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THE SKY IS STILL DARK, but she can't sleep. She thinks about the tribute whose death she is now devising as she listens to the crackling of the fire a stone's throw away from the base of her tree. Jaydah has to bite her tongue to keep herself from shouting every foul word in her vocabulary at the fire starter. Surely, the Careers were out hunting the remaining tributes, and here she was strapped in a tree unable to move because her general location is being broadcast to any killer within a half a mile radius.

She tugs at the edge of her sleeping bag out of habit, fidgeting with her fingers thinking that if she could get out of the tree unnoticed, she wouldn't have a problem taking out her neighbor. Going into the Games she had made a silent promise to herself that she wouldn't attack unless she herself was attacked first, but obviously this tribute is a hazard. She's sure that while the girl may not have much in the way of weapons, Jaydah has the knife Clove had nearly killed her with. The same knife she had used to kill the boy from 7, Weston, when he tackled her from behind.

It's then that she hears it. Several pairs of feet breaking into a run in the direction of the fire starter. She must have dozed off because they are on her before she can escape. She's sure it's a girl now, she can tell by the pleading and the agonizing scream that soon follows. Then there's laughter and congratulations from several voices, but no canon. Jaydah swallows hard at the thought, knowing the gamemakers weren't afraid to wake tributes with the sound of said canon.

The girl wasn't dead, and she felt sick to her stomach knowing it.

Someone cries out, "Twelve down and eleven to go!" which gets a round of appreciative applause.

They were fighting in a pack. She wasn't surprised though, as alliances were formed in the earlier stages of the Games. Typically, the strong band together to hunt down the weak, and when the tension becomes too great they begin to turn on one another.

She doesn't have to think too hard to know who had made the alliance. The remaining Career tributes from District 1, 2, and 4. Two boys - Marvel and Cato - and three girls - Glimmer, Clove and Marina.

Jaydah can hear them going through the girl's supplies, and she can tell by their comments that they had found nothing of use to them all while the girl has yet to die. She wanders for a moment if the victim is Rue, but dismisses the thought right away. She is smart and wouldn't be building a fire like that in the middle of the night.

"We better clear out so they can get the body before it starts stinking." She is certain it had been Cato who had spoken, and it was obvious that he thought the girl was dead. His voice was different, she noted, as he spoke to the other Careers, different than it had been when he'd spoken to her alone on the roof the night before the Games.

There are murmurs of assent and then, to her horror, she hears the pack heading toward her. They don't know she's there. How could they possibly know? She is well concealed in the clump of trees, at least while the sun is down. When the sun rises her sleeping bag will turn from camouflage to a whole heap of trouble

If they keep moving they will pass her and be gone in a minute.

But the Careers stop in the clearing ten yards from her tree. They have torches to illuminate the darkness below. She wanders if they had spotted her, but as far as she could tell by their words that their minds were elsewhere.

It is then that she hears the canon and knows the girl had just died. Not that it was impossible that someone else had died in the night, but she was sure that it was her. Jaydah hopes it was her.

"I told you she wasn't dead!" Marvel shouted, walking backwards with a cocky smirk, pointing a crooked finger at Cato.

The blonde glared. "She's dead now, isn't she?"

Marvel just shrugged, turning to walk forwards, catching up with Marina. "Did you see the look on her face?" he asked the red haired girl who just laughed, replying with a much quieter voice.

"'Oh no, please don't kill me'," Glimmer mocked with a gasp, her tone shrill.

"That's actually a good impression," Cato told her, sounding somewhat genuine but not interested as he turned to look back in the direction they had came. "Hey, Lover Boy," he called and Jaydah was thankful that she had strapped herself in. "You sure she went this way?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," she heard her brother say and instinctively covered her mouth with her hand.

"You better be," Cato spoke, his voice demanding. She knew then that they were talking about her.

To say she was hurt would be an understatement, and she couldn't help but think about what their parents would think. What Rylee and Kade would think. Or even Meridath, and her family. What would they think of Peeta joining the Careers, helping them track down his sister, his best friend. She was well aware that if she wanted Peeta to win, she would ultimately have to die, but that didn't mean she wanted him to see it. Much less take part in killing her himself.

