Here it is the reverse cave scene that some have wanted to read for a while! Over 2000 word chapter to start it off.

What you should know before you read:

This is basically like the cave scene from the book reversed. Katniss is in Peeta's situation and Peeta in Katniss'. Although I have made some changes to differentiate it a little more from the books.

In this Peeta does not join the careers.

From the beginning of the games Peeta stays at the cave, just incase I don't clarify that enough.

Katniss gets the same injury as Peeta does in the book, she is a girl and she is smaller than Peeta therefore it will have a bigger effect on her than Peeta.

As of right now I believe this story will be 1-5 chapters but I could be wrong.

I'm no medical expert and I will not be able to explain everything.

I am thirteen, this will not be perfect and there probably will be mistakes. And this was written by phone.

That's it I think, enjoy. I hope!

Chapter 1

Peeta's POV :

The games began one day ago, over that time eight tributes have been killed, to my luck and sanity Katniss is not one of them. That still doesn't mean every second I don't worry about her. Of course I don't doubt her skills for a second but I do wonder if she has even gotten a bow, or any weapon for that matter. Could she be wounded or trapped, near death? I should stop thinking like this it's not exactly helping me any but I just can't stop myself or change the subject. All I know is her face has not shown in the sky yet, I hope it never does.

When we had first arrived into the arena I had come to find Katniss was placed out on the launch pad furthest from mine. I had immediately figured out that it was indeed a move of the gamemakers they had known to do so because of my interview. After this is only a show for them, our lives are meaningless. As unfortunate as it was to be placed there I am luckier than the others. Many items were placed near me and I was on the launch pad near the dense forest of the arena, that had given me the opportunity to grab a large backpack and belt of knives before running. Had it been a coincidence that the largest backpack out was the one closest to me, could that also be work of the gamemakers? Maybe they want me to live longer because I had captured the capitals attention with my confession?

After grabbing the supplies I had quickly ran into the woods without a second thought. Although, now, I deeply regret my fast decision, even though it helped me make it out alive. I could've at least watched a little bit and made sure she was alright or got something. I didn't, I haven't known her condition or seen her since before the games commenced. Instead, I had ran for the whole day and kept going ceaselessly before reaching a stream that ran straight through the leafy-green land. I had filled up my canteen in the bag and continued searching in hopes of finding a decent shelter.

About fifteen minutes of more walking I went through some lush brush that had opened up to a clearing. In it I found a cave that was concealed in thick green and rotten brown vines, approaching closer I had thought it was a rock. Then I saw that I was wrong when I found a way in, it's actually a cave. I figured it was a decent - no excellent shelter for the games, it's pretty isolated and would hold in many weather conditions.

I took refuge there, although I did not get much rest.

Now it must be mid-morning, the sun gradually rises up into the sky creating many pastel hues above the trees. Soft pinks, a soft shade of a vivid orange, my favorite color. A faint purple resides at the top, nearby the birds begin to chirp at the start of the early hours. The crisp air causes the ankle-deep grass sway in a rhythm with the trees limbs that rustle at the slow movement. The slowly increasing light peeks through the mouth of the cave. If I had my sketchbook I would capture this moment in it's pages. I'm struck by the vivacious scene before my eyes, all I have ever seen is coal-covered district 12, this is amazing.

The backpack which I had picked up is a large one in the color of jean blue. I had checked through it's contents yesterday after arriving here. Inside I found three empty water bottles, matches, beef jerky, dried fruit, crackers, iodine, bandages, a first aid kit and 2 extra shirts. The three empty water bottles I have filled at the nearby stream and added two drops of iodine into them. I do have a lot compared to the other tributes; outside of the careers. It's kind of like I actually made a impression in the capitol and they're willing me to survive and make it near the end. I will try.

Katniss' POV (Later into the games) :

Smoke taints the air being a remnant of the fire that had blazed through the forest earlier. The snore that comes from the careers below are the only thing that restrain me from getting down and making a run for it. A dull pain throbs in my leg from the burn that has mostly healed thanks to the burn cream. Everything is normal, no screams or bloodshed tonight. The only activity was the faces projected in the sky about two hours ago. For now I'm alright. Although, tomorrow, I am to be awoken with problems, if I mess up I will certainly be killed. I can't sleep not with this reminder lurking in every crevice of my worried mind.

Then I hear it, faintly, the rustle of a tree limb and the whisper that ensues it. "Katniss."

Frantically, I turn to be greeted with wide brown eyes that glimmer in the next tree about five feet from the one I am in. At a first glance you'd easily mistake the small figure and eyes for an animal perched in the tree, then I closer examine it and see it is not animal - she is a small girl. Only with the minimal help of the faint moonlight from the game makers I recognize her. Her mocha-colored skin slightly glows and her eyes reflect the light. Rue, the small girl from district 11. The youngest one in the games, she does not deserve to be here. Nobody does.

She notices she has grasped my attention she puts up her pointer finger; aimed at something above my head.

Hesitantly, I look up at first it is only a few tree limbs of the oak then, I spot it. The nest of tracker jackers. I glance back to her. She makes a sawing motion, back and forth with her hand and nods to the handle of my knife that lies in my boot, I pluck it out and ascend to the branch above careful not to create noise. I motion Rue to leave and she does, delicately hopping branch to branch with precise movements. Her small silhouette has disappeared into the inky black distance within half a minute.

