Jerome's POV

Mitch went limp and a cannon went off.

"Mitch!" I yell and cry at the same time. Skyler is wailing right next to me. We're vulnerable, but I don't care.

I place my axe on Mitch's chest and make him hold the handle. The hovercraft comes and takes him away, but not his sword.

I pick it up and look at it.

"I made a promise, Skyler. And I'm going to keep it."

She smiles sadly and nods.

"And you should. How many tributes are left?"

I check the tribute number.

"7 tributes died recently, Dawn, Willow, Ian, Jason, Dina, Tiffany and now..." I can't say Mitch's name.

"So, who's left?" Skyler asks solemnly.

"You, me, Adam, Coral and Clos," I say. "When we counted the ten tributes before, we didn't include our group."

"Ah," Skyler nods.

Suddenly, I hear the capitol music, then the same announcer that told us about the mutts.

"Deathmatch will be starting in 60 seconds. Prepare for teleportation."

Skyler and I look at each other and she nods.

"This is it."

I nod and twirl the sword in my hand.

"One of us will win this for Mitch."

I feel fuzzy and soon enough, I'm standing on a podium in deathmatch. I'm mostly separated from the other tributes, and Adam is in between the two careers.

Here we go.

I will avenge Mitch.

A/N: Really short chapter because I want the DM to be its own chapter.