A girl took off running through the snow, her grey eyes frantic as she did so. Her right cheek was bleeding, but she didn't pay any attention to it. She was too focused on running. Her breathing grew shallow as she continued, her footsteps heavy. There was no reason to try to stay hidden, he'd already found her. The snow grew deeper on the ground, coming up to her calves easily. It became hard for the girl to run, but still she pushed on. The girl knew that to stop running, meant certain death.

Maybe it would be better, to just give up. The girl glanced behind her, seeing the boy running after her. He held a sword in his right hand, and carried a look of malice in his eyes. He wanted to hurt her. He wanted her dead. I should just give him what he wants, the girl thought as she ran, as it became hard to breathe. It would be easy.

No. A memory resurfaced in the seventeen year old's brain. It was of two girls on the beach, one with bright red hair and the other with soft brown curls. "Wait up, Annie! You're too fast!" The redhead called after her older sister.

"Then you better keep up, Lee!" Annie shouted behind her, laughing the whole time.

Just keep up. Keep up for Annie. You'll get home if you just run faster. Those thoughts gave the girl a burst of energy, and somehow, miraculously, she continued running even faster.

In the Capitol, there would be shouting and cheers. Some would hope for the boy to catch up. Some would hope for the girl to outrun him, then go back and finish him off. But either way, the flamboyant crowd was wishing for blood to be spilled that day. That particular day, they would get their wish.

Pain raced through the red-haired girl's upper shoulder, and she fell to her knees. She let out a scream and tried to scramble to her feet, but it was too difficult. Reaching back, she felt a blade in a spot she couldn't quite reach to pull out. He had thrown a knife at her. "No," The girl cried out loudly, in both pain and fear. This would be it.

As the girl fell completely into the snow, the boy smirked, getting nearer. The snow felt like burning needles against her exposed skin, but she didn't care. She was going to die anyway. Her lungs burned from running for so long, so hard. Her shoulder was in ferocious pain, causing tears to leak from her eyes.

Still, she managed to turn on her back, forearms propping her body up. She stared into the cold blue eyes of the boy. He loomed over her, sword held lazily in his right hand. "What do we have here? The little District Four brat who thought she could outsmart us," The boy said with a smirk, a triumphant and arrogant look in his eyes. He knew he was going to win right then and there.

The girl spit at him. The boy's expression turned to fury as it hit his neck. "You little!" He screamed, taking his sword and driving it into her leg. The girl screamed in pain as black spots entered her vision. But she couldn't give up, she had a plan now.

While he took the time to wipe the spit from his neck, the girl yanked the blade from her leg. She whimpered, but made to get up. She managed to, finally, though she thought she'd pass out soon from the pain. The girl lifted the sword with her left hand, it heavy in her grasp. "What do we have here? A District One boy without a weapon," She fired back, if a bit weak.

The boy's eyes widened as he searched for another knife, but he scowled when he saw it in her shoulder. The boy backed up as she advanced. He ran his fingers through his black hair as he saw the determined look in her grey eyes. There was no stopping her. "Look, Four, we can talk about this."

"About what? The fact that you thought I was too weak for the same alliance there always is? Or how about the fact that you were so arrogant that you let me live in the Bloodbath, because you thought I would be an easy kill?" The girl said, stumbling forward slightly. It took all of her strength to lift the blade. She swung it in a curving arch, and the boy tried to duck. The blade caught him right in the temple, and he fell instantly.

The girl screamed a bit as blood spurted up on her from him, and backed away. That was when she fell, and the blade in her shoulder was driven even deeper. The girl passed out on the spot.

"Congratulations to the victor of the 73rd annual Hunger Games, Liana Cresta of District Four!" A voice boomed throughout the arena, and then all was silent in the snow.

Hi, so this is the author! I know, this is really short. But it's a preface. This story is a bit new for me, considering it will be about mentors. It will go through the stuff in the series, with a few changes of course. So this will eventually be an OC/Gloss story, though that's not the only part to this story. It's family relations of my OC and her sister, Annie. It's friendship between her and Finnick. It's survival, and it's life after the Games. It's trying to move on after a traumatic experience. So, I hope you liked the beginning of this, and I will post the first chapter really soon!