One Last Shot

"Look, I'll say this nice and slow for you. You're probably my best chance right in the beginning, so when you wake up one day and I'm not there that's me giving you a free pass to run, before I catch up to you and finish you off myself," he finished his sentence with a growing smirk and I furrowed my eyebrows, turning to Sebastian. "Can I just kill him now?" I asked politely as possible, hearing Flux scoff at my words. Sebastian looked more than amused as he sat back in his chair, looking back and forth between us. .........>>>>><<<<<<........ Saffire, seventeen year old drawn in the reaping of the 76th annual Hunger Games. Flux, Mayor's son, age of eighteen, drawn in the annual reaping of the Hunger Games. Smash these two together in an arena with 22 others and you'll get feelings all over. Betrayal, anger, sadness, love, hate, hope. Could this year be any better than the rest?