Katniss' POV.

I'm dead. Not literally, but in a sense. As soon as the Careers or for that matter, any other tribute finds me, they could kill me in an instant. Even Rue, the small girl from District 11 could do me in. Let me explain.

I'm in the Hunger Games, and annual fight to the death between kids aged 12-18. I volunteered for my little sister, Prim, because there is no way I'm letting her get hurt. She's probably the person I love the most. In a family way, of course. I really hope she's okay at home. Anyways, the reason I'm screwed is because the Careers already have it out for me, and now, I don't even have a fair chance in these games. The Gamemakers sent a fire after me, and I got my calf burned pretty badly. I currently can't move my leg, and I'm weaponless aside from one knife that wouldn't go any good in a fight against Cato, with his sword, or his demonic little District Partner with those knives. I can't remember her name…something like Clove? I don't know. If either of them come, I'm dead, because they have a personal hatred for me, since I outscored them, and had better tribute costumes and more recognition, which gained me more sponsors. The District One tributes don't hate me as much, and I know that Marvel's lethal with a spear. Glimmer, on the other hand, is terrible with a bow and arrow, and knowing that she has my weapons makes me want to tear my hair out. I just know that I'm not going to make it out of this alive. Before, I had a fighting chance. The only way I'd manage to get my leg fixed would be to team up with Peeta, and do the 'star crossed lovers' thing, but he's off with the Careers, helping them hunt me down.

'Girl on Fire', huh? Funny how that's what'll get me murdered.

I can hear voices, and I know that this is the end. It's better this way, right? Getting tortured by the Careers, rather than dying of starvation or dehydration. I can hear their footsteps coming towards me, and they stop in a clearing a few yards away from the bush I'm hiding in.

'I'll start a fire.' says Cato.

'Why couldn't we just go back to the Cornucopia?' complains Glimmer.

'Suck it up, Blondie.' snaps Clove.

'Yeah, shut up Glimmer.' says Marvel.

'Clove, you have the matches, so do this fire. We're going hunting. Loverboy, you're coming.' orders Cato, pointing at Peeta, who happens to have been silent for the whole time.

'But-' starts Clove.

'But nothing. fire.' orders Cato.

'I'm sure your sadistic little mind can cope without killing for while.' snaps Glimmer, whilst walking away with the others, hanging off Cato's arm.

Clove mutters several curse words under her breath, before starting the fire and sitting down. She then stands up, and walks right over to where I'm hiding in the bush.

'You're lucky the other Careers aren't as observant and as I am, Fire Girl.' she sneers.

She then grabs my arm and pulls me out of the bush, then pins me on the ground. I cry out in pain from my leg, and she frowns, before looking down.

'Well, Fire Girl, you're in a bit of a predicament.' she smirks.

I'm actually rather taken by how pretty she is, and then quickly snap out of it. She then opens her jacket, and inside there's a menacing selection of knives. She takes a while to pick one, and then pulls out a rather large carving knife. I then realise what she's going to do. She's going to cut me up. Carve me. My eyes begin to water from tears.

'Why are you crying? I haven't even cut you yet.' she frowns.

'Please don't. I have my little sister at home, she can't see this. At least wait until I have a chance.' I beg.

She considers it for a split second, before getting off me and standing up. Then, I notice her arm is extended. I brace myself for the pain of a knife embedding itself in me, but it doesn't come. I open my eyes, and stare up at her.

'Are you going to lay there all day?' she sighs, before bending down and pulling me up with apparent ease.