"You know, you're going to have to put those things down before you can help me up." I said, a smirk on my face.

((Sorry for the uber short posts. I iz braindead.))

I grabbed one of the backpacks and secured it onto my person before helping Kit and Joseph gather what I could...

((Sorry. I'm having writer's block...))

"If I can cut rope off my own hands, you can get up." Joesph growled.

[[You guys know where Clouding is?]]

((No idea. Sorry, BOB.))

I smiled and picked myself up off the ground with no effort. "You know it was all just to see your reaction, right?" I said teasingly. And for once, I wasn't lying. I began to pick up various supplies, then stuffed them all into my backpacks. I picked up two tridents, one bow, and all of the arrows.

"That looks like all of it." I muttered to myself. I slung the bow over my shoulder, along with the arrows and two backpacks, and held one trident firmly in each hand. I was still shivering, but as I though of how the Hunger Games may soon be over, my body began to warm up. Pictures of humans, trees, and everything else in this arena being burned until there was nothing left flashed through my mind.

In all my life I've only seen you picture such gruesome things once or twice. Bob muttered under his breath.

"I know. It's... terrifying." I slowly and quietly said out loud without realizing it.

Then why aren't you shaken? I know everything about you, Kit, but there are a few things you don't even know about yourself... Maybe there are things you need to know, but you just don't want to. Bob told me. I wished I hadn't heard him, because I knew he was right.

"It doesn't matter now. We can worry about it later." I said in the same, almost inaudible voice.

Maybe later will be too late. Just as he said this, I knew it was true. An image of me tripping and falling onto the cold earth raced through my mind.The scene changed into orange and red flames, and as they engulfed my struggling body, I heard one last, defining scream.

"We can't think of that now. And besides. You would never let me do that. Because if I die, well so do you." I murmured to myself.


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Seneca smiled as he twirled in him pure white chair. He watched the different screens in the Game Maker room, looking at all of the tributes. The careers were still at the Horn, but this time there was no Jane. Seneca recalled her being killed by a Four. A boy from Four. He had short blonde hair, muddy grey eyes, and a very good shot with a dagger.

"I wonder what they did to her..." Seneca mused to himself. As you could tell, he wasn't always in the room. He had more than fifty people watching the screens at all times, so there really was no reason for him to stay.

"You." Seneca said, then got up off his chair. He walked over to one of the workers. He had red hair with purple stripes in it. Seneca placed one hand on his shoulder.

'What did they do to that one girl from Seven? Jane." He asked the worker.

"They dumped her in the swamp." The worker said shyly. With most other Game Makers, the worker wouldn't have been so shy, but Seneca had a reputation for murder. Not like anyone would protest; the capitol adored having a Game Maker like Seneca.

"Aah. How very interesting." Seneca said to himself. "What do you say we have a little fun with the dead before we destroy them, eh?" Seneca grinned. He slowly walked back to his chair, then pressed a few buttons.

"Jane, District Seven, Age 17, Weapons, Axe, Knife, Spear." He said into a microphone. He looked back over at the buttons and pressed a few more. Then he turned his gaze to the screen with the Careers, and the water began to shake. Droplets exploded from the lake as a figure was thrown onto the shore. The figure flashed around, killing the careers before they could even realize what was happening. The creature raced back on top of the water, to the other shore and into the forest.

"Aah. Don't you just love the sound of the cannons?" Seneca said with a satisfied smile. The cannons went off one at a time.

One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven.

"Eleven more dead. How splendid." Seneca grinned at his work.

((Should we encounter the zombie girl or just continue on the way away from the fire that hasn't come yet.))

((I was planning something like that, yes. It'll be a couple posts before we spot her, and I'll be having Seneca keep a close eye on her so you guys know when she comes into view. But in the mean time, we just continue to run away from the fire (that is to come soon) and go towards... Well where ever we decide to go. I've got another idea for that, too. Kit'll be realizing something soon. xD ))

((The games have already started, ILUV. Clouding wouldn't let you join. :c Sorry.))

((Alright, I'm thinking of what to post.))

oh Did they sorry.

((So am I. x3))

"What are you gonna do next? Shoot me and see how long it takes for me to bleed out?" Joesph said dully, gathering the last of his things and stuffing them into his backpack.

I grinned, "Good idea. Thanks for the suggestion." I put down the tridents and took my bow off of my back. I knocked an arrow and pulled the string back. I aimed it at Joesph, my eyes burning. I turned it just a fraction of an inch, then let it go. I heard a solid thunk as my arrow whizzed past Joesph's ear, missing it by the smallest centimeter, and hitting a tree behind him.

"Are we done now?" I said in an obviously fake, sweet tone. I walked over to the tree and pulled out my arrow, the put it back in the quiver. I slung my bow over my shoulder and picked the tridents back up.

"Let's go." I muttered to myself.

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Seneca smiled as the mutant Jane made her way through the camps of the tributes, destroying everything in her path. Cannon shots were going off in the dozens, and the arena was down to around 38 tributes.

Seneca leaned to his left and called to one of the workers, "How close is she to the far corner?"

"Twenty minutes, at the rate she is going." The worker said.

"Hmm. How about we make that fifteen minutes..." Seneca mused. He pressed a few buttons on his control panel, then looked back over to the screen she was being shown on. This time, Jane wasn't on the ground; she was in the air. Huge black wings like a dove's covered her body as she flew silently. She dove down for a moment, then a cannon went off.

"Thirty seven." Seneca said with a grin.

I couldn't handle all the cann9on shots. Each one marked another dead tribute. The next one could be me. What was killing them? I didn't know, but whatever it was, it had to be come closer. "I'm scared..." I told Kit after she almost hit Joseph with an arrow. "I don't wanna die..." I whimpered...

"You're the one messing around when, apparently, there is a demon out to get us." Joesph muttered.

"First off, you aren't going to die, Ava. And second, You shouldn't be scared. I'm here. I won't let you die. I promise." I said, looking her in the eyes. Mine were sincere, and for once, kind.

"As for you," I said and turned my gaze to Joesph. "You can go get yourself killed for all I care. You wouldn't last a moment without me. Especially when the fire comes, because you don't have a clue about the other dozen riddles." I said with a smirk. Whenever Darek and I would do riddles, we wouild make a sentence or idea. The first was "What, where." the second was "when", the third "type", and so on until we got them all. And I was just about the only person on earth that knew about them. Darek, me, and Jacob.

"You know you'd miss me too much." Joesph said, slightly sarcastic, a slight smirk set on the edges of his lips. He walked slightly ahead of Kit, trying to contemplate whether or not Kit was serious about the whole, "demon who is coming to get us" thing. It didn't seem logical, but. These were the Games. The 100th Games, for that matter.

((Alright, now I am stuck.))

"Yeah, keep thinking that." I muttered under my breath.

You sure are an ass to the only person you love, Steve. Bob commented.

Who ever said I loved him? Remember my saying, Bob? Live, love, lie. Hint on the last one? I said to him.

Yeah yeah yeah. You know you can't lie to me, Steve. I am you.

((Sorry for the fail post, guys.))