-Mia Elgarven, District Eight-

Easton carries me all the way back to our little meadow, careful not to jolt my leg in any shape or form, as he knows that I won't like it. I am really lucky to have him as an ally in these godforsaken games.

As he walks, he stares down at me, a smile playing around his mouth. I look back up at him dreamily, and his smile widens, a happy evident on his face.

It takes a while for us to reach our 'hideout', but when we do finally reach it, we find that any supplies that we may have left there before going to the party are still hidden behind the bush that we left them by. Thankfully, they appear to have not moved an inch.

Carefully, my ally sets me down beside a tree, that suffices as being a support to help me sit up, without too much difficulty. I turn my head and meet his gaze full on. "Let's see what's in those bags. I'm curious."

Easton tosses me my bag, and I take a deep breath before starting to pull off the tape sealing the top of the bag. The tape is quite sticky on mine, for some reason, but finally I manage to get it fully off. But I feel surprised when the only object that falls out appears to be a small pot of ointment. How can this pot fix my leg?

He looks at me with a solemn expression in his eyes, and asks, "may I?" I nod in silent assent, as he unscrews the lid and coats his fingers with the thick white liquid, and gently brings them down onto my leg.

As soon as they touch my leg, I let out a piercing scream, tears running in rivulets down my cheeks. My leg is unbelievably painful, and it keeps getting worse.

Easton stares at me, appearing to be frightened by my reaction. Hastily, he screws the lid back onto the pot and throws it behind him, coming over to kneel beside me, as I sob.

Soon, my screams fade slightly, as the stabbing pain in my leg subsides. Not knowing what i'll see, I look down at my leg, preparing myself for the worst.

Only, the worst doesn't come.

My leg, instead of appearing ruined and blood-soaked, now appears to be completely normal, except for a thin scar that runs down the place where the wound should have been.

I slowly bend it, then straighten it out again.

No pain.

Decideing to take the plunge, I use my hands to push myself up, and then to finally stand, taking it bit by bit. When I reach my full height, I wobble unsteadily for a moment, and Easton sprints forward, just in case I fall. But I don't; I hang on. Tears of joy escape from my eyes as I walk causiously towards him, growing more confident with each step. Eventually I collapse into his arms, holding onto him tightly.

I may not know what that ointment was, but it definitely did the trick. I can walk again, without having to worry about using crutches, or a stick.

I can finally repay Easton back, for all the help that he has given me.

It takes a while to get used to walking properly again, but I patiently pursue the task. Easton helps me, never giving up, calming me down the one time that I scream in annoyance.

Finally, I master the skill, although my leg still feels like a strange attachment to my body. Testing myself again, I turn to him and ask if he would like me to collect some berries for us to eat. He nods, confirming that I should search for some. The only station that I managed to scrape my score for was the edible plants station, although my score was 77, which wasn't exactly the best score of the lot. The best score was Valentyna's. She somehow managed to get a score less than ten in her training session. I'd bet that she just chucked around a couple of knives, or something along those lines.

I give him a small smile, then turn to go and find some berries.

Hopefully I won't kill us both with my slight lack of knowledge. The smile drops off my face as I think this, but I make a silent vow to myself that I will make a meal for Easton. I'll just have to only choose the berries that i'm certain about.

It takes a while to try and find any plants that I know of, and by evening I am sweating over it. For all my efforts, I only have a meager handful of wild strawberries. Most of the berries here are completely foreign to me.

I can't go back to Easton with only this many berries. He'll know that i'm not so good at identifying them after all, and I can't stand the thought of that. I have a responsibility to help keep is alive.

My eyes light upon a small bush, with plenty of small round berries on it. Blueberries- Perfect. I go over and snatch them of the branch, not paying any heed to the bright red juice running down my fingers. It must be from the strawberries.

Satisfied, I begin to head back to my ally. I finally have a decent amount of berries to mame us a meal.

When I reach him, Eason is very happy with the berries that I have collected. He grins at me then shows me two stones, with a hollowed out pot on top of each, made out of wood.

When I question him about them, he tells me that it is a survival technique- heating up food using the boiling hot stones as conductors. He also adds that I should take a break and let him do the cooking. I agree, quietly, and sit down to rest beside the tree that I sat down beside not so long ago.

The food, when made, doesn't take much time to cook. Easton soon calls me over to collect my bowl, and I stare into it dubiously. It seems a tad too red for a mixture of strawberries and blueberries, but still, it's food.

Easton is the first to take a bite. As soon as he takes one, his face goes an ashen grey colour and I immediately realise that something is majorly wrong. He directs his gaze at me, then coughs, blood bubbiling from his lips. I start back in horror, knocking my dish over in the process.

He begins to choke, and a scrap of paper drifts down from the sky. I catch it in midair, then read it. What I read horrifies me.

The berries I picked weren't blueberries.

They were Nightlock, some of the most poisonous berries in Panem. They kill within a minute, and the deaths are always agonisingly painful.

I squint at the scrap of paper slightly. Two words are printed in small print at the bottom of the paper. Get.... down?

I look at Easton, who has stopped convulsing, and is standing rigid. I frown. He looks like he a bomb, about to go off.

My eyes widen. A bomb... the party cakes. Some of them had bombs hidden inside. Without hesitation, I throw myself behind a boulder just as the Arena erupts with a huge banging sound, or so it seems.

Charcolled flesh and mud flies everywhere, as I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for it to end.

Finally it does, and I stand up warily, staring at my former ally's body. It is nothing but a charred corpse now.

Five cannons boom. I presume that Easton's death set off a chain reaction with the bombs, and now all the people who ate the cakes with them in are now dead.

I run away from the meadow, into the streets, tears clouding my vision. All my allies- dead. So many innocent lives wasted, and just because the Capitol finds it entertaining.

Eventually, I slow to a halt, and lean again a wall, sobbing. I can't stand this anymore. I just want to go home.

A noise of crunching gravel alerts me to another presence in this street. I lift up my head slowly, only to find myself face to face with the insane District One tribute, Valentyna.

She smiles, nastily. "It's your turn to die now, sweety. You've embarrassed me quite enough."

With those words, she brings out a strange, noose-like weapon, hooks it round my neck, and begins to tighten it. But instead of the pain that I am expecting, a zap of electricity travels through my body, forcing me to lose conciousness.

I open my eyes to find my face staring directly back at me. I reel back in shock as the other 'me' looks stunned. "Wait, this can't be possibl-"

They go slack, as their eyes become glassy smooth. A cannon booms, as the anthem begins to play, with all the deaths of today.

Valentyna Taras, District One

Kierlan North, District Two

Damon-Lee Knight, District Two

Dante Benzikinte, District Three

Clancey Decimus, District Five

May Brooks, District Six

Ivy Lane, District Seven

Easton Pierce, District Eleven.

The list seems to go on forever, and as Easton's name comes up, a tear trickles down my cheek. I already miss him.

Only four tributes left in the games now. Two of the district one tributes, one of the district four tributes, and I.

I wonder why I am not listed on there; how am I still alive? Valentyna pretty much killed me. And I still don't know how she died.

That's when I notice the red nail polish on my nails. Frowning, I wonder about it. Strange, I didn't have it on before.

I also feel taller, and stronger, as well.

Curious, and slightly freaked out, I take a look at myself in one of the few intact windows, and scream.

Because I know how I am alive. I have been placed into Valentyna's body.

The same way that she was probably placed into mine.

A/N I enjoyed writing this chapter, but don't worry, Valentyna isn't gone for good...

I'll just shut up now before I give too much away xD

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-Wildifae