"What was that?" murmured Coren underneath Stark. Not pausing anything, Stark raised his head and asked, "What?" Turning her flushed face over, she breathed, "I... thought I heard... someone yell." Putting his head back down beside hers, Stark whispered, "Hopefully Jacobine's killing the other." He covered her mouth with his right hand and held her wrist down with the other as he moved in her. He couldn't get the image of Eden beneath him out of his mind, even when he tried. He couldn't help but imagining himself with a bloodied Eden, tearing out his ribcage as he fucked him.<span style="font-style: italic">Why did you have to die?</span>he asked him as if he could hear him.<span style="font-style: italic">You pathetic bastard.</span><br/><br/>The blast forced the tent back, sending shards of metal and gore onto it, and it collapsed upon Stark and Coren. Confused and pissed, Stark floundered under the cloth, moving his hands under it. "What the fuck?!" he thundered as he clutched and pulled at it helplessly. He pulled up his jeans as he asked, "Do you have a knife?" Coren reached for her shoe and took out a razor, then stuck it through the material and sliced it down. Stark grabbed the cut fabric to rip it larger and stepped through it, entering the hazy outside. He scanned the area and saw no one beyond the smoke. Lifting the tent, he went under it again and came out with his sledgehammer. "Kill the fuckers who did this," he ordered Coren and she nodded as she pulled her shirt over herself.<br/><br/>Holding the sledgehammer with one hand at the butt and the other near the top, Stark sauntered around the camp until he saw a running shadow to his left. He whirled around and pursued the shadow in a speedy sprint. The figure paused with its back toward him and Stark brought the sledgehammer down upon its skull, pulverizing it like a fist on a stick of butter. Lifting his weapon from the body, he turned it over and saw that it was one of the Careers. His nose was broken. Stark scoffed as he shook the brains off his sledgehammer, muttering, "Idiot. You shouldn't have gotten in my way."<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>After defeating the Career, Emery turned away and ran toward the other side of the camp, looking for Rye. The force of the explosion hit her before the sound did and she went tumbling to the ground. With her arms over her head, she waited a moment before turning over onto her side. She gasped when she did so, feeling an icy burn on her back. After taking off her vest, she saw a smoldering chunk of flesh on it. When she rubbed it off on the ground, she found that it burnt a large hole in it. Getting up, she covered her mouth and squinted her watering eyes from the smoke. As she moved toward the trees, she reached into one of the vest's pockets and retrieved her father's lucky coin. It had District 11's insignia shaped in its bronze on one side and with an apple tree on the other side to symbolize the District's orchards.<br/><br/>Putting the coin in her pants pocket, Emery dropped the vest and went back into the smoke.<span style="font-style: italic">Rye's not dead</span>, she told herself.<span style="font-style: italic">He can't be.</span>She ran alongside the forests' edge, looking for him. She stopped dead when she heard a cracking sound and peered around. When the smoke cleared up a little more, she saw Stark with a sledgehammer standing over a body. "Oh God," she whispered, putting her hands over her mouth. He raised his head and met her gaze. With no hesitation at all, she turned around and headed for the trees. Without her crowbar, Emery knew she stood no chance. Stark smirked and then headed after her.