I wake up the next morning to find Marvel asleep next to me. Him and Cato must have changed shifts while I was asleep. I slip out of my sleeping bag, and exit the tent. Cato is at the fire pit, cooking up some sort of meat and heating up some water in the billy. He looks up at me, the rustle of the tent making him aware of my presence.

"G'day, Mate!" He smirks.

I bite my bottom lip and nod. How'd I get messed up in this? I sit by the fire and look at the dancing flames. I eventually look up an see Marvel standing beside me. Him and Cato both giving me a questioning look.

"What?" I asked confused.

Cato sighed.

"I said, I think we should hunt down 'The girl on fire' today."

'Hunt' what disturbing words.

I swallow that lump in my throat and nod.

"Yeah, Peeta can lead the way, track her, you know her more then any of us."

I nod again. I stand up.

"Where ya going?" Cato asks

"Out woop woop?" Marvel smirks.

"I have to.. piss..."

Cato also stands.

"Sure. Marvel, go with him."

Marvel nodded.

"I'm a big boy now, I can go pee by myself, y'know."

Cato shrugged.

"Just to be sure." He smirked.

Me and Marvel walk a few metres away from camp.

"You alright? You seem.. Quiet Angry?"

I shake my head.

"No, I'm a'right."

"You sure? I heard Cato yelling at you last night?"

After I pee I turn towards Marvel.

"Everything's fine and dandy."

When we walk those few metres back to the fire, I notice the girls are both awake now. Glimmer, a happy-cheery morning person. Makes me sick. Who the heck could be THAT happy at 7 in the morning?

"Hey! Guys look at that! Over there!"

I look up to see smoke. It's fairly big, is someone burning the bush down? Was it the gamemakers?

"Grab your weapons!" Yelled Cato.

I stand still for a few seconds before Marvel pushes me towards the weapons.

"Here." He said shoving a spear in my hands. I gulp.

"Common, Guys!" Glimmer yelled, running into the bush. I dawdled after them.

"Oi!" Marvel yelled at me.

"What?" I snapped.

"Keep up, or I'll drag you all the way."

I roll my eyes.

"Yes, mum." I mumbled.

He glares at me. He grabs my wrist and starts jogging to keep up with the others. I stumble over my feet a few times. I try pulling my arm from his grasp. Unsuccessfully.

"Quit it!" He snaps.

We all stop for a second to make sure we're headed in the right direction and to re-discuss our plan. Cato looks at Marvel's hand and glares at us. He walks over to us, I look up at Cato who stands in front of me.

"I need to talk to you."

Marvel lets go of my wrist and Cato puts his hand on my shoulder.

"Go ahead, I just need to talk to our prisoner here." He said to Clove. He pushes me through the bush, the way we just came. He pushes me against a tree and puts his lips to mine.

"You're such a beaut." He whispers in my ear.

"What's up, you're not acting yourself?"

"I'm a'right." I shrug.

He nods.

"I keep thinking back to the other night. It was bloody amazing, wasn't it?"

"I guess." I shrug again.

"You guess? What's wrong, mate? If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even be a career, so you better start appreciating me, because I can kill you right here if you'd like."

"I could have easily slept with Marvel."

"Marvel doesn't call the shots around here, I do."

"What ever." I say, looking away.

Cato grabs my face.

"Don't turn away from me, wanker."

We hear a rustling noise coming from our left. We both look over to see a Kangaroo eating a small patch of grass, a small joey stands, eating the grass and coping its mother's movements.

A small smile makes its way to my lips. A mother, teaching her young one the ways of life. It makes me think of my mother. She never cared, never gave a shit. Only cared about herself and the bakery.

"Helllo!" Cato waves his hand in front of my face.

"You're suddenly interested in Aussie wild life?"

Cato takes the spear from my hands and throws it, hitting the mother 'roo in the chest. Startling the joey, making it hop away in fright.

"Score!" Cato yelled throwing a fist in the air.

"We got supper for tonight."

"Why'd you do that?! Now the joey doesn't have a mum!" I feel tears make their way to my eyes.

"You shittin' me, Peeta? You're going to cry over a friggan Kangaroo?"

I shake my head. I was going to cry, I don't want him to know that tho.

"Peeta, look at me."

I look away further.

"NOW, Peeta!"

"What do you want from me, Cato?! What? I don't have anything, okay!"

His eyes soften. He lifts his hand and stokes my hair.

"I want you, Peeta."

I shake my head and push his hand away.

"No you don't." I clear my throat.

"What are we going to do about that?" I asked, nodding towards the dead kangaroo.