*WARNING GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND LANGUAGE*

Rosalyn Adella Sandler didn't leave the statue that night. As she stared out the windowed eyes and into the oncoming snow she was the skies cloud over with mighty grey, the feather-like flakes of snow become like swarms of chaotic bits of frost and the air become thick, wet and cold to the bone. That was the beginning of the blizzard.

Ro curled up in the corner of the head-room. She was immersed in brisk darkness as the sun was obscured by the dark plumes of cloud and the day turned into night. The girl reached into her pockets and pulled out a pathetic meager apple. She bit into it, the sour juices being the first thing she ate in nearly two days. She had felt her stomach growl and rumble with pain until now, but she needed to eat eventually. Thank god for sponsors.

After finishing the apple she discarded its core by simply tossing across the room and into the darkness. She closed her eyes as she pressed herself in the corner of the two cold metal walls. She began to drift away, the soft chattering of her own teeth the only thing keeping her awake. She hadn't slept much recently. It was obvious she would need it, but she needed a lot of things that would never be met... Not as long as she was stuck in this damned arena.

She slowly slid down the wall from a seated position and onto the course concrete of the room, her ear and cheek softly pressed onto it. She stayed in this position, curling her legs into herself- desperate for a semblance of warmth. With her ear pressed against the ground, she could somewhat hear the cracks of the seemingly sturdy tower. But amongst the sound of the creaks and squeaks of frozen metal came a more "familiar sound". The echoes of human speech came to her, or at least it seemed. Maybe it was wind... It was becoming increasingly chaotic outside. She decided to ignore it for now.

But the sound never went away. Perhaps a minute later she still heard it; it seemed even louder now-more clear and defined. She heard a boy's voice- maybe even a girl's too. She was unsure. She sat up from the ground, tucking her bleached silver hair behind her ears. She cautiously got up, using the wall as support. The room was even darker now; if she stuck out her hand she barely sees it. She walked forward towards the staircase, her steps small and cautious. She continued forward until she found herself in the staircase once again. She started proceeding down them, slow and quietly. With one hand on the railing for guidance, she kept an open ear for the sounds of other tributes. She could still hear it- a boy and a girl. She made sure to be stealthy as she made her way down the tower.

Suddenly and without warning, Ro was blinded by a flourish of neon color illuminating the large stairwell. Rings of neon lights lit up, the color shifting out of sync to the colors of the rainbow. With this Ro knew it was officially night time. Despite the change in lighting, which dimmed down quite notably within seconds of being turned on, Ro kept her hand on the now glowing railing for support.

She looked over the side of the railing and saw them from above. She saw a girl and boy around her age. The girl was a smaller looking brunette with long frazzled hair and pale skin and the other a medium sized boy with short shaggy black hair. The two looked at each other with concern at the entrance of the tower. Snow rested on their shoulders and melted into their hair. As they talked Ro looked on, wondering what to next. Before she could even decide- a decision was made for her. The shorter girl looked up from their convo and for a moment they locked eyes. Ro jumped back, hiding from the two. She still couldn't tell who the girl was, it was still too dark to see from the distance she was.

"Please! We're not here to harm anyone! We- uh- just want shelter!" a voice echoed through the chamber after a long pause. It was the girl's voice. Ro didn't reply, instead choosing to stay still- as if nothing at all had happened.

"It's actually okay! Come down! Maybe we can work something out!" the other tribute shouted in response to the silence. Ro nodded her head to herself before starting to walk down the steps- even more, cautious than before. She scorned herself for leaving her ax in the headroom of the statue. She hoped to god she wouldn't need it.

When she made it down to the base she finally realized whom she had been talking to. The girl- Shea Prescott- stood at the entrance, her hair wet and tangled. She looked at Ro with dark bags under her eyes and a look of intelligence- like she was scanning her movements. Her counterpart- Patricia or Pat Kooti- looked upon her with a weak closed smile.

