The district 10 duo had managed to fortify themselves within the foliage- despite the involvement in the bloodbath, the two managed to walk out unscathed which was a relief to the siblings.

From their vantage point, there are many different ways to watch other groups of tributes with their eyes being particularly set on the career pack as any opportunity to eliminate them must be taken up on in order to ensure the rebellions survival.

The two had gathered resources that they would need to survive and as time went by the two began to talk in order to break up the lingering silence between the pair due to there being no cannons sounded within the past few hours.

'You should eat, you can't be keeping watch forever.' Tiffany was concerned at the ongoing alertness Butch was showing, she understood why but she needed him in efficient condition in order to fulfill their mission to protect Katniss. Butch knew she was right and proceeded to eat some of the berries they had gathered- he was grateful to have his sister with him and safe for however long he could.

'I bet Mum and Dad are terrified, with their children in these games- we really are unlucky.'
Butch still couldn't believe the chances he would be reaped alongside his sister, he understood that the chances were higher due to the lack of victors within their district but it was still a cloud that constantly dampened his mind.

'I'm sure all the tributes families feel the same. I know that outrage had been seen once the districts had realised that two tributes with children had been reaped. This was never the deal, we didn't survive for this.'

Butch knew she was right, both he and Cecilia were the tributes with children at home. Although the two did not interact much- it was always nice for the two to disclose parenting tips to the other, it was a small act that meant a lot to either tribute- Butch was just glad that he wouldn't be the one to kill her.

He continued to be restless with his eyes darting in every direction- he was desperate to know if his friends were still alive within this arena, if they were suffering from the same torment or not. Tiffany could see how much this was eating him up but due to the given situation she knew her support would offer little comfort. They both needed answers as to who was alive, answers which would soon arrive in the next hour through the overhead darkness.

Fanfare cried out over the jungle as the images of the fallen illuminated from above. Butch rushed to his feet, pleading with whoever was listening for the safety of his allies.

The images of the district 5 male, district 6 male, district 8 male and female, district 9 male and female and the district 11 female all collectively appeared on the screen. All noble victors who now suffered their demise.

'Thank god.' Was all the words that Butch could muster from his exhausted frame. Tiffany slowly stood up and ushered her brother to bed where she would keep the first watch for the night. Before the two could assume their positions, 12 bells rang out amongst them- something terrible was about to begin but neither one knew the extent.
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Daylight broke over their camp, throughout the night there was no movement besides the two switching watch. Tiffany was still asleep while Butch stood guard with a spear in hand- he certainly didn't feel any comfort in the nostalgia he was feeling. He still hadn't seen any sign of Finnick or Johanna and he wouldn't know their condition until the following night, that's why he was more determined than ever to search for either one but looking at the size of the arena- they could be anywhere.

Butch's train of thought was quickly broken once he heard the snap of a nearby branch. Someone was approaching. Was it one of his allies? He readied his spear while slowly moving towards his sleeping partner in order to wake her, with a slight connection between his foot and her back, she was waking up.

Butch scouted the foliage in front of him but it was too dense to make out anyone approaching. He slowly withdrew the knife from the holster and handed it to Tiffany, knowing that despite her morals she would use it if needed.

A knife flew into the direction of the male- imbedding it into his side. An ambush. Butch faltered in pain before realising the careers were attacking. He used the spear to assist his movement and grabbed onto his sisters hand before sprinting into the opposing direction the weapon was thrown. Butch winced in pain but his rushing adrenaline was helping ease the effects- the two siblings were relentless in their escape while hearing a collage of breakages as the career pack moved upon them.

A spear narrowly avoided the pair but caused the two to divide in separate directions.

'Run.'

The simple word that came out of Tiffany's mouth before the separated individuals sprinted to their respective paths.

Butch continued to head deeper into the foliage unsure as to which careers were tailing him- either way he didn't need to know, hiding was the only goal. A steep slope emerged in front of the escaping man and due to the surge of pain from his wound he recklessly tumbled down, furthering injuring him, causing the spear to roll away from him. He quickly dragged himself up before cowering behind a wall of vines, encompassing the whole of his body.

The two following careers emerged from the corner of his eye- the district 2 pairing. The battle born tributes scoured the area looking for the opportunity to kill the injured individual.

Butch had to remain still. Had to hope that his partner had managed to flee the assailants- he was sure that this would be the end as even he knew he wouldn't stand a chance against both Brutus and Enobaria. The two still continued to search until they suddenly ceased their advances. Had they spotted him? Butch reluctantly accepted his fatal fate until his acceptance was interrupted.

'We need to move. Now.'

There was another threat that even the careers couldn't face. With that command the two sprinted back in the direction they came from as Butch stood there grasping onto the implanted knife and slowly removed it, biting into his arm to mute his cries.

He left the wall of vines in search for his sister- he was cautious to avoid whatever threat had deterred his killers but he knew no canon had sounded during that altercation. It only took a few steps to see the figure of his sister in front of him, she turned as she revealed the knife twisted into her chest.

Butch ran forward but after a few steps collapsed as numbness crept over his legs- his brain screamed out for more movement but his body was not co-operating.

Paralysis gas.

Tiffany also fell onto her back from the gas leakage but due to her injury her mobility was slowing. Butch dragged himself over to his sister before analysing how he could best help her survive.

'Butch.' He was ignoring her calls, he knew what she was going to say.

'Butch, there's nothing you can do. Look at me.'

'Let me think. Please.'

'Look at me.'

He couldn't ignore her any longer as reality sunk in. The gas had caused him to be unable to assist her in any way and now he would have to watch his sister die in front of him. His glossed eyes locked with hers.

'I need you to listen to me. There was nothing you could have done.'

Tears broke out from the male, he couldn't believe this was the end. She placed her hands on the sides of his face, trembling slightly.

'Don't let them destroy you. I want you to live not just survive. Can you do that?'

He feebly nodded his head as he gasped for air. Words couldn't emerge from his mouth due to surge of emotion, he just continued to bury his face more into his sisters grip.

'I love you Butch. Always.'

'I love you too.'

That was the last interaction the two would be allowed before a canon rung out into the arena. Butch felt hollow as his head hung over his sisters chest, having to suffer with the sound of silence emitting from her heart. He was stained in her blood, he knew he needed to leave in order to allow her body to be collected- he needed to search for his allies.

A strained scream escaped his trembling lips. He didn't care who he alerted, if he died at least he would be reunited with her. As he looked on at the approaching death claw, Tiffany's body was raised littered in flowers that Butch had plucked from nearby. He solemnly turned his body to the opposite direction and began his search for his friends, while tightly gripping onto his open wound.