A/N: I don't own the Hunger Games

I walk silently though the woods, the need for water and to just end this drawing towards the cornucopia. We are the only two left, he and I. The problem is, is that I don't know who he is.

I hope its Cato. I never wanted Gale to die. I didn't ask for his name to be called, I didn't ask to be pitted against him in the Hunger Games. I never wanted Gale to die. Now, he has to. With any luck, Cato will have already done the job. That would make it even easier to kill him.

I wonder what I'll do if it's Gale. I want to go home. I really do. I promised Prim that I would do everything in my power to make it home. But this is Gale, my hunting partner, friend, ally. He has a family too. I wonder what the Gamemakers would do if we just refused not to kill each other. Would they let us both win? Would they kill both of us and have no victor? Would they send some mutt to fight us until only one of us was left? That would be for the best. Then neither of us would have to bear the guilt.

Then again, it's probably Cato. It has to be Cato. Which mean that Cato killed my best friend. He killed one of the few people in the world that I care about. I will destroy him for that.

I hear a barely audible footsteps behind me. I spin, bow drawn. It's not Cato. Then again, this isn't the Gale that knew either. Killing has changed him. He looks harsher now, but it's not from lack of food. The fire in his eyes that used to burn with rebellion are now filled with bloodlust. He has enjoyed killing, enjoyed to power. For the first time in my life, I am terrified of Gale.

He chuckles, "Are you going to shoot me Catnip?"

I tenses slightly. He spreads his arms wide open, "Well go on then."

I won't shoot him, he knows this. He laughs, "And here I was thinking that you were going to be a challenge."

Then he's on top of me, knife at my throat. "I'll make this quick."

He tries to turn his head away, but I won't let him. If he's going to kill me, he going to have to look at me while he does it. He hesitates and for a moment a see a glimpse of the old Gale, my Gale.

"Don't worry Catnip, I'll take care of them," it's barely a whisper.

There's a sharp pain as he stabs my heart and twists…