((Ooooh. -edits- Gimme a minute xD ))

"I won't tell him." I said as Kit's pace quickened (you said it in your pace, not power playing :D). I looked around, having adapted to the pain in my side. "I think I can walk now." I said, not feeling like I was going to die anymore. I still felt light-headed and faint, but at least I could talk and keep my eyes open. Maybe the medicine numbed my wound a bit. I don't know. It could be anything. "Can I tell you a story about my first invention?" I asked, remembering the small tool I had made from old computer parts...

((I assume they have computers in District 3.))

I looked at her skeptically. "I'll carry you. But I'm not sure we have time..." I said quietly. I could see the flicker of flames licking the air around the camp fire.

"You can tell me after I go get our backpacks. Okay?" I said, just as I breached the trees to our camp. I looked at the fire and the smoke curling from it.

"Hey, moron." I said to Joesph. I walked over to the fire and set Ava down next to it.

"You stay here." I told her. I began to throw dirt on the fire, then once it was down far enough, I began to stomp it out. "I'm going for those backpacks." I said and picked up my bow. I took both quivers of arrows.

"And take care of Ava, Joesph." I said, then took off back in the direction of the Horn.

"You could of thanked me for trying!" Joesph yelled back, but didn't protest when she went for the backpacks. "Oh, and yeah. I'll take care of Avalia. Don't worry!" Once Kit was gone, he glanced over at Avalia, who was covered in blood and obviously, was dying. Quickly but angrily, he slapped her close to the jawbone, and stared off as though he'd done nothing. "Next time, think to yourself before you throw daggers at my head. Hmm?"

"that hurt." I groaned. "I'm not dead you know and if you slap me again, I'll kill you." My head hurt, but I sat up. Well, I attempted to sit up, but I moved so fast that I almost threw up what little food I had in my stomach. Now the blood flow had almost stopped, I put some more medicine. I slapped his arm as hard as I could. "There. We're even." I said before slipping into unconsciousness...

((I have a feeling Ava really just likes to copy what other people do. Something tells me she likes action movies a bit too much XD))

I looked out across the swamp from my hideout in the trees. Once I saw no one, I dove into the water. There was a small area where the water was hidden, and I had found the perfect cover. No one could see me as I swam silently and effortlessly through the water. I had left my bow and arrows back at my hideout, because it would just slow me down.

I slipped one hand onto the shore, then poked my head out. I surveyed the area, and luckily, saw no one. I was on the shore in a moment, a trident in my hand. I raced over to the backpacks and grabbed the one labeled "Joesph, District 4", because it was the first one I found. Next was Ava. I slung them both on my back. I caught sight of Ava's bag, but a burning pain stopped me from running for it. I looked down and saw a knife in my chest, right above my kidney. I looked back ahead of me and saw a girl holding a backpack labeled "Kenania". Another one was on her back, and from the looks of it, was her's. She dove into the water with the backpacks.

I struggled to my feet, but it was extremely hard with a wound gushing blood. I stumbled a few steps, but fell flat on my face.

I'm going to die. Was the last thought before everything went black.

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My eyes fluttered open and I looked around. It was still night, as far as I could tell. I moaned loudly, turning over onto the side that wasn't wounded. My brain wasn't asking the questions is should be, like: "Where are you? Why are you not dead? Why is there not a knife in you?" I didn't think about this, I just looked around through my dull eyes.

"Finally! The famous Kit has been arisen from the dead!" A masculine voice said. I turned my head to see a small glimmer of light, then four or five people huddles around it.

"Over here, zombie girl." The same voice said. I turned to look the other way, and after a minute or so my eyes focused on a large, dark skinned figure.

"Shut up, James." A feminine voice said. I could tell that it was coming from by the flicker of light.

"Right back at ya, Jane." The boy that must have been names James said. Somehow, the name James didn't quite fit on the huge black guy that was slowly dabbing my face with what looked like a piece of clothing.

"Wh..." I stuttered, but the lack of energy kept my voice down.

"Welcome to the Careers, Kit." The boy said triumphantly.

Careers? After that, I had no clue what was said, because I blacked out.

Joesph laughed, "oh, are you going to pinch me next?" As she slipped out, he leaned back against a tree and folded his arms, staring at Avalia and trying not to laugh. She was pathetic, and so far, hadn't been useful to either Joesph or Kit at all. He dozed off to the sound of canons ringing.

((Wow, mean much Joe?))

"Joseph? Kit?" I awoke from my slumber to find a boy ready to pounce on me. I killed him quickly and the cannon went off, hurting my head even more than it already was. "Where are you guys?" I asked  knowing full well that they weren't around. I saw tracks leading through the undergrowth and, without thinking of the consequences, followed them. I found that they lead to the cornocopia and I saw a group huddled around someone who may have been Kit. They looked like they were being confronted by my good friend, Joseph. I rolled my eyes at the thought and sneaked forward, hiding behind the trees.