"We uh... We don't want trouble. We just need a place to stay- for now," She said, her dark eyes meeting Ro's grey ones. Pat looked at Shea before blurting out in a surprisingly high voice; "We got separated from our other member in the snow! You can't just throw us back out in that damn snow!" he pleaded before receiving an elbow pounding into his ribs. Ron nodded her head she talked.

"Don't um... Don't listen to him, he's tired."

"Okay" Ro responded, unsure of what to say. "There's a room at the top. I'll take you there," She said with a slight smile before pausing. "Just, please... Don't hurt me."

"Deal"

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Ruby Terrace had begun to vomit just as the blizzard began. Armie had noticed a strangeness amongst her partner the whole day- she was quiet, her eyes heavy, and she walks slow and dragging. The older girl had assumed it was simply the gash in her leg. The Kaden boy had done a number on her for sure. Ruby herself was so scared she would never walk again- of course, Armie had assured her that she would be fine. She was near sure she was right...

When Ruby found herself vomiting and dry heaving on the side of the road, Armie had quickly rushed her into the nearest building- The grand cathedral with the Mockingjay stain glass window Ruby had been admiring mere days before. Armie was shocked by the interior of the building when they entered. The ribbed columns, the small marble fountain at the beginning of the cathedral aisle, the painting of a flock of mockingjays on the ceiling and of course the statues. Lining the sides were grey stone statues, held up in the air by five foot stone pedestals. Each statue seemingly depicted a major member of the Mockingjay Rebellion; Johanna Mason, Peeta Mellark, Finnick ODair, Haymitch Abernathy, Alma Coin, Beetee Latier, and Plutarch Heavensbee. Armie felt as if they were all watching her with stone cold, expressionless eyes.

That had only been a few hours ago and Ruby was already getting worse. Armie had laid her down in one of the dark wooden benches towards the front of the cathedral- where instead of an altar was a small throne-like chair. She looked down at a sleeping Ruby who had passed out minutes beforehand. She had no idea what was wrong- just that she was sick, possibly dying. She looked up at the glass lamps that hang from the ceiling and frowned, the orange light being emitted barely enough to fully light up the huge space.

She took off her backpack before removing the two sleeping bags that they had stored in it. She carefully laid one on the ground, in between two of the pews, giving herself a place to sleep. She then grabbed the other one and slowly draped it over Ruby, whose body was outstretched on the pew. Armie sighed as she looked out one of the stained glass windows to see the snow coming down...
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"And just like that... She was dead I guess. The cannon went off and she fell over... I had killed her." Rosalyn Adella Sandler sighed as she looked down into her lap, her smooth silvery hair falling down into her face. She held back tears, unable to look at the people in front of her- Shea Prescott and Pat Kooti.

"Holy shit man... I'm so sorry! Like actually like it being literally serious here I'm-" Pat started.

"Yeah um..." Shea interrupted her friend, lightly gazing over at him before looking back at Ro who was hiding her face from the two. " We uh- we're sorry. I'm sure Rayna would have understood." Shea continued as Ro lifted up her head. Pat looked at her and gave the best sympathetic smile he could conjure up. He was never good at consoling people with his words- no matter how many he used- but smiling usually helped. He thought she was a pretty girl- with her long silver hair, pale freckled skin, and large grey eyes.

It was morning now, the sun rising slowly over the horizon. Despite the blizzard continuing in the arena, Pat could see light peeking over the horizon, irrigating the city with soft white light. The neon lights in the headroom of the statue slowly dimmed down until they were completely off, immersing them in darkness again. The darkness, however, slowly faded away as the sun came up, announcing the beginning of their sixth day in the arena.

" We lost an alliance member too... Well, two if we never find Colin." Pat said with a slight frown. He looks at Shea. "I think that... Well, you should join us- once this damned blizzard is over. I mean we're having a pretty heavy heart to heart sesh if I must say so myself..." he murmurs the last part, looking at Ro who smiles a little.

