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Samuel Stone: District One

Sam felt like he had  been climbing for hours...and hours, and hours. How far had he fallen?  Would he ever reach the top? Much more time passed and Sam had all but  given up - he was a few moments away from throwing himself off the edge  and being done with this entire thing. Winning wasn't as glamorous when  you looked like a gargoyle.

Eventually Sam saw an  outcrop up ahead, and knew that is he was strong enough, he would be  able to pull himself up and into some form of safety. After some awkward  positioning Sam managed to reach up to the ledge and with a exhausting  heave, he hauled himself up. For a few seconds, all he felt was relief.

Yes, he couldn't see out  of his left eye. Yes, his chest hurt every time he took a breath. Yes,  his back had flesh hanging from it but at least he was on flat ground...  at least he wasn't staring into oblivion. He touched the side of his  face he would never see from again and winced when he felt the dried  blood and deep cut the knife had left him with forever.

"Times up, sweetpea."

Sam swung his head  around to where the voice came from and was surprised when he heard a  female respond and then the grunting and clattering of a fight. Getting  to his feet, Sam limped to the corner and looked at the scene before  him.

Felticka and that boy,  Custer, were locked in some kind of jabbing battle. Sam thought about if  he wanted to get involved or not and for the first time since the game  began, Sam didn't feel like a hero. He felt like he needed a rest. So,  he turned to leave them too it - working out if he sat in silence until  it was clear, he could move on without a fight.

However, as Sam turned on his heel, everything changed. The cannon fired.

Subconsciously Sam  looked up to see what loser had died this time... and in that second, in  that single moment, his world changed. Greyson was dead. Dead. His  brother, was dead. Gone. Never again would he see him, never again would  he be able to wonder how his life was going or if they would meet  again.

Why did he feel this  sad? This angry? Why was he crying? Why could he only see red? Sam felt  as though part of him was gone; never to return. He'd never feel  complete again...His eyes drifted back to the dueling pair and a rage  unlike any other boiled inside him. It could have been them, his mind  whispered, one of them could have killed Grey.

Sam's pain seemed to  fade away and before he knew what he was doing, he was charging for  Felticka and Custer, wanting blood on his hands. They both noticed him  too late and Sam crashed into Custer, head first. The two boys went  flying across the small cave and hit the floor with a thud. Sam didn't  care that Custer was blinding him with punches, Sam didn't care that  every kick to his chest was making his breathing that little bit  shallower.

Sam's hand scrambled  around next to him until it landed on what felt like a rock and without  thinking he brought it down on Custers head. Once, twice, three times!  Blood and brain was everywhere, Sam was covered in the stuff but he  didn't care - he kept going, he kept hitting - all for Grey... all for  Grey-

A force hit the side of  his head that sent him reeling. He didn't see it coming... of course he  didnt, he'd never see anything coming from that side again. Sam  screeched when his back hit the floor and he felt his delicate skin  scrape across the gravel. The whole room was spinning but he didn't have  time to rest, Felticka was coming for him. As she got close enough, Sam  kicked up with all he had and his feet caught her under the chin - not  only knocking her back but forcing the gun to fall from her hands.

There was a few beats of  stillness before both of them darted for the gun. Sam's world was  spinning, but he had to get there first, he had to beat her! Felticka  reached the gun first but Sam jumped on top of her and tried to wrestle  the gun from her hands. She had him straddled and was forcing the gun  lower and lower to under his chin... she had a sick grin on her face...  Sam had to fight harder.