The 25th Annual Hunger Games

13 ~ 12-15 Day 4 (Part 2)

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I stared at the TV. Disbelief crossed my face.

The crimson red blood began pouring down his neck.

Tate had just killed himself.

The slit in his neck was a gruesome sight. I turned away, not wanting to face it.

The cannon went boom.

There was a death tonight. The death of a boy that was loved by so many. The boy who was so popular with the Capitol people. The speech he made before he died, that would be one to go for a long time.

He wasn't a killer. He was trying to survive. He killed himself. He was the cold blooded killer he spoke of.

My bed suddenly didn't feel so nice. I wanted to scream at him.

We had spoken, that all he wanted, was to bring pride home with him. To be popular.

Haller, you don't understand. I need to get home.

My name is Tate Jones. I am a beast.

Your name was Tate Jones. And this was your game to win. You weren't a beast. Merely a piece in the torture of out people.

Charlotte came running from her tent, and I saw the other two follow her. Charlotte broke down.

The camera swapped to another tribute, which was closing in on a tribute from a quiet district.

The one hunting was the arrow tribute. She was a fierce competitor. But I couldn't remember her name or her district. She fired an arrow, but the other tribute jumped up and launched a knife.

The camera panned the Cornucopia.

And then went black.

The commercials for the Capitol came on, and I switched the television off.

Julian knocked silently on my door, and I got up and opened it. A quiet sob escaped her mouth.

"I was meant to protect him. The reason I volunteered was to make sure he got home." She mourned.

"Why? Were you family friends?"

"We were siblings. When he was born, my father left, taking me with him. I never saw them again. But one day, I got stuck next to him in the line, and I noticed how green his eyes were, and his facial structure. And I knew, he was my brother. I remember, whenever I would bring him up, my father would persuasively change the subject." I wrapped my hands around her cautiously. I had no words. "I was meant to talk to him, but never had the guts. So I ignored him. I regret volunteering now. I wouldn't be here."

I nodded.

I moved over towards the bed, sitting down, her head resting on my leg.

Eventually, we fell asleep.

All I could wish for is Aubrey to come out of this alive.

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A/N

Did you guys expect the plot twist? I sure wasnt. Like I only realised what I was doing halfway through his speech.

The rest of the 12-15 games will be in HALLER'S POV. So just pay attention to that. I am not revealing the arrow tribute! Not even if she dies! You will have to figure it out yourself. And which district was good with knives? All will be revealed next chapter! In the greatest chapter of the 25th Hunger Games to have be released thus far!