"I agree with Patricia-"

"Pat"

"I agree with him... You should join us." Shea finishes as she nods her head. She could tell Rosayln was a good person, a genuine one. Quirky and not the most intelligent, but trustworthy. That was more than Shea could ask for.

"Okay!" Ro said with a sudden change in demeanor. She wiped a tear from her face and smiled as if nothing had ever happened. She wouldn't allow herself to be sad. She continued to smile as Pat let out a chuckle. He extended a hand, his palm facing the ground.

"What are you doing?" Shea asked, giving Pat major stink eye. Rosalyn let out a light chuckle before placing a cold hand on top of Pat's. Shea didn't.

"C'mon," Ro said looking at Shea. Soon enough Shea reluctantly raised a hand and placed it on top of Ro's. The three of them counted to three

"1,2,3"

"Alliance?"

"This is dumb..."

Another voice intruded into the convo-

"Yeah, it is."

Pat's head whipped towards the entrance to the stairwell where a lanky young man stood. The boy had short dirty blonde hair, a tall thin build and steel blue eyes that dug themselves into the three other tributes. It was Colin Cini.

"Holy shit, Colin!" Pat said smiling. He removed his hand from the circle and stood up. Shea looked at the boy with concern before slowly getting up next to Pat and Ro. Colin's pants were wet and covered in snow, his nose a bright flushed red, and his hood up, covering most of his eyes. " We thought we may never see you again," Pat said looking at the boy with an open smile. Colin didn't smile back.

"I almost died in that damned blizzard"

"Yeah, we got separated," Shea said. "We didn't know- uh- if we would be reunited." she continued.

"Well, here we are" Colin seethed. His eyes roamed over to Ro. He stared at her for a few seconds before looking back at Shea. "Who is this?" Colin asks as Shea steps forward. Shea looks at Colin whilst biting on her lip. A hand roams to her side.

"This is Rosalynd. We ran in here for shelter after we lost you... We- we wanna align with her."

"We can trust her," Pat interjected with a smirk. Colin didn't even look at him. Shea continued to talk.

"She has combat experience too." Shea finishes as Colin's eyes roam to Ro and then back to Shea. Colin lets out a heavy sigh before removing one of the multitudes of long silver throwing knives from his coat.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Pat exclaims as his eyes widen and his hands ball up. Rosalyn stands up from the ground. Her eyes dart to her ax on the ground to her right and back to Colin.

"C'mon Shea. It's too late in the games for this. The three of us can take her out easily, let's just get this over with. You too Pat" he said, not taking his eyes off of Ro. He whipped his head back, letting his hood fall back onto his neck. Shea and Pat back up at the same time.

"No Colin. Let's not..." Patricia says in a low, cautious tone. He looked at three others in the room. They all had a weapon; Ro, her war-ax; Shea, her kunai; and Colin, his throwing knives. He had nothing. He looked about desperately for a way to prevent- or even stall- a fight. "Let's be rational Colin! Someone uh-someone will get hurt!" he yelled at the boy in a desperate attempt to get his attention.

"Shut the hell up Pat and help me with this... Be like Shea" he says, eliciting a scoff from Shea.

"No. We're not doing this. You will not lay a finger on her" She demanded, stepping in front of Colin. He was significantly taller than her and looked down at the slightly younger girl. She looked right back, a ferocity to her dark brown eyes. Colin scowled.

"Fine," he said backing up. Pat took in a huge breath of relief, as did Ro. But Shea stood her ground. She looked at the boy who's still holding onto his weapon. He let out a laugh before charging her.

Shea was caught off guard as Colin ran at her. His body suddenly colliding into hers with tremendous force, sending her to the ground. She fell to the concrete as Colin ran over her, kicking her in the face and slamming her head into the ground. Pat watched in shock as Shea fell to the ground, unable to figure out what to do.

