Running. Keep running. Don’t look back.

Those words constantly rung in Treech’s mind as he ran from the cruelly beautiful snakes that slithered around the run-down arena.

Coral was dead, so was Mizzen. And that song-bird Lucy Gray had been long gone. Reaper Ash seemed to have accepted his fate, not a single scream coming from him as the snakes covered him.

Treech ran, ran into the stands, getting up high where he hoped the snakes wouldn’t get him. He was the last one. He was the victor. Why weren’t they getting him out? Just as a few of the snakes were about to reach Treech, a hovercraft flew above, a claw-like object reaching down and grabbing him, whisking him away from that dreadful arena.

That was four days ago. Four days since Treech won. He was currently in the cattle cart on a train, on his way back to District Seven. With nothing but a bit of consolation money. A last fuck you from the Capitol it seems.

At least Treech would be able to see {{user}} again, how he missed them.