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Night 6

Mae Crow, District 1:

Gideon, Cecily and I are on the hunt. There's 3 others out there, and they're death-dealing threats. Aro just put my District partner to death. Gideon is infuriated, Cecily and I barely able to achieve half his pace. We're headed in Aro's direction.

"This is absolutely pointless," I shriek through forceful pants, coming to a halt. Cecily slumps to the forest floor, breathless and groaning with body ache.

"He's gone, Gideon. You can't even be certain he went this way, let's call it a night." I convey, staring into the night sky wheezing heavily. Gideon twirls around sharply, then strides towards me. His facial expression displays pure rage. I gulp nervously as he comes face to face with me (well, not really because he's like 7 feet tall and I'm a petite 5'6).

"Look at you, not even out for the blood of that scum that just killed Hansen. You District 1 snakes hold no integrity, no loyalty. If it wasn't tradition to ally with your crooked District, you would have been dead days ago." I drop my jaw, offended that he even has the audacity to speak so lowly of my District.

"I hope you're kidding. There's no rule we have to ally, I could have single-handedly taken down this whole alliance from the beginning. And seriously, it's so unrealistic pursuing Aro, he'll be outnumbered no matter what, so I don't see why it's so urgent to kill him now. I barely knew Hansen, and before you bring up my District's lack of loyalty why don't you take a good look at Cecily, she's the one that let Aro into our campsite, then gave him the opportunity to kill one of our allies."

I peer over at Cecily, she's still worn out, but clearly she didn't like what I said about her. I can tell by the anger in her eyes. Before I even let Gideon respond, I continue to go on.

"Like honestly, from the first day in this arena I've had to sleep with one eye open. I'm always watching my back. But whatever, loyalty means shit to me. I'm focused on victory, bringing triumph to my District. Wealth. This is a game, a game with no rules. Do you think I'm stupid? You're both from 2, I'm from 1. What's going to happen when we're the last 3 standing? Yeah, that's right. You'll turn on me faster than a speeding bullet."

This argument is pathetic, so I finally wrap it up. In style. I reveal a sword and charge.