Ro quickly jumped to her left, bending down to grab her ax as Colin came at her with one of his knives. By the time he got to her, she had moved- just in time. He nearly ran into the wall before turning towards her. He raised his knife in the air before bringing it down at her, which was quickly received with a defensive swing from her ax. It knocked into the knife, slamming it into the wall next to them. Colin kept ahold of the knife though, swinging it right back. The knife slid across the flesh of her right cheek, cutting her open. Ro quickly groaned as she swung again as she backed up. She felt a trickle of blood run from the stinging sensation across her cheek.

Right as Colin was about to stab at the girl again he felt a hand land on his shoulder. He was quickly spun around by Pat who glared at him for a single moment before forcibly bending him over. He sent a knee into his stomach and abdomen again and again. Colin spurted and coughed as he did this before Pat grabbed him by the throat. He closed his hands around him, wringing his neck. Colin's pale golden skin began to turn red as he choked, clearly unable to breathe. A hand found its way into his jacket, fumbling around for a knife. It soon found it and before he knew it, Pat had a knife stabbed into his thigh. He winced in pain as he released Colin who stumbled backward, regaining his breath.

Colin then took the head of the knife and bashed into the side of Pat's head, the boy crumbling to the ground. He whipped his head around to see Ro running for the staircase, ax in hand. She stopped to help Shea up before seeing Pat crumble to the ground, and Colin free once again. Colin let out a primal, guttural scream as he ran at her, this time colliding with his target. Ro's body was launched into the wall of the stairwell, the first flight of stairs right next to her. Colin quickly grabbed her by the neck before attempting to move her. She resisted as she saw Shea get up, a handheld to her bleeding head.

Colin pushed forward a second time. Ro tried not to budge but slipped. She began to fall, Colin's hand stuck around her neck. He let go and she tumbled down the flight of steps with a slight scream. Shea hollered as she fell, running to her and Colin.

Ro was rolling for not even three seconds before she hit the landing. Her head hit the ground first, her body bedding in a bridge as she rolled with an audible crack. She didn't move after that.

BOOM

Colin was unphased as Shea ran at him, looking down the flight of stairs at Ro's body before even looking at him. Colin smirked at the shorter girl as their eyes met. She let out a scream before letting a small kunai fall from her sleeve and into her hand. She stabbed the short weapon into his shoulder. She backed up as she shook her arm, trying to loosen another kunai hidden up her sleeve. Colin grumbled and winced as he grabbed the small knife from his an arm and threw it to the ground.

Shea looked over at Pat who slowly got up from the ground, wobbly and dizzy. He clutched his aching head and looked around as Colin stomped at Shea once again. He came up to her and grabbed her by the shoulders, throwing her to ground. She slid across the concrete as Colin grabbed by a disoriented Pat. Pat grunted punching Colin and grabbing him in return. They spun around for a few moments in an effort to overpower each other before Pat slammed Colin into the glass window. A crack spread through the window- neither boy noticed it. Pat punched Colin in the face and slammed his head into the window, growing the crack.

Shea's attention was caught as the crack furthered. She stood up from the ground and ran to the two boys. As soon as she got there she saw it; Colin pulled another knife from the jacket and stabbed it into Pat's stomach. Pat screamed as it was pulled out and in again, his grip on Colin loosening. Shea quickly looked around before running up the two. She grabbed the back of Pat's jacket before driving her foot into the center of the crack in the window. It shattered as Shea yanked Pat and herself backward onto the ground and Colin fell out of the window, with one final scream.

Shea and Pat hit the ground with a thud. Pat lied there amongst the broken glass as Shea slowly sat up and crawled forward, heavily panting as glass dug into her knees. She crawled towards the edge and looked down into the blizzard. Snow flew into her hair as she looked down at the bloodied figure lying in the snow, the crimson of his blood contrasting the stark white of fresh snow...

BOOM

I know, I know it's been forever. But here yall go, hope you like it!!! Please leave your opinions on the story down in the comments. This story is like my child and I love hearing your thoughts!

RIP ROSALYND ADDELLA SANDLER AND COLIN CINI