With a shaky hand I place the blade to the bark. At the moment I do not regret what I am about to do. My main priority is going home, for Prim. But two people stand between that, the games only have one winner, which means Peeta, the boy with the bread, the one I owe greatly and innocent little Rue - would have to die. The thought of their deaths does not settle well in my stomach. Maybe I was wrong to get slightly attached to each in my mind. Rue is to much like Prim, I was stuck as soon as I saw her. I didn't exactly have a choice with Peeta either, how could I have known the boy that had thrown me bread years ago - the one who saved my life; that I would possibly have to go back and kill him a few years later? If it were to come down to it I don't think I could kill them. Now I can only hope I won't have too. Both of them have helped me in a way. I hate owing.

Below me the careers sleep peacefully, they do not know that won't last long. Some part of me screams no they're really just people like you, they don't want to die. They're only teenagers! I know They're innocence however was taken long ago, since they could walk they were taught to kill. Who would they actually be if circumstances were different?

That small aching peice of me does not stop me. Prim needs me. My heart pounds in my ears, and my blood burns in my veins. That is what makes me begin to saw the limb off.

I go as fast as possible in an incessant motion. Back and forth.

At the movement the tracker jackers begin to leave their nest. One. Two. Three.

They swarm everywhere then I gasp in pain when I feel the intense burning, like fire, right in my neck.

Ignoring the sting, I continue my movements only partially slowed. For Prim.

Then it's gone, falling, the whole branch with the nest dangling from it. Like slow motion, crashing through the limbs until it bursts open at the contact of the ground.

Buzzing and screams are deafening to the ears after it lands. Bunches of yellow and black whirl below as the careers struggle flail and try to escape the furious insects. Glimmer drags herself screeching for someone to help her. No one does. She stumbles further, out of my view, but I reckon she will not get far in her condition.

I fell out of the tree then continued to be stung twice by straying tracker jackers. Now I'm worried about myself. My stings throb and poison feels like it tingles throughout my body, it's all so dull is strange now, maybe I'm beginning to hulucinate. My sight seems to flicker, the corners of my vision are black like the way paper burns. I'm sure I'm walking straight, but oh, everything is spinning, am I really walking straight? I crash into a tree before I slide down it. Maybe I should rest.

I see Prim on her knees before me in tears, the ugly mangled cat squeezed tightly in her arms. "Katniss how could you!" She sobs a fresh tear leaving her red eyes and going down her blotchy cheek.

"I never did anything! Why are you crying! " I cry in concern for my little sister.

Suddenly, from behind Prim, Cato burst out of a fuzzy green bush, sword poised. It looks like there's three of him. It's slow motion. I can't even move to help her.

"Prim, watch out! Behind you!" I screech my finger shaking at Cato. But he steps right over her.

"Lover boy isn't here to save you, that's a shame." He utters, Prim glares at me from behind him her hand pushing through buttercup's coat.

I don't even recognize the scream that escapes my mouth as my own, the blade of the sword is plunged deep inside the flesh of my mid-thigh. My vision blurs more. I feel like I will faint, my leg stings and the fire consumes my entire leg. Tears prick at my eyes.

"Firegirl your going to suffer for what you did."

The blade twists and I put a hand up to my quivering lip to stifle my scream. Slowly, he pulls the blade out. The cry built in my throat escapes in a blood-curling scream. A tear rolls down my cheek. My vision burns and my eyes water before everything is overcome with white. I would not hesitate to believe I'm dead.

I'm very aware of the flaring burn in my throat when I wake up. My mind is clouded and my head pounds throbbingly non-stop. My stings are swollen and cause immense pain. My entire leg feels like it's been stabbed by myriad of needles. I wish it were just numb. My thigh feels like it's on fire. The smell or rotting flesh is very strong, it must be from my leg. I'm to scared to lift my head, which feels like a million pounds, out of the leaves and look at it. Could it possibly be worse than it feels? How long have I been here?

I need water. But I can't move, I don't even have to attempt to, I know this.

This is it, I'm going to die now. I'm sorry Prim. I'm sorry Gale. I'm sorry Madge.

I know all of you believed I could survive, that I would could come back home. But all along I knew I couldn't. I broke my promise.

With an unstable, shuttering hand I press three fingers to my mouth and let my hand fall back by my side unsure of when I will no longer be in this arena. Father, I'm coming with you wherever you are.

Peeta's POV:

I sit on my sleeping bag watching the mid-afternoon sun, I'm not sure what to do. I've been mostly eating small rations of the beef jerky, dried fruit and crackers. Although I wonder I will do when I run out, surely Haymitch wouldn't let me starve. I'm not worried about myself however, I'm worried about Katniss. I worry about her condition, does she have food and water, what about shelter?

Many times I've internally battled to go look for Katniss although I've refused to. If I did go it's more likely I would run into someone else, she is only one person out of everyone else and this is a huge arena. But I wanted to protect her ever since she was reaped and I can't, and guilt is eating me alive for it.

Metal clanks against rock. There sits a parachute, underneath sits a small container. I'm nothing less than surprised.

Hurriedly, I open it. Inside is a small folded piece of paper. There isn't any gift. But the piece of information the paper gives is better than any gift.

"She doesn't have much longer, if you're going go now. Look by the river and stay alive. -H"

So I hope my introduction chapter to my story was not that bad.

I am actually really enjoying rewriting this idea. This story first appealed to be written about a year ago-I had immediately written it but decided against actually putting it up. I kept it with my drafts of unpublished stories. I have majorly improved in my writing skills since last year I knew it had to be rewritten and so I made this. Seriously though, I'd be embarrassed to show you the first one I wrote. I still have it saved in my phone just to laugh at it. :D

Well what do you guys think of this, I know this probably a very boring introduction but next chapter is full of Everlark/Peeniss whatever. ;)

I've already started the next chapter so I'll update soon if you'd like to read more! :)