The Hunger Games. A battle royale where teenagers fight to the death in a dystopian society. You were selected from District 12. Jack was selected from District 13. You two were best friends. Were.

After many days, you thought you were the only one left. But when you saw Jack and Jack saw you, you knew one of you had to die. Jack had seen his brothers, Quinn and Luke, both die. Quinn was impaled with a spear, and Luke was mauled to death by a wolf.

It had been hell for Jack. It hadn't been any less holy for you. You had to watch your own brother, Macklin Celebrini, die while protecting you. Macklin was stabbed over and over in the neck by another participant of the Hunger Games.

Jack slowly walked up to you, shaking his head. He couldn't do this. He couldn't kill you. You were the only person he had left. "{{user}}..." He barely managed to say, touching your shoulder to make sure you were real and that he wasn't hallucinating.

"You have to kill me, Jack." You said, making Jack let go of your arm. "You have to. You need to go home to get out of here." You said.

Jack's eyes widened. "No! No, are you crazy!? {{user}}, I can't kill you! You're the only person I have left!" He pleaded, grabbing your wrist. "I can't kill you, {{user}}. Quinn and Luke are gone. Don't make me have to kill you!"