I crouch behind a boulder, the closest cover from the cornucopia. I have eight knives concealed around my body, and one in my hand, ready to go. I look up into the sky. Yes, there is the first ray of sunshine. Now, where is the feast?

Just as I finish the thought, the table begins to rise. I watch it closely, paying the most attention to the black bag with the number 2 on it. Then, I'm distracted by a figure darting out of the cornucopia. It's the girl from District 5. She quickly scoops up her bag, and rushes towards the trees.

She is out of sight, and another girl, District 12 this time, is sprinting for the table. I step out from behind the rock, and send the knife in my hand whizzing at the girl. She deflects it with her bow. She turns and shoots an arrow at me. I reflexively turn to avoid it hitting anything vital, and I take it in the upper left arm.

I quickly snap the head of the arrow of and pull the shaft out. I register pain, but not as much as I expected. I can still throw with my right hand, and that's all I care about at the moment. The girl on fire sweeps the small orange bag onto her arm. She has an arrow ready, and turns. She isn't expecting the knife that hits her and sends a gush of blood down her face.

I follow my knife at a sprint, and her arrow misses to the right. I slam hard into the girl, and we go down, me on top. I pin her shoulders to the ground with my knees. "Where's your boyfriend, District Twelve? Still hanging on?" I ask.

"He's out there now. Hunting Cato." she says. Then she screams "Peeta!" I jam my fist into her throat, and she falls silent. I quickly look around, but Peeta isn't coming.

I look down at her, grinning widely. "Liar." I say. "He's nearly dead. Cato knows where he cut him. You've probably got him strapped up in some tree while you try to keep his heart going. What's in the pretty little backpack? That medicine for Lover Boy? Too bad he'll never get it."

I reach into my jacket and pull out a knife with a curved blade. "I promised Cato if he let me have you, I'd give the audience a good show." I tell her with a smile. She attempts to throw me off of her, but I stay firm. "Forget it, District 12. We're going to kill you. Just like we did your pathetic little ally…what was her name? The one who hopped around in the trees? Rue? Well, first Rue, then you, and then I think we'll just let nature take care of Lover Boy. How does that sound?" She looks pathetic. "Now, where to start?" I ask.

I wipe the blood from her wound away, and begin to examine her face. She tries to bite my hand, but I grab her head and force it down. "I think we'll start with your mouth." I say. I trace her mouth with the tip of my blade, and I stare into her eyes. She has fire in them. I am again reminded of her nickname. The Girl on Fire. Let's put the fire out.

"Yes, I don't think you'll have much use for your lips anymore. Want to blow lover boy one last kiss?" She spits into my face. I feel anger, rage. "All right then. Let's get started." Just before I begin, I notice the District 11 boy running at me.