Prolouge

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"We'll find him, Amber, I promised, and I intend to keep it."

"Mitch. It's the Hunger Games. I never wanted to say this, but, one of us aren't going to come out of that arena. Let alone find Jerome."

"But Amber! Your called a slayer for a reason! You can win this! I don't care if I die in that arena! Your going to come out victorious and find your brother and my best friend."

"That's the problem. I'm called a slayer because of a misunderstanding! It was an accident, I didn't mean to kill that man!"

"Can you kill?"

"Well yeah I guess but that doesn't mean I like doing it!"

"Doesn't matter if you like doing it or not. This is the hunger games. Your going to have to kill, and YOUR going to come out of that arena as the victor! That's final!"

"Mitch your not going to die. I won't allow it."

"Stop being so god damn stubborn! I don't care if I die! As long as you come out I'm fine with it!"

"No."

"Yes."

"MITCH. I can't afford to lose you! Even if I come out victorious what if I don't find Jerome?!"

"You will."

"Mitch, please. Your the last person I have on this planet that gives me hope."

That's when his eyes softened. My last hope, my last motivation, the last person on this planet that I still know is alive that makes me believe, the last person that gives me faith. His lips parted as he spoke.

"Your mine, Amber. I'm not losing you."

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