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Chapter Thirteen - The Final Four

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Zach's POV

I continued to jog away from the ambush sight. My arm continued to sting from where the knife hit me. Oh well, at least I now have a weapon. I decided to stop to wrap up my still bleeding wound; I thought it would have stopped on it's own, but I guess not. I used my throwing knife to cut a strip of my shirt off and icy wind instantly hit my bare skin and I shivered. I wrapped the fabric around my arm, tying a knot in it to keep it in place. Better.

 I have to stop sometime; it was almost noon as the sun was almost directly over my head since Tyrone and I were ambushed by Harry and Ron.

Only five left; I should be out of here soon. I looked behind me to check if Harry and Ron were following me. Nope, no sight of them. Maybe I lost them. For the last how many hours I zigzaged through trees, climbing hills and even crossed the river. Hopefully I lost them.

I looked around for the sight of a human being, any, but there was none. Let's see, who was left? Harry and Ron definetly are left, and there is also me. And Niall is still here, though I don't know why he hasn't died yet. But whose the other one?

I heard footsteps behind me, the sound breaking me out of my thoughts. I looked over my shoulder to find Harry and Ron jogging up to me. Crap. How did thy find me? I saw red drops on the ground, most likely from blood dripping from the wound in my arm. The fabric was coated with my blood.

Even though I was tired and hungry I began to change my pace from a jog into a sprint; we were going downhill now, so that helped. I heard their shouts behind me as they began catching up. Part of the river was coming into sight from between the trees; the river runs through random sections of the arena.

I ran into it, the freezing water splashing against my knees, then my waist and then my feet couldn't touch the ground. My teeth instantly started chattering as I forced my arms to move. I wasn't moving very fast. I was almost across. Ten metres. Five metres.

Something landed on my head and I was pushed under the freezing water. I tried to pop my head back above water, but I was still being held down. Harry and Ron must have caught up to me. I thrashed in the water, trying to get them off me, but my moves were slow and sluggish and didn't do anything to help me; instead they hindered me by making my unsure which way was up. More hands on me, pushing me further and further into the water.

And then the weight suddenly disappeared.

Sydney's POV

I was moving though the forest trying to find Niall when I saw through the trees Harry and Ron at the edge of the river, about five metres into it. They both had their hands plunged into the water, which was surprisingly up to their shoulders. Must be deeper than it looks. They probably found some fish to eat. My stomach growled as I thought of food.

I reached for my sickle, which was tucked into a makeshift pocket, and dashed forward, hiding behind trees. They never looked my way, too focused on catching the fish. I walked out of the safety of the forest, creeping forward slowly on the snow. They still didn't see me coming as their backs were facing me and they were still really focused on catching the fish.

I took a breath of chilling air then jumped on Ron's back and pushed Harry away, surprising them both and knocking Ron over and into the water. Harry looked at me as I jumped on Ron, holding him under the water. Harry jumped on my back and I saw Zach emerge from te water, his face quite blue. Dang it, if I left them an extra minute then he would also be dead.

He rushed of, leaving me alone with Harry and Ron. Harry pulled me off of Ron, pushing me into the water. I used his strength to my advantage, diving further into the water. They couldn't find me. I reached the bottom of the river and pushed off with all the strength that my legs could muster. I pushed out of the water, suprising Ron and Harry. Again.

My sickle was still in my hand and I used the few seconds from hem being shocked to plunge it deep into Ron's heart. I saw him go pale and he also went limp. I pulled my sickle out and turned to Harry just as he leapt onto me.

'Ron, come on, don't leave me, Ron,' Harry said. Ron's cannon went off. His arms wrapped around my neck started to choke the life out of me. With the help of the water making it easier to kick without losing my balance I kicked Harry in the stomach. His hands loosened and that was all I needed; I pushed him off me and made my way to dry land.

I ran onto it with Harry right behind me. I heard something wizz past and saw a throwing axe fly into the tree beside me. He really had a bad aim if he couldn't throw a throwing axe at me from two metres away. I began to run faster, gaining a biggergap between us. Five metres. Twenty metres. Fifty metres.

I looked around for a sturdy tree and shortly after my eyes landed on a thick pine tree with low hanging branches. Perfect. I put my sickle into its makeshift pocket and wrapped my arms around the lowest branch, pushing off with my feet. Once Harry arrived at my tree I was already thirty metres into it.

My lungs were burning from all the running, my stomach was growling - I hadn't ate anything all day and most of yesterday - and my mouth and throat burned from the need of water. I could see the river clearly from here, its waters beckoning me to come and drink them. I shook my head to myself. Probably poisoned from the gamemakers.

Harry glared at me, but then got himself comfortable at the base of it, his throwing axe back in his hand. My throat and mouth continued to burn.

This was going to be a long wait.