"After interest in the Games drops to an all time low, President Snow is determined to regain the once amazing popularity. Twelve tributes. One 'arena.' And one game-changing twist. Welcome to the 80th Hunger Games, the Rebirth."

~ The Rebirth Games ~

Chapter Eleven:

Things Go Bump At Night

Of course everyone has a different say on the situation. Everyone goes to see Mara's body, no one dares touch her though. Of course not. But of course everyone has to point fingers.

"This is clearly a lovely performance from Danix, but why can't you all just understand that he killed her?" Celia calls out, patting the bun on top of her head.

"And why would I kill my own friend?" I ask. "I don't know what friends mean to you.."

"Well then you weren't friends. Obviously."

"But we were.."

"Oh, forget it!" Tren interrupts. "If there's anyone in this room that killed her, it's probably you."

"And why would I kill her? Actually, why would I kill anyone?"

Tren gives a grin. "I have a better question. Why is there a dead girl in the bathroom and why are the Gamemakers making us figure out who did it?" Celia looks confused, words unable to come from her lips, but then she eventually replies.

"I'm going to my room. Leave me alone. Livvy, come with me to tuck me in."

Livvy's eyes almost pop from their sockets. "Why me?! I mean, okay.. But why me?!"

"Because you're the only mentally unstable one in here - minus Crazy - and I know I can totally trick you into doing what I want you to do. Now let's hit it!" Livvy obediently follows her up the stairs and straight to Celia's room.

"I think you would do good with a bit of sleep yourself.." Tren whispers in my ear. "You need it.."

"I think so too. I've been up all night thinking about the Games.. I'm gonna sleep for days."

"Days is better than nothing," Are adds in with a smile. "You'll be just fine. Try and block the memories out."

"Sure thing."

Tren grabs my hand and guides me like a toddler past the others. I catch glimpse of Crazy and he glares at me with his beady eyes, like some insane creature. I wait for him to say something, but he doesn't. He was creepy on the hovercraft and he's still creepy now. And just like Destiny said, it's pretty clear that he hates speaking.

"I'll be back in a second," Tren says, heading towards the kitchen. "Just continue on."

I reach my room, lay down on the bed and Tren comes in just a minute later. And the large butcher knife in her hand as she shuts the door stands out instantly. "What is that for?" I ask, crawling back towards the wall.

"Don't worry," she assures me. "I'm not going to kill you.. It's for protection."

"Protection?"

"Yup. Can't let you live in this house without defense when someone has been murdered and most of them out there are freaks. Keep it under your pillow." She hands it to me and I'm taken aback by it's weight. I feel like I have so much power. Too much power. And my pain for Mara only feels worse now that I know what she had to see and feel.

"Who do you think killed her?" I ask.

"I don't know.." she whispers. "All we can do now is wait and see what happens, I guess." She pauses, taking my hand and looking at me. I look back at her and she slowly begins to lean in. Naturally, I lean in to and we begin to get closer. Then she suddenly draws back and coughs.

"Get some sleep." She leaves the room and closes the door behind her.

I rest my head on my pillow and gently shut my eyes. All I can think about is her face. Her cheeks. Her eyes. Her lips. The way she looked at me, so precious and innocent. She could never harm a fly. Or could she? She's the one I've known for the longest and I have never noticed anything off. All I can do is hope that she's not the one. The one who killed one of my friends. The one who killed Mara.

The Gamemakers sit in their circular formation, around the layers of ringed tables. They all stare at the holographic image floating in the center of the room as it flashes to each of the tributes sleeping every twenty seconds. Umbree stands at the top of the stairs, a huge smile on her face.

"This is going so well," she says. "Stage one of your mission is complete and you've done so successfully..." She turns and faces the lone being standing right beside her. "Are you ready for your next part?"

The person nods their head.

"Good," Umbree continues. "Time to get you suited up."

I feel like I've only been sleeping for seconds, but it appears to be hours. Out the window is nothing but darkness, snow and a pale crescent moon in the sky. But that's not my main focus. My main focus is the tapping noise that echoes throughout the room. I jump up from my pillow and lean forward, staying completely frozen and silent as the noise stops.

I wait for a few more seconds, then put my head back down on the pillow and close my eyes. But then I hear something else. Another tap. This time it's louder and it sounds... closer to me. I leap up, look around the dark of the room as my vision is blurred. Do I see someone standing at the door? Is it my eyes playing tricks on me? I cannot tell. But then I hear yet another tap, this time further away from me. I stand up from my bed and see the shadow by the door has vanished, but in its place is another noise; the tapping is coming from the door.

I pick up the knife Tren gave me from the small table beside the bed and I step forward. Another tap, another pounding of my heart. I reach my hand out for the doorknob, twist it and raise my knife into the air. I yank the door open and stare out into the hallway; nothing. There's absolutely nothing there. Not even the noises are here to scared me shitless no longer.

I sigh, closing my eyes from the tiredness and taking a second of rest. Once I close the door, I let out a quiet yawn and stand around aimlessly admiring the shiny blade in my hand. That's when I hear the rustling from behind me. My eyes flick open, I spin around and I see who is probably Mara's murderer burst out from the closet armed with their very own knife.

Author's Note:

Oh damn.. OH DAMN! HOLY HAM!

Hello everyone! Welcome to Chapter Eleven of The Rebirth Games: Things Go Bump At Night! Such a fitting title!

So the major thing that happened was that ending... And I can officially confirm that whoever Umbree was talking to in the Control Room for the Gamemakers was the person at the end inside Danix's closet. ;D

Who is it though? Only time will tell. :)

So what are you thinking of the Games so far?! Trust me, this is only the beginning of the fun and action... Get ready for chaos!

If you have some time, let me know what you thought of this chapter in a review! If you leave a review, I'd love if you told me these two things: who your favorite character is (except Danix) and who you think Mara's murderer is! ;D

These are probably the two most important questions of the entire story. You'll understand why eventually. ;)

So there we have it! Eleven is down... Twelve is up next! What do you think is going to happen with Danix and the cliffhanger?! Stay tuned to find out!

Thank you all so much for reading, byeeeee! :D

(P.S, if you're thinking 'MockingClove! What on Earth are these Games?! They don't make sense at all! What is happening?!', don't worry. That just means you're thinking the way I want you to think c:)