"Target coordinates set." I ran toward a nearby lake, diving in to avoid the tanks chasing after me. Making sure I kept my head under the water, I swam down to the circular metal disc built into the cliff that marked the boundary of the lake. I pulled the small, triangular prism out of my pocket, inserting it into a small indentation on the circle. A small hatch opened, allowing just enough room for me to get through. Using the small air holes along the damp tube, I used the slight water flow to push myself through until I found myself in a narrow, empty room. Finally, I was home.

On the first day of the Games, I had gone exploring, which was how I had found an underground safe house of some sort stocked with food and supplies. It featured a beautiful bedroom with a view of a coral reef, three storage rooms and one military bunker. I could easily hide out in the bunker until everyone above me was dead. I opened a can of sardines, stuffing the putrid smelling fish down my throat before flopping down onto my bed, drifting away into a place of dreams.

.....

I woke up to a wretched feeling in my stomach. I ambled out of bed, feeling unusually sluggish and... ill.

The sardines.

I ducked into the storage rooms, looking for some medicine. All I stumbled across was some ibuprofen pills. I gulped one down hurriedly, hoping it would relieve me enough for a trip to the Cornucopia. Hopefully there was some medicine there. Sighing, I strapped up in some diving gear, leaving the underground safe house. I pushed through to the surface, feeling myself fall... when I saw a billowing white parachute attached to a massive metal chest falling through the water. I dove down toward it, grabbing it and entering the safe house once again.

Once I was inside and in a fresh pair of clothes, I opened the metal chest, finding a few boxes of pepto-bismol, some aspirin, canned food, iodine pills and metal tanks filled with water. For a moment, I couldn't have been more thankful for the Capitol. Grabbing a glass, I opened a metal tank, pouring some water into it. I gulped down an aspirin and some pepto-bismol, relaxing on my bed before cranking open a can of tomato soup.

For the first time since the Games had begun, I felt at peace.

"Finally!"

My fire had finally kindled, providing me warmth and light in the dark, eerie underground bunker I had found. The bunker was the only place where the strange bugs that roamed the surface of the city could not harm me. I sat huddled by the small fireplace in the bunker, cranking open a can of beef stroganoff. Disgustingly enough, the stroganoff had gone cold, causing me to pour it into a small pan and hold it over the fireplace. I drank the stroganoff straight out of the pan, the warm, spicy liquid cosying me up inside, before rinsing my mouth out with some water and heading to bed.

.....

"Hey, cut it out, Taurus!" She smiled, flicking the daisy out of her blonde hair. I smiled, Gathering up some more daisies. My fingers worked across their stems, weaving together all the flowers to make a crown. "Here, put it on!" I handed it to her, brightening upon seeing her beautiful smile. Smile lines began to form beneath her intense green eyes, making her look even more beautiful. "Okay, okay, I'll put it on." She placed the daisy crown in her hair, spinning around until she was dizzy.

Just as she was about to fall, I caught her by the waist, laughing, before taking her hand and leading her in a dance. It was a day before The Reaping, and if, God forbid, I was chosen, I wanted to do this. I wanted to dance with my girlfriend, Ophiuchus, for the last time. "You look perfect, Ophiuchus." She nestled her head on my shoulder, sighing happily. "Promise me one thing, Taur."

"Hm?"

"If you are chosen to compete in the Games, try to make it out alive. For me." I nodded. "I would've said the same thing to you if you weren't a year older." She laughed, plating a kiss on my lips. "We'll be okay, Taur. We will be okay."

......

I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye, ready to face a new day.

Looking at the camera in the bunker, I cleared my throat.

"Ophiuchus, this is for you. Even though things seem horrible right now, we will survive this. I will win the Games, and when I come back, I'll weave you a crown of diamonds. I'll dance with you in a meadow made of gold and I'll make your smile glow like a thousand jewels at once. I will find my way back to you. So please, just wait for me."

