Jumping back I look at the girl that has just tried to shoot me. My mind instantly recognizes her. Her red hair makes it looks as if she's a mad woman and on fire, than again she is from district 6 and we all know what happened to Titus.

Leaning down quickly I grabbed a switchblade I managed to find in my bag.

Just as I go to throw it in her direction, Bradley jumps in front of me holding a spear in his hand.

"April, You don't want to do this. You don't want to kill us, yo-" Before he could even finish his sentence the crazy bitch cut him off.

"I don't want to kill you? Ha! You're sad mistaken, don't underestimate me. Who's that behind you?" I watch as she leans around to get a look at me.

"Well would you look at that. District 3 and District 6 love birds. I if I kill you two at the same time it'd save me the trouble of having to find you later, so just stand right there and let me finish you." Reaching around her she grabs a arrow pulling it back against her bow, instinctively I lean down and chuck the small switchblade at her.

A scream emerges from her mouth along with a stream of curse words.

"You Bitch! You - God…." She screams in pain as blood drains from her hand to the forest floor. Brad looks over his shoulder at me astonished that I probably didn't hit him. Quickly he runs up to her grabbing her weapon from her, but much to soon she snatches the knife that was lodged into her hand up and places it against Bradley's throat. I watch as his eyes widen, my heart beats frantically. I knew his logic was wrong. People wanted to come home the victor and be able to give their District food and hope that everything was going to be better.

"Let him go!" I demanded. She smirked Evilly her voice taunting me.

"You want me to let him go? If you say s-"

"NO!" I shout "No please don't, Don't kill him. You don't have to. Don't fight, we can win this without killing people." I try to convince her, but just like Bradley had me, it didn't work.

I watch as Bradley focuses on my face, his eyes pleading for me to help him or at least I thought so.

"I'll be fine Kayla, let it happen. Maybe you can stop this.. I love you… You kno-"

"Oh Shut up, blah blah blah, love me love me not. This s The Hunger Games, everyone dies even you two kiss ass careers." She smirks and tightens the knife against his throat. Her hand still dripping with the ruby red liquid .

How was I going to get him out of this? I could kill her, but Could I do it before she kiled him? The knife was so tight against his throat. I was running out of options and I needed one fast.

Looking over at Bradley I watched as the knife cut a layer of skin, a small trickle of blood running from the freshly opened wound. I needed to stop this, I needed to stop this now.