Author's Note: Hey, thanks for your reviews! This being my first story and all, it means a lot ;) Also, sorry this chapter took me a while to write, but my computer broke, so we had to get a new one.

PEETA'S POV

I wake to the sound of Cato running, and cursing. Crap. I can't deal with this now.

But I stand up anyway, still woozy from the cracker jacker stings. Man, they hurt. They're swollen, pus-filled, and… gross. Cato pushes past me.

"Finally found that little b*tch! She is going to PAY!" Cato screams. Uh, oh. Hopefully he doesn't mean Katniss. I run ahead of him, shouting back, "I'll grab her so she can't run away!" But Cato grumbles.

I crash into a clearing, spear poised to throw. Then I see Katniss crouched over Glimmer's dead body. She's grabbing for the bow and arrows. I lower my spear. I could never hurt her.

And I have to stop Cato. "What are you doing here?" I hiss. She just sits there, cradling the bow and arrows. "Are you mad? Get up! Get up!" I prod her with my spear. I could just pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and carry her to safety, but Cato is coming any second. "Run! Run!" I scream. I have to do something. So I shove her, and she finally starts running.

Cato jumps on my back. I am face-planted on the ground. I turn onto my back, him still sitting on me. His sword is 2 inches from my face.

"I heard you," he growled.

"What? Heard me s-say what? I didn't say anything," I stammer.

"I heard you, Lover Boy," he growls with a sneer. Then he takes a knife from his pocket and whips it at my head.

It misses by only less than an inch. I see it sticking into the ground out of the corner of my right eye. Cato gets off me.

"Now you're going to get it!" he yells, raising his sword to stab me. I grab the knife and dive out of the way. His sword sticks into the ground.

I take this as my chance to attack. I lunge at him with the knife, and it slices his shoulder. He winces, and that's it. Crap. He swings his sword at me, and we duel for some minutes, blocking, and occasionally getting a scrape or cut or so on the opponent.

Then Cato corners me. I back up a bit, trying to give me some room. But he follows, and soon I trip on a vine. The knife flies from my hand, 2 yards away. I am on my back, scrambling away. But then I hit a tree trunk, and I can go no farther. I am doomed. I am going to die. I will never see Katniss' beautiful face ever again. Her sparkling eyes, bleach-white smile, or her wonderful dimples in her cheeks, which I barely see. And her--

Cato interrupts my thoughts with his bragging, "Well, well, well. Here we have it. Lover Boy." Cato laughs, "And you thought you could get away with chasing Katniss off. Right. Don't worry, I heard all I needed to."

Cato starts mimicking me in a high voice, " 'Get up! Get up! Run! Run!' Yeah… You thought I couldn't hear that?" Cato tsk-tsks and shakes his head.

Before I can react, he lunges with his sword, and drives a gash into my leg, up high, right down to the bone. I howl in pain. He waits a while, so I can get my breath back. Once I'm hardly gasping anymore, he continues:

"I decided I wouldn't kill you right now. Let you suffer, right, Lover Boy? Maybe Katniss will even come by and see you like this… And maybe she'll even finish the job." Cato winks, pats my cheek sarcastically, and walks off, laughing.

I rip off my first shirt (I still have on 2 more shirts), and wrap it around my wound. I slowly stand up, putting most of my weight on the tree. Blood has already soaked through the shirt. Luckily, I see a spring through the trees, so I leave the tree and hop towards the water. It takes me a half hour to get there. Jeez, I chid myself, Am I really this weak?

I soak my bloody shirt in the spring, turning all the water red. Crap. Lost more blood than I thought I did. I wrap the newly-clean shirt around my wound, and hobble on, looking for shelter. I take a whole day limping, cursing, crawling, and letting a few tears fall before I find the perfect spot.

A spot where my frosting skills can go to work.