Seneca Crane’s voice boomed throughout the arena. You let the new information sink in.

“I will repeat once again. The rule of having one victor has been.. suspended. There may be two victors who originate from the same district. That is all.” The sound of static followed.

You foolishly called out Peeta’s name and began to run. Before something caught your eye. Blood. It must be Peeta. Running towards the lake you scanned the area. But.. no one. Before the same familiar voice filled your ears.

“You here to finish me off, sweetheart?” The voice was weak and hoarse. It must be Peeta. Who else in the arena would call you ‘sweetheart?’.