The horrible clamor of battle fills my ears. The clank of metal on metal. The bang of the Peacekeepers' automatic weapons. The dull thud as spears and axes make their mark. An arrow whizzes past my nose and I glance to the side to see Katniss's perfect shot right into the center of a Peacekeeper's forehead. My own weapon, a knife, feels natural in my hands. My blood is boiling as I hack and stab at my opponents, staining white uniforms red, like wine spilled on a tablecloth. I deflect an enemy's weapon just in the nick of time, receiving a small gash on my chest but still able to twist the weapon out of his hands and slash my knife across his throat. I pick up a spear and send it sailing, bringing another one down.
And then I see it. A Peacekeeper with her shiny gun pointed directly at Gale's back. There's hardly time to react. I run and hurl myself at Gale. Just like the morphling did for me in the arena. Volunteer to take his place, just like I did for Haymitch in the Quell reaping. I take the shot for him, just like I know Katniss would.
A/N: EEEEE ok I know that was short and unimpressive, but please at least give ch. 2 a little bit of a chance! I promise, it gets better! :D