Hey everyone! As you all know, Aslane was killed off in task 3, but even though the Gamemakers said she died from hypothermia in a mountain cove, it's illogical since she wasn't anywhere near there, I decided to change things up a bit. Enjoy :)

Achmetha glared at me with cold malice in his eyes. 

"Wiley," I murmured to the twelve year old boy shivering beside me, "run."

Wiley's eyes widened and stared up at me in shock. "You're supposed to stay with me..."

"Go, now!" I shouted, leaving no room for argument. 

He nodded and scurried off. 

I had gotten revenge for Ty; Demetriot and Gloxina were both dead, and there were only a few tributes. I only prayed Wiley could survive the rest on his own. I wasn't sure if I could survive a fight against Achmetha. 

He darted toward me, swinging an axe for my head. I ducked underneath it, and punched the back of his ribs with my brass knuckles. They were all I had in the form of a weapon, so unless I could get his axe away from him...

I back-stepped and jumped, avoiding another strike for my feet. 

He back-swung it, slamming the handle of his axe into my face. I fell to the ground as stars danced around my vision and felt blood spurting out of my nose. 

"Now... I'll kill you nice and slow..." I heard his voice murmur. Open your eyes, I commanded myself. 

There was a furious cry, and when I forced my eyes open, I saw Wiley had jumped on Achmetha's back and was trying to stab a knife into Achmetha's chest. 

Achmetha was backing up into a tree. The blow would kill a small body like Wiley's. 

"Wiley no--" I started. 

I forced myself to my feet and ran as quickly as my legs could carry me. I gathered strength from somewhere deep inside myself  and grabbed Achmetha around the waist. 

I jerked to the right enough so that his body was impaled by a strudy branch, one that just missed Wiley.

Wiley dropped to the ground and slipped to the side to watch us in horror.

The branch had also impaled me.

"Asl-Alsane! No! Wiley's cry of anguish echoed around the entire area. As he continued babbling and crying, my vision started to fade. "You were supposed to help me survive! But you're dead--just like Ty!"

" Winthe games for me, little Wiley," I murmured. There was a metallic taste in my mouth, and suddenly I couldn't get enough air into my lungs. I coughed and gagged, trying so desperately to get air that wouldn't come. 

I'm dying, I thought. Icy terror swam through my veins, and I panicked, but was unable to do anything to stop what was happening. 

Don't let me die like this....! 

Agony... it burned its way through my veins until it became my whole world. Agony was all I knew, all I saw, all I felt. 

Retribution is coming....