"Oh my god, what is taking you so long?" Scorpio asked. "Relax, I'm just showering-I smell like blood." Scorpio laughed. "Hey, you killed someone, of course you smell like blood." I ripped open a bag of clothes I had found at a ruined boutique, dressing myself in a plain white dress. Looking at my reflection against the shard of a mirror at the wreckage Scorpio and I stood at, I noticed just how angelic I looked. Laughing, I looked over at Scorpio, cleaning Leo's blood out of his tent. I really wasn't an angel.

"Hey, why are you crying?"

I shook my head, unable to explain the tears falling down my face. "He called me Angel..." Scorpio put an arm around me. "I'm pretty sure I heard this girl tell Leo not to call her Angel." I smiled, rolling my eyes. "Well, in that case..." Scorpio began to smirk, bringign his face closer to mine. "You're a bad girl now. And lucky for you, I'm very into bad girls." He moved closer yet, still smirking....

"We should probably finish cleaning the tent."

"No, I think I'd rather do this first." And with that, he took my hand, spinning me round until my lips met his under the evening sky. I leant into him, smiling, my arms finding their way around his neck. This was not the kind of fairytale kiss that Prince Charmings gave their princesses. It was so, so much better, because it didn't bind me to him. This was just for fun. No strings attached.

I smirked, pushing Scorpio away. "Now let's go clean that tent." He smirked right back, pulling me closer toward him. "Absolutely."

"Hello, dear remaining tributes!" I paused, as did Scorpio. "Here are today's deaths. First of all, Virgo Holloway, District 6. Dagger to the heart, killed by Gemini Clemonte, District 2. Sagittarius Harrington, District 8, dagger to the heart, killed by Gemini Clemonte. Aquarius Tudor, District 11, run into the ground with a trident, killed by Gemini Clemonte. Capricorn Bechtel, District 7, carotid severed with a throwing star, killed by Gemini Clemonte. Dear me, she really was on a roll!

"Moving on: Aries Hunt, District 1, stabbed in the back! Oh, how ironic! Killed by Leo Astor Reyes. Gemini Clemonte, District 2, sword to the heart, killed by Leo Astor Reyes. And... Leo Astor Reyes, District 4, venom-slathered disc, killed by... Oh, wow! Libra English De Loughrey! Remaining tributes are Taurus, Libra, Scorpio, Cancer and Pisces. My goodness, this is rather unexpected! Everyone predicted that the first three to die would be, in this order, Libra, Pisces and Cancer. My! Well, good night to you all!"

I sighed, biting my lip. "Nobody expected me to make it this far..." Scorpio smirked. "Well, its about damn time you proved them wrong." I placed my hand in my pocket, smiling at Scorpio. "Yeah. I really do think it is, Scorpio." I broke out into a pace. "It's about time things changed. We've been living in an unjust society where people feel that it is their right to discriminate against certain groups of people based solely on where they come from. We need a new regimen. A new rule to obey, a new system of functionality."

My fingers closed around the hilt of the dagger, ready to throw it. "It's about time someone spoke up. About time I ended this and changed things." Building up my momentum, I broke out into a sprint, driving the dagger through Scorpio's chest. I looked into his fantastical pinkish-purple eyes, wide open in shock. "Just know that you died for the greater good." I twisted the dagger slightly, feeling his pulse weaken before it completely faded away. Sighing, I closed his eyelids with my hands, pulling the dagger out of his chest. "I'm sorry."

"What? Hello? Where-" I opened my eyes slowly, finding Aquarius right next to me. "Aquarius!" She jolted up, turning to face me. "What-how?" She broke out into a smile, cupping my face in her hands. "We're back together. Thank god." She pulled me into a long, sweet hug, planting a kiss on my cheek. "Are we dead?" I blurted out, afraid of the answer.

"No, you are not dead Mr. Harrington. You can thank me for that." I frowned, noticing a rather handsome man leaning against a pole, dressed in a tuxedo. "My apologies, we haven't formally met yet, have we?" He chuckled, straightening off the pole and walking over to Aquarius and I. "I'm Mr. English." He looked back at a beautiful, black-haired woman, smiling. "That's my wife. Mrs. English, nee Ms. De Loughrey." English.... De Loughrey.... I gasped, putting two and two together in my head. "Oh my god," Aquarius gasped.

"What I'm saying is, it's lovely to meet you. We're Libra's parents."