A/N

Here we go; every remaining tribute! Enjoy!

(dang I just updated 4 parts in one week, that's the most almost EVER for me)

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They had gone for hunting, but they ended up with nothing. Actually, they had ended up with less than before.

Amethyst and Zane sat under the long, flat piece of bark hanging from a tree. It wasn't perfect, but it had to work till they found proper shelter. The shelter was big enough to support three people.

"It feels so empty here without him," Zane said, still upset. Amethyst looked at him.

"I know," was all she said.

Zane looked her in the eyes. "How is it that somebody like Cole can be okay with this? How is anyone okay with this?!" His voice was close to breaking. Amethyst was about to answer, but she was interrupted by the sound of the Panem anthem. 

The names appeared on the sky. First, was Diandra from District One. Then, was both Cole and Jess from District Two. Next was Kelvin from District Five, Zeon and Demi from District Seven, Rosaline from District Eleven, and Chancey from District 12.

"Seven left," Amethyst whispered. Zane looked at her cautiously. "One career."

"In the morning," Zane whispered as well. "we need to find somebody. Or something. We're going fishing."

"Someone will spot us," Amethyst responded in a hushed voice. "should we really take that chance?"

"Amethyst, we won't last another day without something to eat. I don't care if it's a big risk we need to do something. And if we happen to find someone along the way we'll deal."

"I just don't think we will be able to get away again if it happens."

"Are you kidding me? You got away from Cole twice."

"He would've killed me one of the times."

"Still, you'll be okay. Plus, we're allies, right? Protect each other till the day we die. We'll be there for each other."

Reluctantly, Amethyst nodded. "Let's just sleep for now."

"I could not agree more." Zane laid down on his jacket he was using as a pillow, and looked straight up at the sky. It was the way he went to sleep, like he did on the first day with Kelvin. Sometimes he looked up and thought about home, and thought about how badly he wanted to win. But at the same time, bad thoughts rushed in about what would have to happen to Amethyst for that to happen, and how he remembered being tortured into watching his own friend's death without being able to even try to help. It was awful, those thoughts, so he tried to think about good things. But his heart had a permanent scar that had been made and had been growing ever since his named was chosen from that awful bowl.

Amethyst turned on her side, facing the tree. She was comfortable that way, especially since she needed as much privacy as she could possibly get. Whenever she turned her head, her ponytail flew in the way of her face, but she left it. It didn't really seem to bother her she was so tired. With every breath, some tragedy came back to her mind. She wasn't one that got sad easily, but she was then. It was scary, knowing that you're living only because somebody else died for you. She didn't want her friend to have given their life for her, and she missed him very much, but the worst part was her guilt. Her guilt that she was happy that she was living at that moment. She wished she didn't feel that way, but she did.

Sleeping through the night, Amethyst and Zane were one of the only ones safe that night because of how close they were to the cornucopia. Right on the edge of the forest, even if they didn't know it. And the three canons of that time didn't get to reach their ears, their sleep filtering it out.

***

Maybe Skya didn't know it, but the act of being punched by Lee, unable to venture back into the forest, saved her life.

It was the outside of the arena that got effected, to every one of the four corners inward. Now, the gamemakers couldn't just destroy the whole arena. Their game would surely be over. Instead, they looked where most people where. Near the water. 

Only two people weren't affected by this, because Skya saw the whole thing.

She sat in the inside of the cornucopia, staring at the woods. She had taken her jacket off and was using it to catch blood, now, for her nose was bleeding more than she could take. The sky was dark, so she knew that almost nobody was going to find her. She was very frightened about Cole and Jess finding her, though, but if they were going to come by now they would have. Plus, he heard canons. Lee might have killed them already.

Then the Panem anthem began, and she desperately looked at the sky. First was Diandra, who she had to bite her tongue not to react to, then she saw them. Cole and Jess, both dead. The ones she had feared the most. A sigh of relief flowed out of her mouth. When she saw the last few names, she concluded that she was one of the final seven tributes.

She licked her thumb and wiped the blood off of her face, and by the end her fingers were red. She had never been a fan of blood, to say the least, so to feel it dried up on her face and it dying her finger tips wasn't pleasant. 

An hour later, after attempted sleep, she heard it. A rumbling, crumbling sound from inside the woods. She jumped up from her seat and stared straight at the forest. That's when the trees started falling, seemly into the ground, and screams coming from where they fell. A canon boomed. As it started getting closer, her heart skipped a beat. She went to the back of the cornucopia, climbing up to the top and standing on the shiny metal. It was hard, but she got the full view. She turned all the way around 360 degrees and saw it all. She was at the center of it, and it was all going to crash into her.

