Heyyyyy guys. Sorry, it's been forever, but this story is almost finished. I'm going to be doing a last chapter focusing on Jesse's POV about how Amber died.. *SPOILER ALERT* lol. So, this chapter was hard to write, mainly because I couldn't think of a good way for the ending to be. Like, what is the lat thing she does? Anyway, here is the thoroughly edited last moments of Amber Kwanee:

I gulp, and try to wriggle away. But alas, I cannot. Cato presses the tip of his sword harder in to my chest, and I can't help but cry out. The rain pours down still, soaking Cato and me both through to the bone. My clothes hang on me, completely soaked. My hair hangs in strands around my face, the ponytail slicking to the back of my neck. Cato isn't much better. His hazelnut colored hair has turned a dark cocoa color, and it is plastered to his forehead as if somebody superglued it onto his scalp.

Is this the end? Will I meet my doom at the fate of an eighteen year old boy running me through with his sword? Somehow, this seems as if it is one of the worst ways to die. Much more painful than, say, dying peacefully in your sleep. I've always been afraid of death, knowing that being strangled or burning to death would be the very worst. But I think that being stuck with the sharp point of a sword is up there, as well.

One thrust, that's all it could take. Who knows how many people Cato has killed in this Arena so far?

One thrust. My life is about to end. There's nothing I can do.

Well, maybe one thing, but it doesn't sound like the best option. His arms, one on the sword and the other holding my left arm steady, do not support any way of running away. Only my face can move at all.

Which is exactly why I bite him.

I bite down on his arm hard, straining my jaw so much that I hear a sharp pain. I hear Cato catch his breath, but not make a sound. I clench my jaw harder.

He lets go of me.

I twist well out of his grasp, and run away. I don't stay to try and fight, but count on his being bitten to make his reactions slower.

His reactions are indeed slower, but they were extremely fast to begin with, so soon I hear feet pounding behind me in the forest. I try to make my path hard to follow, with lots of things to duck under and jump over. I know that I'm more nimble than big, muscled, Cato, so I make the path for the quick fox, not the strong bear.

As if on cue, I hear Cato trip and curse.

I can see nothing but trees in my limited view. Some people say fear has a taste in your mouth, and panic just makes it worse. But in my body, at least, it isn't the mouth that tastes fear. It's my chest that feels it. I feel my heart constrict, like it's curling up into the fetal position in order to hide from whatever I'm afraid of. I've considered that I've panicked before, on the first day of school, my first date, that one time when I dyed my hair blue for a month and was afraid to see what my mother would think of it, but the truth is, I was wrong. I've never panicked before, and I doubt you have either.

There's a big difference between panic and fear. You can have fear, or be afraid, which is when you don't want to do something because you don't want to face the consequences. You can be very afraid, which is what most people take for panic. But the only time I've ever felt panic is now. Crashing through trees, Cato in hot pursuit, knowing that my lungs will give out eventually. If this were gym class, I'd probably be bending over and panting about now. But now, I'm high on adrenaline. There's nothing like a bloodthirsty eighteen year old to make you run.

The air smells like old rainforest and mildew, as well as a hint of cinnamon, for some reason. It smells like houses in District Five around the holidays. Most of the houses smell like wood, instead of the metallic clanging taste that sticks inside your nose of the city. It's a tradition of the district to bake cinnamon in your ovens around the holidays, to make the District smell better.

I remember when I was about four, my farthest back memory, when I was running through the streets, my small feet pattering on the cobblestones, laughing through the streets with Christopher, my brother, chasing after me. He was around seven or so, and trying to catch me. He yelled "Amber! Come back!" And cracking up while he tried to run.

He was still a boring hardass at seven years old, I know.

Finally, I stumble up to the river. The water rushes around my ankles, buzzing them like I injected a bunch of expresso into them. I hear Cato rustle some of the trees in the forest just before I dive into one of the openings between the boulders bordering the river.

I try to stay still and quiet, doing my best to silence my heavy breathing from running so long. I move to the very back of the rock alcove, pressing my soaked back to the cool rock.

I hear Cato spluttering in the distance, eventually giving up. I allow myself a sigh of relief before venturing out of the cave a few minutes later. I stumble in the stream, my legs shaking like leaves.

See, it's actually not the fear of Cato that was causing me to shake. Overworking yourself physically does that to you. If you run too much, you get so tired afterward that you shake and can barely stand.

This is about what it feels like now.

