The 25th Annual Hunger Games

14 ~ 12-15 Day 5

Haller's POV

I had woken up later that night. I spent the night watching the games.

Praying that Charlotte made it out.

The Games were drawing to its end. Only two more deaths, and the final six are determined.

Nothing interesting happened. No deaths, no fights. A spare night as they called it back home.

Jilian slept in my room. I bent over, as a pang of guilt and home sickness fell over me. I could only hope that I would see my family again. To see the ones I love again.

I wanted so desperately to be young again. For my mother to hold me and rock me in her arms. Fear took control of me.

I had no idea what to expect.

I writhed out from under Jilian. I paced the room. I wanted back my life so badly.

I wouldnt be able to survive this. I closed my eyes. This was going to change me. If I survive this. I will be changed.

"Tributes!" A Gamemaker announced. I spun on my heel. I focused my attention on the television. "Today, come daybreak, there will be a feast. This will occur at the Cornucopia. You are all in need of food. So we shall provide! Good luck!"

The Gamemaker had sounded evil on the last line.

The camera switched to the bow girl, the girl from 7 and the boy who was left.

They showed footage of the Careers hearing this.

Something in Zander's face changed. It hardened. It contorted in pain. A sudden look of determination crossed his face.

He said something to the others, but being the Hunger Games, they didn't let us here, because it was 'suspenseful'. Oh look, the careers are making a move.

They gathered their things and began moving. The camera zoomed and and showed what the Arena looked like from the top. The careers were about 900 metres away. They still had the rings of land to go.

They cut to another tribute, this one gathering her stuff, and moving. I recognised her as the arrow tribute. Aria. That was her name. She was the expert killer. The careers are still unaware of who it is. Only they have survived a fight with her though.

Jilian groaned momentarily, and then stretched out on the bed. Her eyes fluttered open, staring into mine for a second.

"Anything? Are they okay?" Jilian wondered.

"Fine. Nothing happened." I replied.

She wrapped her arms around my waist, embracing me. She was scared.

We all were.

Especially Tate.

And this feast, there was going to be a fight. This would be the end of the 12-15 Games. Two deaths, and they were safe.

************Zander's P.O.V.************

We reached the Cornucopia. There was no light yet. I looked over at Aubrey.

She nodded.

I raced out into the open, leaving them behind. No arrows came towards. No tributes raced towards me. I was disarmed. But yet no one.

My Arena outfit became annoying while we trekked. It was changing whenever it wanted. I must have burst a cable while fetching Tate's bag.

It felt like a punch in the gut. Tate. The always smiling, genuine, warm-hearted, compassionate boy that came in here, not to prove his worth, he came in here to stop others from going through the living hell. My knees gave way, as the overwhelming realisation that Tate was gone, dawned on me. The last memory he would have remembered, was me trying to kill him.