Pick up a hard copy of Catching Fire (the book). It should be on page 370. In case your book is different, here's the context: Katniss and Johanna are alone in the jungle in the 75th Games. They're unrolling wire from a metal cylinder as part of Beetee's electrical trap.

Note: This is just a prologue. The rest of the story is from Vaper's perspective.

Both of our hands are still on the metal cylinder when I see a knife flying towards us from the top of the slope, heading straight for me. I give a cry of fear and Johanna whips around. She lunges at me with the metal cylinder in hand, to knock me down. She's bringing the cylinder to my left temple at an alarming speed and I'm thinking she must have somehow had a secret alliance with Brutus and Enobaria when the knife impales her head. The cannon sounds almost before she falls.

Peeta howls my name. "I'm here! Peeta, I'm here!" I shout. As I say it, I fire two arrows up the hill. One finds its mark in Enobaria's eye. The other catches Brutus in the shoulder. I scale a tree. I wasn't really looking when I picked it, though, and the first limb I put my weight on snaps. Enobaria's cannon sounds and I fire another arrow at Brutus. It misses.

"Katniss!" Peeta shouts again, though I don't answer him this time. Footsteps thunder behind me and I duck behind a curtain of vines. Finnick, his skin made shadowy by the medicine, dashes past my hiding place calling for me and Johanna. The turn of events in the last minute has disoriented me somewhat, so I take a few minutes to sort things out. Johanna took Enobaria's knife for me while trying to knock me unconscious. Finnick doesn't know who's dead, even though he must have passed the site where Johanna was killed. I take this to mean he's not with Brutus. I have to go back out there. I'm not doing Peeta any good holed up here.

I go back to where I dropped the coil. Johanna's body is gone, but the wire is still there. I follow it back to the beach and hear a groan. Beetee's there, unconscious on the sand. The groan must have been involuntary. "Beetee?" I say. I shake him a little, but it's no use. As I move him, though, the moonlight reflects off of a knife in his hand with wire wrapped around it. Now I remember the piece of wire that Beetee had wrapped around a branch of the lightning tree. Twenty-five, thirty feet long. At first I had assumed it was to be saved for use after the trap had been carried out, but now I see it's a sort of backup plan. In case Johanna or I was injured as we were unrolling the wire. I drop the knife in the water and it sinks beyond my sight.

I stare down into the water until the cannon brings me back. Peeta doesn't call for me, which means either it was his kill or his cannon. "Peeta!" I scream. Another cannon answers me.

"Katniss!" Finally I hear Peeta. I run towards the sound of his voice and suddenly, Brutus is running alongside me. I shoot him and two cannons fire, one after the other. One for Brutus, and one for someone else. I've lost count of who's left. It could be anyone at this point. I'm too tired to go on and turn around to watch the hovercraft pick up Brutus. I run through the remaining tributes on my fingers. Only Peeta and I are left, and Finnick. I can still hear him calling my name. This wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to get myself killed in taking out the others. I can't kill Finnick. But I can't kill Peeta, either. If I kill myself, it's likely the Gamemakers will take it out on Peeta or Gale or my mother or Prim. The Games will be over, and Snow will have won. The only option is to kill Finnick, as much as I will hate doing it.

"I'm here! Peeta! Peeta!" I shout. I try to make it as desperate a cry as I can, hoping Finnick will hear and think I'm in danger. We're down to the last three and I hardly know him, but I am almost positive Finnick won't leave me to the mercy of the clock. I ready my arrow.

I'm right. Finnick comes crashing through the trees not ten seconds after I call. "I'm sorry," I whisper, sending the message with the arrow that flies straight into Finnick's heart. He falls instantly. I start to run away, waiting for the cannon, but instead I hear Finnick's voice, hoarse from running and shouting and death.

"Katniss," he says. I turn and move closer so I can hear him better. "I know why you did it. But-"

"I'm sorry," I repeat. As if those two words can fend off what I know he's about to tell me.

"Katniss. You're going to be the victor. Tell Annie I love her." It's the last thing I will ever hear from Finnick Odair. His cannon sounds.

Killing myself still won't play well with the Capitol audience, but it's my only choice now. I should have let Finnick kill me. No use dwelling on it, though. If Finnick was right, I don't have much time to get Peeta into the hands of the doctors. I rack my brain for a little while, then have a brilliant idea. The water! The lightning will strike soon. If I go into the water, I'll be electrocuted, or, if I'm timing it wrong, drowned. I'm just about to dive in when it pulls me up short.

A cannon.

A horrible wail forms inside of me and works its way up, only to get caught in my throat. Claudius Templesmith's voice is dripping with sympathy, and I don't think it's false. "Ladies and gentlemen," he says in a melancholy voice much different than his usual bright tone, "I present to you Katniss Everdeen, victor of the third Quarter Quell, the tribute of District 12."

My knees buckle and I crumple on the sand. No matter how much I wish it, the Gamemakers won't send the lightning. A ladder hangs down, waiting for me to grab on, but I ignore it.

I am the victor of the 75th Hunger Games.

And Peeta is dead.