Idk if I already put this pic of Amethyst (I think I did) but whatever she looks amazing in it, even if her skin is a bit light and her pride pins are all wrong (did this a while ago when she had a diff sexuality).

"A-autumn?" I speak first, and when I glance over at Myles he looks elated, yet frozen. Is he scared of this tiny girl?

The girl in question nods, taking a step forward. Myles looks like he wants to turn and run, but doesn't. I give him a questioning look, but he doesn't react. 

"Yup, it's me. Surprised?" 

I nod. I am, actually. I never thought someone like her could escape from jail. Not that I have anything against Autumn, but... she's only twelve. 

"Well, I'm not the little girl you think I am. Not anymore, that is. You have to be strong to survive here. I adapted." She walks over to me and Myles, flicking her blades and making a thin line of red appear on Myles' hand. He wraps his sleeve around it, stopping the blood flow, and then glares at Autumn. 

She raises her eyebrows. "What's the glare for, old man? You know you deserve it." 

Myles hesitates, looking nervous, and then speaks. "Autumn, it's not my fault."

Autumn smirks again, pacing around the both of us. She swipes her dagger again, making another cut appear. Myles winces, and I take a careful step towards him. Has Autumn gone mad?

"Oh, dear Myles, you know it is." She takes a menacing step forward, but I intervene before she can hurt him anymore. 

"Autumn, uh, what happened? What did Myles do?" My voice shakes, and she turns to look at me, abandoning her victim. Myles gives me a look of thanks, but erases it quickly. I flash a smile at him, then look down at the red-haired girl. 

She scowls. "He answered the question incorrectly. He betrayed me. For you." She raises her knife to my face, and I cross my eyes staring at the point. 

I raise my arms, the brown skin looking ashy in my peripheral vision. I gulp down the fear, and speak again. 

"Uh, what question?" 

Myles looks like he wants to answer, but doesn't want to provoke Autumn. 

Autumn glances over at the blond boy. 

"While you were asleep, I asked Myles that if he had the chance, would he save me or you. Want to guess what his answer was?" she snarls, bringing the blade a hair closer to my nose. I carefully nod, trying to look understanding. 

Maybe I should be feeling guilty, but somehow a feeling of hope washes through me. Myles chose me over Autumn, the girl who's like a sister to him, who he's known for probably years?

My first thought is that he must be stupid, to trust an outsider like me, but my second thought shushes the first one. It lets me keep my blind hope, just for the reason of keeping me happy. 

"I'm sorry," I whisper, earning a guilty look from Myles. "It wasn't my fault."

Autumn smiles, moving the dagger away from my face. 

"I know," she says. "That's why I'm going to kill him, not you. Don't worry, it isn't personal."

I gulp. Actually, it seems like it rather is. 

She walks over to Myles, slashing a longer cut across forehead. Blood drips down, and he closes his eyes, pinning his arms to his sides and turning stiff. He looks like he's bracing himself, for his death. 

"Remember what I told you when you were first transferred into my cell?" she growls into his ear. 

"You were only ten," he whispers quietly. Autumn shakes her head. 

"So what? I was more dangerous then than you'll ever be. If you didn't believe me, shame on you." She brings the knife to his neck, but keeps it there. Myles looks like he's trying not to breathe. 

"'Don't mess with me,'" she snarls, repeating the words she told Myles. "'I can kill you if I want to. And if you betray me? That's what will happen.'"

She smirks, but pushes the knife in further. A drop of blood forms, and Myles gives me one last despairing look. 

I take a deep breath, then shove the little girl away. She trips and falls, landing in a heap on the ground. But I only have a moment to hope she's stabbed herself before she's standing again, looking even more murderous. 

I gulp. What have I done?

Autumn takes a step towards me, and I rush to the door on the other side of the room, the one that doesn't lead to the stairwell. I hear her footsteps following me. 

Good, I think. If she follows me and I kill her, she can't get Myles. 

I turn into the closet room down the hallway, which just happens to be an armory. I smile, thanking my lucky stars, and grab an axe from the wall. It slides against its sheath with a sort of shink noise, and I feel the handle, getting used to the weight. It's lighter than I'm used to, but I think I can handle this. 

I step out of the hallway, but I don't see the little girl anywhere. With a rush of panic, I run into the room with Myles, and of course she's there. Getting ready to kill Myles, yet again. 

She scoffs at my appearance, rolling her eyes. "Shame, I thought you'd ran away. Guess you're just as moronic as him." 

Autumn takes a step towards me, twirling her knives. I smile, brandishing my axe. 

Worry flickers over her face for a moment, and pride sweeps through me. I know she's remembered that she's fighting a girl who's older than her, stronger than her, and has won the Hunger Games. I can beat her, I'm pretty sure. 

But then it's gone, replaced with a look of pure confidence and determination. I shift my weight from one foot to another, wondering who'll strike first. 

Apparently it's Autumn, because she takes a step towards me, then breaks into a sprint. She chases me at full speed, yet I hold my ground, dodging to the left at the last second. Before she can regain her bearings I run over to Myles, placing myself in front of him. I won't let her kill him. 

"Amethyst, we have to run!" Myles whispers in my ear, but I shake my head. I don't think I'll be able to form words right now, with adrenaline clogging my throat, but I know we don't have to run. I can--and will--fend off Autumn.

The girl in question charges me again, this time to quick for me to move. She slams the hilt of her knife into my face, and my legs collapse. 

I'm sitting on the floor now. My eyes are watering so much I can't see, and I feel dizzy. I probably got a concussion, but right now the only thing I can think about is that Autumn spared me. She didn't kill me--and she definitely had the chance. One well-placed stab between my eyes and I'd be a goner. She would be able to get rid of Myles, and then escape by herself. Start her own life, away from the prison. Probably in District Thirteen, if it's even real. But she didn't. She didn't take that path. She hit me, enough to knock me down, but didn't--

A scream interrupts my thoughts, and I look up. I see Myles holding my axe, and realize I must have dropped it. 

Oh no. He doesn't know how to use that, does he? He'll stab himself!

I force myself to my feet, although it feels like my bones are made of wet noodles. Noodles that ache. 

Myles glances over at me, just for a moment, and then raises my axe--which has a bit of blood on the tip

Another scream, and I realize they're coming from Autumn. She's splayed out in front of Myles, holding her arm. He's cut her, deep. And she doesn't like that. 

She looks up at us with a murderous look in her eyes. "I'll kill you! You'll--" 

She's interrupted by a swing from Myles, which intercepts her words with a soft thump. The axe embeds itself in her forehead, and the little girl falls to the ground, her eyes blank. Her face ashen. 

My hand covers my mouth. I think I'm crying, but it might just be my eyes watering from the punch. 

Myles killed her. He killed Autumn. 

"Myles--" I start, but he shakes his head. 

"No, not now. We'll talk about this later. Right now we need to escape, Amethyst."

I close my eyes for a second, but open them when all I can see is Autumn, dead. Then I nod, because I know we do need to escape. Now, or we'll be found. 

I pick up my axe, using the edge of my shirt sleeve to wipe off Autumn's blood. Then I run back to the stairwell, barely pausing to look back at the small girl's corpse before I follow Myles up and away from this horrible dungeon.