There would be no escape.

Then, there were two more canons. After about ten minutes of watching it get closer and closer, it stopped. It was a marker, only a little bit of forest lining the edge of it all. It didn't make sense to her, why it ended without any notice. 

But it didn't matter much what she thought then how the other people who got in the middle of it acted. 

***

Great, Lee thought sarcastically. A whole day looking for people when they aren't even alive. 

In some way she was grateful, but she also felt wasted. At least she didn't have to do the job. 

But then she thought, if it were the beginning of the games she wouldn't have as much punched Skya, but murdered people? The games changed her in ways she didn't realize.

Lee dunked her hand into the ocean and scrubbed her face with the water. The marks on her cheeks ran out like ink, dripping down her face. Lee took her hand and wiped it to make sure the dirt was gone. It made her feel like a murderer, which she almost was. She wanted to swim, to wash all of the dirt off but she decided not to. She would rather not have her clothes sagging the whole games.

The giant sinkhole took her by surprise. At first, she thought it was just shaking in the ground and it would go away, but it wasn't. It started at the water, coming closer second by second. She got off her feet and started running in the opposite direction. She could feel the pieces of grass trailing after her, then falling into the ground.

Thoughts raced through her mind, like how she must beat the sinkhole in a race to the finish, in that case the center. But it was hard, for trees keep falling in her way, making it hard to stay on track and keep beating the speed of the falling dirt.

"Just keep running, just keep running." She wasn't fast, she knew that, and she felt like her sides were jabbing a knife into them, not having the decency to stop. "Just keep running." But no matter how much she wanted to push herself, she couldn't do it. The ground caught up with her faster than she could run, and she slipped into the deep, dark, muddy hole.

It was a large hole, and she wouldn't as much be killed by the impact of falling then what falls into the ditch. Soil to suffocate the victim, trees to push them further and hit them hard, and most of all, rocks. Like a certain rock that Lee had found just before she died. One with carvings that she could hardly make out, but something that looked remotely like "Chancey". The rest of the words were hard to read, and she couldn't process them before a giant tree came in and keep her falling, burying her in soil. Then there was the boom everybody dreaded.

***

He had lost it when the trees started falling. It was remarkable how he even made it out of the first part. Even if he didn't make it later.

Joel heard it before anyone else, and left his camp as quickly as he could. Yeah, Joel died that day. Well, more like that hour. It was more of a murder than an accident if thought about.

Joel didn't have any time to grab anything. He saw Lee running desperately, a greatly panicked look bestowed across her face. Joel ran through the forest, greatly beating Lee. Is one destination? The cornucopia. He knew it was the center, the one place he actually stood a chance. Maybe people thought the same way, but it didn't matter at that moment. All that mattered was running, running.

He couldn't have been more right. Everybody was headed for the center.

Fiona and Alexsandr were running away from it as well, headed in the exact same direction. Even if they didn't realize how close they were to Joel, it didn't matter. Fiona and Alexsandr hadn't officially become "allies", but they did spend the night near each other. Fiona, the fast one, was way further ahead than Alexsandr. She didn't even know if he was still behind her when she made it to the edge of the forest, where it had stopped.

She did know one thing though, and it was that somebody else had been immensely affected by her, somebody whom she had caused the death of. She hadn't meant to, but it had just happened. She pushed him. Again, not purposely, but she pushed him. He fell to the ground after that, and the crumbling caught up with him. When Joel fell in, a canon boomed immediately.

She met the edge of the forest, the sinkhole still forming behind her. When she looked forward she saw Skya, standing on the top of the cornucopia. Not prepared, she hid. She turned around, seeing if Alexsandr had followed her out. He didn't show up.

Alexsandr had fallen. Like Lee and Joel, he fell. Surprisingly, nothing fell on top of him. It was the impact that killed him. His hallucinations had stopped, and he could tell what was real then. He really did fall into a giant dirt hole. He really did trip over a stupid rock and was falling. He really wasn't going home. The pendant around his wrist flew up, and he caught it and squeezed it when his body hit the ground.

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Another A/N

So, there it is. Final four. Kind of exciting as a writer! It just seems like I just started, though. Should I make it long or short?

I WANT THE SATISFACTION OF COMPLETING IT,

but i don't want it to end.

Luckily I have another chatroom planned!

I don't know, were the parts too short? 

UGH SO MANY THOUGHTS