Note: Again, there might be some flaws on the sequence of events. But I had fun writing Peeta's mind. You can also call this my side of the occurrences and I hope I got the right amount of his wittiness and of course, it wouldn't be The Hunger Games without the blood.

Disclaimer: The remarkable book belongs to Suzanne Collins...*Applause for giving us a taste of a whole new dimension.

Chapter Setting: 11

The Hunger Games have begun.

I notice Katniss a few good yards away from me. I know what she is thinking. I knew she ran fast, but I wouldn't let her venture it. Every teenager in this arena will fight for their lives, even if it means killing a person you've never even spoken to. Of course, that's how the Game is devised. To kill each other.

She looked hesitant and she should be. I see her look my way, and I shake my head. She wanted the silver case of the bow and arrows because it is her weapon. But I have a plan. A plan that might save us both, or at least her. I've taken a few seconds of her time with distraction and she's missed her chance. Someone else has taken her desired weapon so instead, she seized something indistinct, considering that I'm now well far away.

Peeta, you've got company, I reminded myself. Just in time, a Career Tribute tries to lunge himself at me, a sword in his hand. It's the colossal boy from District 2. He began stabbing the metal defense at my direction and all I had was a knife and bandaged hands. But still, at least I have a weapon. I stumble down, and as he held his sword high over me, I kicked it out of his grip. I thought he'd hesitate or retrieve it, but instead, he dived for me. He hits and punches me several times, but I manage to wrestle him myself. It was as if I were back at school, wrestling for a medal. I laugh.

"So you think you're better than me, lover boy?" he asks in a sadistic tone.

"I don't think I'm better. It's just that someone's trying kill you right now," I respond coolly and retrieved my knife beside me.

The girl from District 3, I think, held an arrow towards the one who's attacking me towards his back. I shifted slightly, having a bit difficulty, but I handled the knife expertly and the girl fell to her knees. Blood was running down her chest where I had pierced and thrown the steel knife. I killed an innocent heart. And I saved this bastard's life. He looked incredulous, as if he'd never seen a murder before. I bet my plan worked.

He helped me up then we fought our way to the lake like a dynamic team. I loathe him. He was vicious and inhuman when he fought. Though, there's no doubt that he was an excellent fighter and had had training. Of course, all the Careers have. I didn't slay another one, having my covered hands and nearly sagging leg as an excuse. Cato, the boy I saved, didn't even apologize nor thanked me.

About an hour later, which felt like a lifetime, the Cornucopia is already empty of living Tributes. We reach the lake and four other Careers joined us, one ready for attack.

"What's he doing here?" the girl from District 1 snarled, the bow and arrow positioned in front of her. She must've taken it from the girl I just killed. But I realize she isn't quite familiar with its dealing. I've witnessed Katniss handle one and she was superb.

"Easy, Glimmer," boy from District 2 said. Glimmer. She's suppose to be the bright one? "He's one of us now."

The rest of them began throwing a silent fit. We all should be cautious and I know that all of us are keeping our other ear for any assaults.

"He killed that girl for me, got it?" Cato deduced, irritated. Then everyone shut up.

Eleven dead. The faces of the assassinated people were shown on the sky. I didn't dare look rueful. Every one of the Careers simply didn't care. Not even in the slightest. But I have no choice other than to deal with them. Besides, I'm skilled on keeping my secrets. Haymitch knew that what I confessed at the interview - the part when I was insanely in love with Katniss - has the truth to it. She thinks I'm pretending just to get her more sponsors, but I really do care for her. And isn't getting her sponsors better than doing nothing? Though now she's on her own. But not for long.

Chapter Setting: 11 and 12

A small fire between the forest trees. Certainly, Katniss wouldn't be stupid enough to build one at night. But I still cross my fingers. We jog at an even pace and halted a few yards away from the sleeping girl. A girl. Thankfully, I got a closer look and it wasn't her. I forgot what District the slumbering girl represented, but she isn't very clever. A person who's lighting a bonfire, even an unsubstantial one in faint darkness, means a death toll.

Pleading, she is. And laughter and amusement came from my fellow companions. In seconds, the girl is dead. I limp towards her bag and found nothing useful. Others haven't found anything either and just kicked her things away. Then we began pacing to our right after we all agreed on clearing out before the hovercraft takes the lifeless body. Trees mostly obscured the view then we all stopped.

"Shouldn't we have heard the cannon by now?" someone uttered. He was right, but I was hardly listening.

"I'd say yes. Nothing to prevent them from going in immediately."

"Unless she isn't dead."

"She's dead. I stuck her myself."

The slight quarrel went on…

"Then where's the cannon?"

"Someone should go back. Make sure the job's done."

"Yeah, we don't want to have to track her down twice."

"I said she's dead!"

I grasp my knife and exclaim, "We're wasting time! I'll go finish her and let's move on!"

Cato answered in assent then I took one of the torches. I stagger towards the corpse, or at least a dying one. I see her eyes flicker and materialize an entreating expression. She's lying on her own pool of blood and is severely wounded.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, not moving my lips, then stabbed her heart. I kept a straight face, knowing that I'm being televised. I didn't want to be an easy target, and with the right help, maybe I'll survive.

I wasn't stupid. I knew they had doubts about me and they're also after Katniss. Since she scored an Eleven with the Gamekeepers, the Careers would surely long for her dead body. Not just because they wanted to live, but because she'd outwitted them. It's funny that compared to years of personal training, Katniss, a girl from the Seam, had surpassed whatever physical talent the Careers have. She deserves to win.

Some of my acquaintances are probably planning on killing me right now, but they'd have to resist. They need me, and I need them.

"Was she dead?" Cato inquired.

"No. But she is now," I replied. The cannon sounded and they made faces of satisfaction. "Ready to move on?"

Chapter Setting: 14

"Run! Run!" I shoved Katniss towards the opposite direction. The sting under my ear throbs, thanks to Katniss's plan of dropping the tracker jacker nest under the tree we were guarding. She climbed up pretty high and none of us were light or swift enough. I stayed up almost the entire night.

When I came back from the lake to retrieve my weapon and necessities, dripping in water, I saw Katniss beside Glimmer, positioning the bloody arrow onto the string towards me. Glimmer was at the verge of death from the killer wasps. She might even be dead, but Katniss isn't. I told her off and fortunately, she listened. Then Cato is behind me, his sword ready.

"I knew it! I just knew it!" he spit with undeniable ferocity. "You wouldn't kill her even if it means your death. You just needed protection from us!"

"You're right," I respond nonchalantly. "At the first part, at least."

He then attacked me with his metallic, razor-sharp weapon. I manage to thrust it by using my knife as my only defense. I kept up an even fight until he rasped a third of his sword through my thigh. I could feel it scrape through my flesh and I couldn't help but yelp. He snickered and heard footsteps. He turned back, so I took my chance. I bruised his cheek with the handle of my knife where the tracker jacker had stung his skin. Right under the eye. He stumbles to his side, curses, then I hurdle, with definite exertion and agony, through the branches of the woodland for the stream.