HG & 1D (Ziam/Niam & Larry)

The Victor

"I'm here to end the games." Tamin said with a smirk.

"Well we are the only ones left aren't we?" Zayn asked, ready to kill her. 

Harry felt a small pain in his chest. He didn't want this to end. Simply because he didn't want to leave behind the last two people alive, whom he had ever felt any connection too. He felt a little ashamed to admit that he had lost the monster he had built inside himself. The monster he created when he decided to stop caring about his victims. In these games he had managed to grow four friendships and fall in love with one of the people in one of those friendships. Now, that love and another friend were dead. And surely within the next hour, either one or both of those remaining friends would also be dead. 

At this point, Harry had lost all care for whether or not he would win today. All that mattered was that Tamin did not. 

"She must die." Harry whispered to the two older boys standing next to him. "Agreed." Zayn whispered back. 

"So do you think you have a chance against us?" Zayn asked the words coming from deep within his throat. 

Tamin acted as though she were considering his question as she slowly walked towards them, "Well I figured you would never be able to kill each other so you probably wanted someone like me to come along and kill your friends for you. So Zayn, I guess if you want to make this easy you could just step aside while I get rid of these two for you. You know get rid of the easiest first so my winning kill can be a challenge." She winked at the boy with the ash colored hair and stopped about five feet from them.

But he stepped in front of Harry and Liam, "Over my dead body." He hissed.

"Is that a promise or a threat?" She asked with a sort of seductive tone.  

Zayn lunged at her knocking her to the ground, his legs straddling her body as he threw his fist at her face but she turned her head just missing the blow. She tried to fight his weight off of her and struggled for quite some time before she managed to shift the fight and she was now straddling him. 

She grabbed a knife out of her coat. "To weak to fight fair are you?" He asked missing a swipe from her blade by a hair. He continued to struggle against her until she managed to open a small cut on his cheek the length of a finger.

He flipped her over finding himself straddling her once more. He grabbed her wrist and fixed it so that the blade in her hand was now centimeters from her neck. And suddenly her eyes filled with terror as she realized she would be losing this fight. 

He watch as her eyes glazed over and filled with water he assumed were tears and suddenly he found himself fighting his big sister. The same sister he watched get murdered in a match at the training center when he was only eleven and she was thirteen. His eyes widened and his muscles tensed. 

"Kill her Zayn!" Harry shouted and Zayns attention was refocused. It was no longer his sister he was holding the knife to. But those few seconds of distraction were enough for her to build the strength to knock him off of her.

Liam ran over to where a spear was sitting up against a chair. And suddenly everything stopped. Time was frozen and he was standing, his eyes wide open. He could feel the fear swimming through his veins but for some reason it wasn't filling his mind. He didn't know why this fear suddenly came upon him or what his body was trembling from. 

Then all at once it felt as though the back side of his body were on fire. His mind told him to turn around but his legs were stuck, unmoving. He tried to run from the blazing fire rising from behind but without warning his knees gave out and he was kneeling on the ground. The echoing that he hadn't noticed had been in his ears subsided and he heard Zayn shout "Liam!"