Up in the Capitol somewhere at the gamemaker centre, it was chaos.

"Wait what?"

"What's happening?!"

"Who turned out the lights?"

"SHUT UP!" a shrill high-pitched voice suddenly pierced the room. "SOMEBODY TELL ME WHAT IS GOING ON."

The room went quiet. Everyone was terrified of Pointy, the rather flat-headed head gamemaker with the hot temper.

"Uh… th- there's been a problem with the, uh, power system. Sir. The power has deactivated in the Arena and there's no electricity." said an unimportant side character who's actually more of an extra for exposition purposes.

Pointy the head game maker's nose began to flare up and his face began to turn red. "BAHA is that all?"

"Uh…"

"I'm going back to bed."

"Sir if the electricity's down, then the tributes could escape!"

Pointy thought this through for a long time but halfway through he got bored and fell asleep, standing up.

"Mr Pointy?"

Suddenly the assistant head game maker spoke up in annoyance. "Forget this guy! Just tell the tributes we did it on purpose."

Boris lay on the ground for a second.

"AHEM," the loudspeaker crackled to life. "WE UH, DECIDED TO MAKE IT A NIGHT TIME CHALLENGE. THIS TOTALLY ISN'T A MALFUNCTION. Yeah… Oh and FLOYDILOVEYOUYOU'REMYFAVOURITETRIBUTEEVERBYE!"

Then it was silent.

"Stupid phone!" A voice screamed - Lim's voice.

"Lim?" She called weakly. He came into focus, standing meters away. Morris was still unconscious. The screen light illuminated his face eerily; the only source of light in the arena.

"Wait…" Boris squinted. "What is that on your face?" There was a strange, disgusting looking bushy horizontal line above Lim's eyes.

"I HATE THE STUPID WIFI IN THIS STUPID PLACE!" Lim ranted, ignoring her. "IT WONT EVEN LOAD TINDER."

"You're on tinder?"

"Um no I meant tumblr."

"Riiiightt." Boris said, then whispered. "You'll never get anyone to swipe right with that overgrown slug on your face."

Lim turned to the sky. "WHY ARE YOU TORTURING US?!"

"Shut up!" Boris had a headache. "First world problems!"

Lim looked at the direction Boris' voice was coming from. "Not having internet is a third world problem."

Boris blinked. "What? Some third world countries don't even have internet?"

"Exactly, third world problem."

"That's not how first world problems work!"

"That's why it's a third world problem."

"Aren't you supposed to be captured?" Boris suggested.

"Oh yeah…" Lim dropped the phone and proceeded to tie himself up. The phone screen shattered on the ground and plunged Boris' surroundings back into darkness.

"Oi get up Moris." Boris said to her sister. There was silence before Morris stirred.

"You think I'm going to trust you?" Came Morris's cold voice.

"?" Boris questioned.

"You were going to betray me!" Morris ranted.

"Moris, I-I-I wasn't really going to…"

"Oh sure you weren't! You pinky swore!"

"Moris, I-"

"AND STOP CALLING ME MORIS!" Morris screamed. "IT'S MORRIS! WITH TWO R'S."

"You beg my pardon? Well excuse you for being so rude," Boris said sarcastically. "Moriss."

Morris screamed.

"Oh sorry Morus, did that offend you?" Boris gloated.

"SHUT UP!"

"Mohras."

"HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF I CALLED YOU BORRISS?"

"Mjorijss."

"Bore-is."

"MMNERUSS."

"BAHRAST."

"MNENENEME!"

"BLUERGHBLEGH!"

Suddenly they were interrupted by a ear-piercing groan. "Ahhhh! My guts! My guts! They're- they're spilling out!" a male voice called out into the darkness. The twins couldn't see who it was but it sounded like one of the Careers that were allied with Floyd.

"Did I just kill Mymom?" a familiar voice muttered to herself - Floyd's voice. The thump of a body and the boom of the cannon echoed in response. "Dang it."

Again the conjoined twins heard the sharp sound of poking and a scream in response. "You idiot! I'm on your side! It's..."

Before he could finish, the poor victim fell to the floor and died. The cannon boomed.

"Dang it." Floyd muttered again.

"Quick! She's trying to take advantage of the dark and kill us!" Morris quietly spat into her sister's ear.

"Idiot, how could she have not located us from when we were yelling like 15 lines ago?" Boris spat back.

"Maybe because her siamese twin keeps spitting in her ear which is affecting her hearing!" Morris fumed. "Look, we gotta quickly get out of here while it's still dark."

The twins began to run away as stealthily as they could as they heard Floyd's footsteps shuffle in the darkness behind them. After a reasonable distance away, Boris spoke up. "Wait what about Lim?"

"Who."

"We can't just leave him there, Floyd's captured him." The girl replied.

"Boris, this isn't Friendship Games, nor is it Teamwork Games. This is the oddly named Hunger Games which is Australian for 'every man for themselves'."

Boris sighed. "Yeah you're right."

"Besides," Morris said. "Even if we do form an alliance, we'll have to kill him if we wanna live."

Suddenly Boris had a thought. "Wait, what happens when it comes down to the two of us?"

"We'll flip a coin." Morris fingered a coin, which was her token from home, in her pocket. Little did Boris know it was a double-headed coin.