have managed to survive. When only 6 stand, get ready to leave alive"

That's what they say. Does that mean that only 6 tributes are going to survive? I also wonder why the tributes have died so fast. It's not like they were expert assassins, at least that's far of what I know.

During the night, the fake moon doesn't appears. So, right now, the only thing I can see is dark. Reaching until the very last corner of this place. And our souls.

Paranoia takes over my body. I'm not able to push it away from me.

"…When only 6 stand, get ready to leave alive"

"…get ready to leave alive"

"Alive"

That's when I discover a possible message hiding inside that message. But disgrace seems to be chasing us since the Games started and my consciousness slips away like water in my hands.

My head is resting on a soft pillow. I'm no longer in a tree. I'm in a comfortable bed. This is my and Peeta's room. If he isn't dead though…

"Mommy?", my child calls.

"Peter", I sigh in fatigue. But the happiness is noticeable in my voice.

"Where were you, mom?", Peter approaches to the bed to lie down with me. His small head rests in my lap. Peter tiny hands hug my body.

I softly brush his hair," Far, really far from here".

He lifts his head and looks at me," Was dad there with you?"

" Yes, but I didn't saw him so much".

My fingers get tangled in his messy and blonde hair. I wish my daughter and Peeta could be her, like that, I would completely feel I'm at home. Guess I'll have to shape with my son. Although I can't really complain.

It's funny how the horrible things last long and the beautiful things last shorter.

I didn't wanted to wake up. But I sadly did. The fake sun was up in the fake place. Great.

"I have been thinking about the message they left us when we were only 9 tributes", I draw the others attention.

They are waiting for me to talk, except for Haymitch since he is sleeping. We will tell him later. Sure, if we aren't dead by then.

"They said that we should get prepare to leave alive when only 6 tributes stand", they nod , I was going to continue, but suddenly I remember that we are being watched. There are cameras near the area recording our movements and sounds. I retract my idea to tell them my theory and create another," I think that maybe that means that only 6 tributes are winning this Games. So we should watch more closely our backs to avoid getting killed. Because right now, we might be 6 vs 1, but we don't know all his or hers strategies. When they told us to be prepared, is to win and don't get killed."

Because of the looks on their faces, I suppose they had already taught about that and were really surprise to hear me say something so obvious.

As expected, Haymitch also considered this idea. I may look like a freak to them, but at least they won't die. At least I will do something to stop that. I hope so…

A day has already passed away and no one has died. I'm trying to figure out the riddle they have placed us during this 24 hours. Arena similar to a wrecked District 12, fast deaths, successful(as far as we know) escape plans, mind-breaking messages, irregular lights going on and off, a death ocurring when everything was dark, and no deaths in 1 day. Only a person from the Capitol wouldn't find that suspicious.

We are about to eat when the lights go off.

The canon sounds. Again.

We are 6.

And we aren't prepared.