MIA AND LUCY GRAY HAD BEEN hidden together in the duct, after Coral and her posse had run after them once again, attempting an attack.

There were no cameras in the ducts and due to that, I was left wondering what they were doing inside. I'd assume they were safe there, as Coral has now gone to taunt Lamina, but I couldn't help the sneaking suspicion crawling up inside of me--somebody could be waiting in the ducts for Lucy Gray and Mia, finishing them off for good.

The sick girl--Dill--comes out from a dark corner and cautiously goes to approach the lone bottle of water in the arena. She fumbles over herself as she falls to her knees, crawling over to get it so desperately.

She unscrews the cap and takes a sip from it like it's a gift from God himself. Something in her features shifts and she falls over onto her side. She lays against the cold ground and blood streams out of her nose. The water was poisoned.

Dill couldn't have been any older than twelve or thirteen--she was just a kid.

She was sick and naive and searching for something to save her, and when she thought she did, it bit her in the back and now she's dead.

The other tribute from Dill's district, Reaper, ran out, telling his friend to get up. He dropped his weapon and went to shake her, turning her on her side and that's when my heart shattered inside my chest.

Reaper gently lays her on the ground beside his lap and repeatedly calls her name--not wanting to believe the reality he's living and I can't blame him. The only thing he has left from home is dead. The little girl he'd promised to keep safe is gone and he wasn't there to protect her.

The boy lets out a yell, the powerful breeze that is reality hits him; brushing against him like a wave about to drown him.

I watch as he goes through what appears to be three different stages of emotion before he makes a decision.

He wastes little to no time when picking Dill up into his arms and carrying her over to where Lamina and Marcus' dead bodies lay.

He then takes his time and gathers each tribute that's been killed and lays them gently in a row, carefully closing their eyelids and crossing their arms so they may be in peace. 

Shocking us all, Reaper tugs down the Panem flag and drags it over to where the dead tributes lay.

An uproar beams behind me—nearly every single classmate of mine has arisen from their seats with a yell.

"Are you going to punish me now?" Reaper shouts, looking straight into the camera without fear. "Are you going to punish me now—"

The footage cuts off and within seconds, Dr. Gaul has taken over each one of our screens.

"Capitol citizens," her face is dull and unamused and I get this funny feeling in my gut telling me something has gone horribly wrong. "I'm afraid I must interrupt our games to announce a tragic loss." 

I can feel Festus' arm stiffen beside mine, only worsening the pure anxiety I feel. 

"One that affects us all." Dr. Gaul swallows, leaning in further into the camera. "Felix Ravenstill, son of our beloved president..." 

I can feel my stomach become undone as she says Felix's name and all I can focus in on are her words. 

The camera cuts to an image of Felix's bruised face and before I can help it, a gasp escapes my lips. 

"Has this morning succumbed to his injuries sustained in the rebel bombing." 

Felix is dead and the last time I spoke to him was when I turned him down. He was alive two weeks ago and today, he's dead. 

"Out there in the districts," her words are like spits of fury and rage. "they will be celebrating this young boy's death as a triumph. I will not allow my games to give our enemies such a victory." 

Though I don't agree with half of what the capitol has done and continues to do--nobody, especially Felix's, death should be celebrated. 

He was one of the best of us and most certainly better than who he hung out around. He was kind and pure and vulnerable and--

"I swear to you, here and now..." Dr. Gaul is beyond pissed on our screens and rightfully so. "before the sun goes down tonight. A rainbow of destruction will engulf our arena. 

I feel sick. 

"Even if there's to be no victor in these games."