I'm starved. Completely starved. My stomach is cramping up, and I know I need to find some food.

But there's nothing, nothing to eat.

I can do nothing but stumble back into the original outcropping of rocks and pass out.

When I wake up, the first thing that I notice is the hunger. It gnaws at my stomach, a starving animal. I gotta go get myself some food today, or I won't be able to stand it.

The next thing I notice is the thirst. That should be easily cured, seeing as I am laying in an alcove right next to a river. I lurch towards said river, and then I notice the third thing.

The third thing I notice is a blinding headache that shoots through my brain and leaves me crumpled on the ground.

When I get up, I think about the possibilities. It could just be that I hit my head on a rock last night, when I passed out.

Wait, I passed out. That really can't be good. It could also be that I have a concussion, which would not be good, but maybe it's alright.

I guess the only thing to do is to last.

As I drink water from the river, I try to clutch my pounding head. Maybe food will…. What? What will food do? Help, that's it. Food will help.

I hear voices.

At first I think they're just in my head, but they're coming from a certain place in the forest, and I've heard these voices before.

Fire Girl and Lover Boy.

I melt into the trees as I watch them pass me. Lover Boy is making the noise of a thousand bulls, and Fire Girl is getting angry about it. Finally, she tells him to just go and gather things.

She leaves, leaving me hiding in the bushes with Lover Boy right in front of me.

Lover Boy unwraps a pile of something- Is that GOAT CHEESE?- and puts it on the ground.

Food, that's food….

Then, he goes and looks for some things to eat, picking berries and putting them one by one on a square of plastic he must have gotten somewhere. Lover Boy walks off to go gather some other crap.

I lick my chops. Food is so close to me right now. And, anyway, it isn't as if Lover Boy can put up much of a fight. I can see him hobbling even from this distance.

Time to be a fox again.

I slink slowly over to Lover Boy's stash of berries and cheese, and take a little of each. Not too much so that they'll think a person instead of an animal took it, but enough for me to continue on living through these Games.

I eat the cheese first. Delicious, wonderful tang explodes on my tongue. I close my eyes in bliss.

All too soon, it's over. Time for the berries.

They look along the lines of blueberries, so I'm guessing they're safe to eat. Besides, Lover Boy was about to eat them, so they probably aren't poisonous.

I put a couple in my mouth, chew a little of the berry. I was right, it tastes like a blueberry. I swallow.

Commotion on the other side of the bushes, Fire Girl is back.

"I got berries," Lover Boy says.

"No." Fire Girl replies, just as a searing, red hot pain shoots through my stomach. "Not these. Never these."

What?

I fall to the ground, the pain in my stomach is too much to bear. I curl to a fetal position, rubbing the ring on my finger as well as the small necklace that Thresh gave me.

Suddenly, in my head, I see a picture of Jesse, standing with his arms crossed. Don't you dare die now, Amber, he shouts, You've gotta last until you're the only one left!

I shake my head, trying to get the image out of my mind. I know that I won't live, there's no way those berries weren't horribly poisonous. And even if the berries don't kill me, whatever is wrong with my head will.

The few seconds I have left are precious, so I savor them.

I will never see Jesse again. When I'm alive, at least. Lover Boy tricked me. I hope that Fire Girl kills him in his sleep, then goes out on a killing spree, but Cato tortures her and finishes her off.

He's the best to win.

I'm adding myself to the toll of the dead that rings in my mind.

Thresh.

Josh.

Tommy.

Clove.

Riley.

The list is too long to count. I'm going out now, my world is fading to black.

"Jesse," I whisper softly.

I see him in my mind's eye again, this time a memory. We're lying in the closest thing District Five has to a meadow, a small ring of grass that they call the city park. Jesse is sitting crosslegged, with my head in his lap. My eyes are closed, but I can see everything, for some reason. The blooming flowers that people put in community service to plant, Jesse's long fingers as they twirl through my hair, people walking by and smiling at the young couple in the park. It's a great memory, so I decide to keep it in my mind until the very end.

I embrace death clutching everything dear to me.

And thus ends the tale of Amber Kwanee. I want to thank everybody who has reviewed this story, and/or put it on their favorite stories list, because that means a lot to me. There will be one final installment to this story, which will be in Jesse's POV. But that is more of an epilogue than anything else.

Writing this story was awesome. It was my first fanfiction, and I've learned a lot from it. I want to again, thank everybody who has read it, reviewed it, and/or added it to their favorite stories list. :D