"Yeah, that was her snare we found back there," Peeta spoke and she had to resist the urge to scream until her throat was raw.

She looked down and watched her brother disappeared into the trees with a spear in his hand. At least he has something to defend himself with, she thought pitifully, unshed tears threatening to fall. She blinked hard, leaning back against the tree with her arm wrapped protectively around her torso, missing the knowing look that Cato sent her way once Glimmer had walked away.

ᴠɪʀɢɪɴɪᴀ ɢᴀʀᴅɴᴇʀ ― ᴊᴀʏᴅᴀʜ ᴍᴇʟʟᴀʀᴋ

ᴀʟᴇxᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ʟᴜᴅᴡɪɢ ― ᴄᴀᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴅʟᴇʏ

ᴊᴏsʜ ʜᴜᴛᴄʜᴇʀsᴏɴ ― ᴘᴇᴇᴛᴀ ᴍᴇʟʟᴀʀᴋ

ʀᴏss ʟʏɴᴄʜ ― ʀʏʟᴇᴇ ᴍᴇʟʟᴀʀᴋ

ᴄʜʀɪs ᴄᴀʀᴍᴀᴄᴋ ― ᴋᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇʟʟᴀʀᴋ

ᴢᴏᴇʏ ᴅᴇᴜᴛᴄʜ ― ᴍᴇʀɪᴅᴀᴛʜ ᴀᴍᴏs-ᴍᴇʟʟᴀʀᴋ

ᴀᴀʀᴏɴ ᴇᴄᴋʜᴀʀᴛ ― ᴛʀʏsᴛɪɴ ᴍᴇʟʟᴀʀᴋ

ʀᴏʙɪɴ ᴡʀɪɢʜᴛ ― ʟʏᴅɪᴀ ᴍᴇʟʟᴀʀᴋ

ᴇʟɪᴢᴀ ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ― ᴀᴀʟɪʏᴀʜ ᴍᴇʟʟᴀʀᴋ ✞︎

ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ʜɪᴄᴋs ― ᴅᴀʀɪᴜs

ᴀɴɴᴀsᴏᴘʜɪᴀ ʀᴏʙʙ ― ᴍᴀᴅɢᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴇᴇ

ᴋᴀᴛᴇ ᴜᴘᴛᴏɴ ― ᴅᴇʟʟʏ ᴄᴀʀᴛᴡʀɪɢʜᴛ

ᴇᴠᴀɴɢᴇʟɪɴᴇ ʟɪʟʟʏ ― ʜᴀᴢᴇʟʟᴇ ʜᴀᴡᴛʜᴏʀɴᴇ

ᴊᴏsʜᴜᴀ ʀᴜsʜ ― ʀᴏʀʏ ʜᴀᴡᴛʜᴏʀɴᴇ

ʟᴏɢᴀɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇᴀᴜ ― ᴠɪᴄᴋ ʜᴀᴡᴛʜᴏʀɴᴇ

ᴍɪʟʟɪᴇ-ʙᴇʟʟᴇ ᴅɪᴀᴍᴏɴᴅ ― ᴘᴏsʏ ʜᴀᴡᴛʜᴏʀɴᴇ

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴄᴀsᴛ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs

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DISCLAIMER

I do not own The Hunger Games, I only own Jaydah and any other characters you may not recognize from the book/film adaptations.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

For this story there won't be a specific update schedule, as I still have some kinks to work out, but there will be one eventually. I have zero plans to become a writer who abandons her stories, at the very least not this one as I have mapped out the entirety of three books since I'd first gotten the idea a year and a half ago. Some things may not make sense at first, but I promise that I'll make it make sense. Now, I'm not going to be one of those people who withholds updates for comments and reviews, although it'd be nice motivation and I promise I'm nice unless given a valid reason not to be. With that said, thank you for taking the time to read my story!