Hey Guys! I'm sorry it's been so long since I've updated but I had family issues, school stuff that needed sorting out so i'm sorry. Anyway I said this fanfiction would be finished by the end of the holidays and now I've had to put that date forward to probably June at the latest. It will be done by then guys! Anyway Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or The Hunger Games... sadly. All righty enough waiting and stalling, lets begin the chapter!

List of Tributes alive:

Bella

Anju

Luke

Alice

District 1 Tributes, District 2 Tributes, District 3 Tributes, District 4 Tributes, District 7 Tributes

(14 all together)

And the Gamemakers play their ace!

Chapter 12

Mistake Part 2

Bella Swan P.O.V

10 minutes before the events of last chapter

I was cold. Freezing. My fingers were white and stiff. Something was wrong. October never used to be this cold and wet. Well at least I thought it was October, at least it was when I left my home. The apartment block is waterlogged. The Head Gamemaker was known for his rainy arenas but this was overdoing it. It'd been raining for three days and there was still no sign of it giving up. The clouds were grey and fat; the city below pregant with swollen tears and blood.

Funny how a grey sky made me feel like curling up in a ball and start crying, how much it reminded me of home. Especially after everything that had happened over the last week.

Depressing.

I pulled the blanket tighter round my shoulders. It was itchy and stained and smelled faintly of mould but at least it kept me somewhat warm. There was no such thing as luxuries any more, especially in District 12. Besides I hadn't showered in days, I probably didn't smell like roses either. When was the last time I had seen my own reflection in a mirror?

I watched as a lone tribute wandered around in the rain through the murky glass. The tribute had no face, at least not one I could see. The limp shoulders under the makeshift raincoat were sagged, tried. It's eyes were blurrry through the rain.

"Should we?"

I turned towards the voice of my friend. A young girl from District 7 with pale black hair.

"No one sane would be outside in this weather."

"Har Har, very unfunny."

Joy shrugged. "I'm still not going to invite him up for tea."

I nodded against the wall. "Better safe than dead."

"The saying is, "better safe than sorry"."

"I wouldn't be sorry, I would be dead." I closed my eyes and leaned against thwe window. I was tired. They all were. No one got much sleep these days. Who has time to sleep when staying alive requires so much effort? They had done well so far. They were all alive. At least some of them were. That had to count for something right? Ten per cent of tributes left? Twenty? It was hard to tell when so many were in hiding. There wern't many screams these days and that was a blessing is disguise. But less meant less not more. Should I include the bodies in my count? The careers? They were monsters. Monsters didn't deserve to live in my eyes.

"You should take a break and get some sleep." Joy leaned over ansd grabbed the water bottle from the window ledge.

"I'm fine." I lied, my eyes felt like my lead.

"Youv'e been here for over six hours. We're supposed to be doing this in shifts, remember? Anyway it's the least I can do after you saved me. Or are you scared of me?" She raised the bottle to her lips but I could still see the smile concealed their.

"I trust you." I snatched the bottle away before she got a sip. Water splosshed out, going up her nose, forcing me to grin like a idiot. This girl was slowly healing me.

It was nice having these moments where we could just smile and laugh but it didn't happen often. I placed the bottle down and scanned the street. The plastic tribute was slowly shuffling towards our building, nearly within hearing distance. The world may have spawned monsters but they were still good at hearing.

They watched silently as the figure moved past the building. It moved slowly, pausing to sneeze and glance back down the road from which it came. It kicked a old pop caninto a gutter and picked up something of the street; a bicycle helmet with a long crack down the side. It placed to down in a broken shopping basket at its side. Eventually it started walking again, heading back down the street in a continues shuffle. It wasn't till the tribute has shuffled around the corner I breathed.

"I think were safe," I muttered. My heart was thumping hard and I was angry again. Angry that I was still scared after three days. I wanted to be stronger, strong as the little white skinned figure somewhere out in the rain. Or like the massive bear of a man who smiled everytime he saw me. I wanted to be strong like them. But I can never be.

Anju (Last name unknown) P.O.V

Dear Sam, I'm such an idiot and now I'm going to die. If there is a heaven, I hope you're waiting for me.

Lying on my back in a ditch in a small ranch house with a shaking hand over my mouth. Less than two feet above me, a strange voice murmured. I had run the second I saw the spear and after three solid minuets of running I had scampered into a house surrounded by forest. All I saw of the mysterious person was a small pale white hand. This was too like the situation in the barn.

Surly he or she could hear my heart beat. I had thought of jumping the person but it was too risky. The Career camp may see us the second I jump and then were both dead. I still had to find Sam. Thankfully, it was dark but if the person happened to glance down they would see the moonlight shining off my eyes.

It had seen like a good idea at the time . Hide in plain sight where they'd never think to look - it was ingenious. I had nearly fallen asleep but the hand I visualized grabbing me would not. I waited for the black - haired figure to reach with a gnarled hand.

Luke Smith P.O.V

I don't remember much... the past few minuets were a blur. Images of blood, bodies and Careers fought for dominance in my mind. I could feel the rain soaking my skin as I ran. The screams of Billy and the tribute who's name I could not remember rang in my ears. I only remember the spear. Made of wood, hand crafted out of the land in the Arena. The end was bloody and broken. The staff had a single strip of cloth hanging from it and I wonder how many had met their fate to the sharp point.

It had been a Career for that I am sure. The big build and good looks proved it. Only the super rich had enough money to look that good in this destroyed world. Though, for some reason, I could not see his face. Just the beefy hands and forearms that took the life of the weak, sick boy who could of had a future... and it was my fault. The voice that had told them to go in first while I covered them from behind. The legs that ran like a coward leaving them for dead. They could of been saved. They could of been saved... just like my sister. Rotting in the rain.

I felt a gnarled hand grab me by the ankle. Fingernails ripped off leaving bloody skin. Skin bruised and rotting. This was the hand of judgement, that pulled me towards the gaping hole that led me to the place were all monsters and cowards go. To the fire.

I watched in slow motion as a green fog surrounded the street, I felt a body twitch underneath my feet. My eyes trailed down to see blood shot ones meet mine. Like the horror books and films of the past, its mouth opened and groaned the sound of new life. Around me the dead rose, no matter the state of the destruction.

My mistake caused this, for me to run and watch the horror come to life. My silly mistake caused death.

My mistake will cause my death as the broken hand that symbolised my mind reached out to pull me under.

I know its been a long wait for a short paragraph but the next one will be longer. Any suggestions will be taken in if any readers want to leave any.

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