I drew my knife and crept forward, trying to stay light on the balls of my feet like I had seen in previous years of the hunger games. I cracked a stick and winced hoping they hadn't heard. They seemed to have their attention fixed on Joseph, so I kept creeping forward until I was right up next to the side of the cornocopia. Voice were talking inside...

((I hope that wasn't powerplaying. I didn't know if anybody owned that group of careers.))

((Ava still has the medicine in her hand I just realized. If Shyne comes forward more, Ava can give it to her.))

((Oh ya))

((Very much so. x3 They never really got along, so why should he care if she died? x3))

((Nvm, got it and ya, he wouldn't much care, but I feel like this is going to turn into some sort of sibling rivalry between them. That would be hilarious.))

((You said, "Wow, mean much Joe?" so I responded. :D))

I looked around once more, but this time my eyes weren't foggy. James was sitting by the fire, dousing what looked like the piece of clothing in a small bucket. He looked over his shoulder at me, as if to see if I were still breathing.

"Hey, zombie girl. So you lived, hu?" He asked me as he made his way back over to my side. He put the piece of clothing on the wound above my kidney.

"W-why woul-dn't I?" I mumbled slowly. My mouth was still learning how to work.

"Well, you stopped breathing for one. Two, your hand is infected." He said, holding up my hand as if to prove the point. It was unwrapped and there was a leaf on the wound. He put it back down by my side where it had been before.

"I-I'm thirsty..." I managed to say slowly. He nodded and walked over to the bucket again. He took a ladle and what looked to be a cup and started to put water in it. I watched as water flew everywhere.

"Hey!" James exclaimed.

"What are you doing? That's mine!" The girl named Jane said. James grabbed her tiny arm and looked her in the eyes. I couldn't see the facial expressions, but from the way James was holding Jane a foot off the ground, I would think James was angry and Jane was going to be begging for her life soon.

"No, it's not." James said simply and thrust her back on the pile of bags she was sitting on before. James squatted back down to the bucket and finished pouring me the water. He brought it over to me and set it next to me.

He placed one arm under my upper body and helped me to sit up. After about five attempts to get me to sit up, he gave up and sat behind me, holding me up.

"You stubborn little... Oh just drink the water." He said, handing me the cup. I looked at it for a moment. Metal. I had only ever seen a metal cup once, and that was in Darek's mother's tea set. All the other cups were ones I had made from wood.

I put the cup to my lips and began to drink, but found myself doubling over and gagging, the water spilled all over my lap.

"Okay, so the water wasn't the best idea..." James said with a small laugh. "Give it a little time. You'll be fine." He reassured me as I finally stopped gagging. I leaned back onto him, using his for a support. It was actually very comfortable, except for the fact that he was probably going to kill me in a little while.

Joesph pushed the reeds he was hiding in away, and it revealed a small group of people, yelping and crowding around a small figure. Still half hidden in he tall grass, he stalked up to the people and was enraged when he noticed Kit, who looked to be bleeding and coughing. Not being able to take it anymore, he grabbed a very large man by the shoulders and turned him to face Joesph bravely. "What. Are. You. DOING TO HER?!"

James let out a long, hearty laugh as Joesph caught him by the shoulder. I felt a sharp sting as James' other arm hit be because of the way Joesph turned him, jolting me from my sleep. I fell over on my side, but it didn't take long for me to reset my position in James' lap. My eyes flashed over to the other careers, who seemed to be ignoring us and eating their... Well that ever it was they were eating.

"What the hell are you doing?" I spat at Joesph in a tone that no one ever wanted to hear me in. Especially if they wanted to keep their face.

"Looks like the prince is here to save the princess." James laughed, looking at Joesph. "Too bad the prince forgot his sword." James joked, which brought a smirk to my lips.

"And that there was no troll trying to eat the princess, but the BFG trying to save her life." I hissed in the same tone. I pointed down to my kidney wound, as if to prove the point. It was then I realized I was bleeding again. Badly.

"And that the prince didn't think about the princess being hurt in the process of rescue." James grumbled, his eyes fixed on my wound. I looked back down at my now blood soaked jeans, then back at Joesph, my eyes fierce with a look of "I am so going to kill you for this, after I pass out from blood loss. Again." And in fact, pass out from blood loss I did.

((Kit is pissed.))

Joesph lifted his chin slightly, "tell me, if you figured that someone you loved could be dying, would you do something?" He released James, but not gently. "I'm under the impression that you think I'm not afraid to kill you. Don't underestimate me." 

"Underestimate you? Ha! There is no difference between rating you as a zero and what you are." James said, just before I could.

"You stole the words out of my mouth." I hissed in that tone. James wrapped his arms around me, and I didn't resist. I was about to punch Joesph's teeth out, so it was probably a good thing James was keeping me in his lap.