Here's the first chapter of my new story, Alone! If you want to know what it's about, read the story or summary, and I hope you enjoy it!

I am not Suzanne Collins and therefore do not own the Hunger Games. Never will.

After about a mile, I see the end of the jungle about twenty yards away. "Oh," I say, "good. Hopefully there's some waterover the hill."

As we continue up the hill, I notice a glare coming from the top. I move, trying to get it from out of my eyes. But then I notice something. The glare isn't moving.

Peeta's reached the top. "Come on!" he yells, continuing forward.

Then my brain clicks. It's the chink. Peeta's running straight into a forcefield. I'm about to cry a warning when he crashes into it. There's a sizzling noise, and he flies back about five yards.

"PEETA!" I scream, running to him. "Peeta, wake up. Peeta. Peeta!"I shake him, even slap his face. Why isn't he moving? Why won't he open his eyes? Why?

I put my ear to his chest where I know the slow, steady beat of his heart will comfort me. But there is no beat. Just silence.

"Katniss, get back." Finnick's calm voice comes with a push. Finnick kneels down beside Peeta. Then he pinches Peeta's nose shut.

I've been wrong about Finnick. He's not trying to help us. He's just like Brutus, Cashmere, Gloss and the other bloodthirsty tributes. He's trying to kill both of us!

I lunge at him. His hand flies out and shoots me back. I notch an arrow and about to let it fly into his chest when I see Finnick kissing Peeta. I slide to the ground slowly. Why is Finnick kissing him? That can't be right.

I realize what he's doing. He's not kissing Peeta. He's carefully pumping Peeta's chest, blowing air into his lungs. It's obvious Finnick's done this before. It's a very set rhythm. He's trying to breathe life back into Peeta's lifeless body.

Once in a blue moon, I've seen my mother try something like this. Usually her patients can't get to her in time, though. So usually her patients are wounded, starving, or something like that.

Finally, Finnick sits up. He looks at me, and tells me, "I'm sorry, Katniss." His voice sounds as sad as he looks. "Peeta is gone."

I sit there, for a moment, processing this. Then it clicks and I know Peeta's gone, he's gone. He's not coming back.

I burst into tears and Mags hands me a bunch of moss to wipe my eyes. I sit there for a long time, thinking, I was supposed to keep him alive! And I have failed. This sends me into a fresh round of hysterics.

The sobs slowly die off, and I sit there, sniffing. Peeta lies motionless on the ground. I slip over and hug him, one more time. As I put my hand on his chest, I notice a locket around his neck. I gently take it off and put it around my neck. I hug him once more, then notice something else.

His heart is still beating. It's very weak, and I can hardly notice it, but it's beating and he's alive. He must be in some sort of coma.

A calm silence hangs in the air for a second, but then I hear it. The hovercraft is coming for his body.

I hug him tightly once more. "I love you, Peeta Mellark," I whisper softly into his ear. I think his eyelids flutter, but I'm not sure if that was real.

I stand back, almost blinded by tears as the claw dips down and snags Peeta's body. I press my three fingers to my lips and hold them out, like I did to Rue. Finnick and Mags salute also.

Hands, strong ones, pick me up and guide me away. "Katniss, we need to go now," Finnick says softly. "Come on," he adds.

I numbly walk in the middle, Mags leading and Finnick behind. I feel like a robot. My limbs are controlled by some sort of inner force.

I try to get it out of my mind, but I cannot.

If Peeta wasn't dead, why did the hovercraft take him? Why didn't the cannon fire?

Yay! A cliffhanger! I'm really excited to where this story is going! As always, please review, favorite, or follow!

RANDOM QUESTION: What was the most recent movie you watched? I just watched Brave, and it was really good!

-FuzzySocksAndWriting