The three of us stare at each other for a few seconds. I assess them.

Jason has a golden sword, and Thalia has a spear. I know we're all thinking the same thing. I grip my knife tighter.

Then we leap into battle.

I dodge Thalia's spear, which she chucked at me, and make my way to Jason. I dodge his attacks, stepping just out of the way of his sword. I position myself so I can see both of them.

Thalia's gotten her spear back, and is pointing it at me. Jason's still lunging at me, and I'm still dodging.

Thalia joins her brother, and they're both lunging at me, aiming to kill. My hearts beating fast, and adrenaline's surging through my body. I can almost feel the eyes of the Capitol. I'm definitely on screen now, and the Capitol wants to see what the girl with the eleven can do.

So I show them.

When Jason lunges at me, I duck under his arm and slash at it. He screams out in pain, and blood splatters my face. He drops his sword, and I shove my knife in his neck. This all takes me ten seconds, and Jason drops to the ground, dead. A cannon goes off.

It's just Thalia and me now. I turn to face her. She ignores me, and drops to Jason's side. Then she looks up at me, a combination of rage and sadness in her eyes.

I flee.

She doesn't come after me. Or, at least, I don't think she does. I run some distance into the woods, and start running forwards, hopefully staying parallel to the river. I'll need to find it again.

The adrenaline's worn off, and my limbs feel fatigued. I slow to a walk. With the fight over, I have some time to think. That's when I realize what I'd just done.

I killed somebody.

Granted, this was the Hunger Games. Killing people was kind of the norm here. But I still felt bad about it. Jason just wanted to survive, like me. And now, he was dead.

Because of me.

That's when I realized something else; Jason was my first kill. Well, besides Clarisse, but I doubt they counted that. In the games, they count who you've killed. The more people you kill, the higher your chances are of getting a sponsor.

Suddenly, I don't know what to feel. Should I be proud of my actions, or ashamed?

Don't think about it, I tell myself. If I want to win, I'll have to get used to killing people. There's never been a victor in the history of the games who didn't have to kill anyone. A few years ago, the victor only killed one person, seeing as they were their ally and had killed everyone for them. But still. They had to kill their ally, someone who they were probably close to.

You can't win the Hunger Games without giving up a bit of your humanity. The sooner I accepted this, the better.

I stopped to eat my crackers. Now that I'd found a water source, I didn't know what to do. All those nights I'd spent planning in the Capitol, I'd only planned my two stunts at the Cornucopia, not any farther. Should I go hunting, and try to establish a food source? Should I go out and find someone to ally with? Should I go out and try to kill someone?

The last option made me uneasy, especially after what I just did. I noticed I still had some of Jason's blood on me.

Well, now I know what I'm going to do, I thought. I'm going to wash this off.

I made my way back to the river. I look around for a bit before walking over to it. Thalia's nowhere to be seen.

Good. She's the last thing I want to deal with right now.

I kneel by the river and stick my hands in the cold water, splashing my face with it. I manage to get all the blood off, but there's still some stuck in my hair that I can't get out. I try to ignore it.

Feeling refreshed, I ate some more crackers. A cannon sounded. Good. Combined with my fight with Jason and Thalia, that should be enough entertainment for the Capitol. Hopefully, the Gamemakers won't make a tornado or something tonight.

The skies starting to darken, and I make my way back into the forest. I almost climb a tree with a Tracker Jacker nest, one of the Capitols most dangerous mutations. Thankfully, I notice just in time and find a different tree a reasonable distance away.

I belt myself in and polish off my first box of crackers. That's when I hear them.

"I'm bored, let's go back to camp."

"Shut up, Octavian!"

The Careers come into view, illuminated by torchlight. All five of them are there.

I hold my breath. All it would take is one of them to look up, and I'd be toast.

"No one's stopping you," Percy shrugged. It's the first time I've seen him since the roof, seeing as I didn't truly see him at the Cornucopia. "Go on back. But when you get killed, don't blame us."

"Unless, of course, you want to find the girl who made you look like an idiot in front of the entire country," Rachel said with a hair flip. "If I remember correctly, you were the one who said Annabeth Chase was dead."

I can't help but grin, but it soon fades. That meant Octavian was looking for me. That all of them were. And that was a bad thing.

"She looked dead!" Octavian argued. "And none of you corrected me!"

"Both of you shut up!" Percy complained. "Let's go. If she's was here, she would've left the second she heard us coming."

Everyone mumbled their agreements, though Rachel and Octavian didn't look happy about it. Then, to my horror, Percy's head lifted up, and his eyes locked onto mine.

My heart stopped.

He looked shocked for a few seconds, but then grinned and winked.

"C'mon," He said. "Let's go."

And, to my suprise, they left. Percy was at the back, and lifted his arm to wave at me. I couldn't help but smile, but it melted the second I faintly heard Octavian say the words that sunk my heart.

"Let's go wipe District 3 out of this game."