It was down to six. The games were getting closer to their end. Peeta was feeling better so he went out of the cave and came looking for Katniss who had went hunting. While he was walking down the forest he saw something. It wasn't just Katniss's footsteps on the ground there were two pairs of them. "No" was all that came out of his mouth. Almost instinctly he started running, running at the hope to find her and get a good explanation but somewhere deep inside he knew this wasn't going to happen. The only ones left in the arena were Cato, Clove, Foxface, Tresh, Katniss and him. "Peeta?". Katniss's voice could be heard from the inside of the woods. "Katniss? Katniss! I'm coming!" Peeta's desperation could be recognized by anyone. "Peeta?" There was it, Katniss's voice again. Peeta ran and ran to reach her but everytime her voice sounded as if she was going deeper into the woods. Then he saw it, the Mockingjay mimicking Katniss's voice. Just as he was catching his breath and trying to figure out the whole scene he heard the Cannon. A single sound that would change everything. A cannon. The mockingjay that had been mimicking Katniss sounded a shrill call. A hovercraft materialized out of thin air. Peeta saw the flash of brown hair and the tiny glint of light as she was pulled into the hovercraft. No, this couldn't be happening to him. Not now that he was finally getting her, when he was finally getting her to notice him. He stopped for a moment and thought that maybe the remainings of the Tracker Jackers were playing with his imagination. To be sure of this theory he went to the place were he saw her body being lifted. Her sheath of arrows and her bow laid in a pile on the ground where she was, her blood seeping into the ground.