Cato was awoken by a screeching noise. He scrambled down from his perch; he had found a large empty room filled with seats. Sleeping was too easy on the wooden floor so Cato had climbed his way into the rafters. The screeching noise came from a small silver object on the far corner of the room. Cato moved towards it when he saw a shadow of a person enter the room. Cato flinched, ready for attack. A slender, tall, brunette girl walked through the doors with a stack of objects in her grasp. She made her way to the seats and sat, waiting for someone. Cato edged his way toward the door.

"I know you're in here." She spoke. Cato couldn't think of a response. "Do you know Pita?"

"Twelve?" Cato spat. It was involuntary, alliances where only skin deep.

"Wonderful. I think you can help us. I'm Allison." She smiled. Her sick sweetness vaguely reminded Cato of a younger Clove. Normally he would have laughed and embraced the memory but this was a different game he was playing now. Cato walked towards the girl, still cautious.

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Peeta was currently sitting in half brunt down house. His whole life was being questioned. Who was he? Who was Katniss? How did they get here? Why where they here? Peeta answered the questions after a slight struggle to regain his courage. Stiles, who seemed the most likeable, eagerly took down the information on a piece of paper.

"Why is Katniss looking for you?" The question came from the fox haired girl, Lydia. Peeta gulped.

"We're partners…in the Games. We come from the same District and if we both stay alive we can win the Games. Together." Lydia seemed satisfied with the response until she began to speak again.

"What are the Games?"

"The Hunger Games. Where I come from, each of the twelve Districts must offer up one young man and women between the ages of twelve and eighteen in tribute to compete in the Hunger Games. It's a fight to the death." Lydia's eyes grew huge. She gasped and backed away.

"You and Katniss, you're all that's left though?" Stiles questioned.

"No, there's also Cato. He's the tall, blonde boy who was with me for a while. He's…deadly."

"Deadly? More deadly than Scott or Derek?" The last question seemed directed towards Lydia.

"Well, he's a natural born killer. In two they raise them to win the Games. He killed a boy with his bare hands." Peeta sighed, remembering the poor boy blamed for Katniss' actions.

"Oh."

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Katniss was sleeping soundly, bound high up in a tree. She was woken by the sound of leaves rustling. A tall man, wearing simple clothes strolled underneath her tree. He seemed much older than Katniss. She saw two men, in all black following him. They had some sort of weapon on them. Danger. Katniss didn't move from her perch. Once she couldn't hear the men's footsteps she hopped down from the tree. It was no use calling out for Peeta anymore. He was nowhere to be found.

"Hey!" A gruff voice called out. Katniss whipped around, her braid whacking her cheek. It was the man from earlier.

"Hello." Act calm Katniss. Breathe.

"Why is a girl like you out here in the woods at this hour?"

"I'm lost…yeah, I'm lost." She tried to smile.

"Where do you live?" He seemed less concerned for her safety and more concerned that his plan would be figured out.

"Umm…" Katniss pointed in the direction of where she came. The man scratched his chin.

"You need help getting back?"

"No, that's alright." Katniss slowly began walking towards the trees.

"Alright. Have a safe trip."

"Thanks." Katniss smiled before breaking into a sprint. Danger. Katniss rushed through the brush until she saw the house from the night before. She slowly walked towards it when she heard a voice inside. Peeta. She knocked on the door quickly and it was opened by Lydia.

"Hello." Lydia smiled.

"Peeta?" Katniss could see the blonde boy look in her direction.

"Katniss?" He jumped towards her. They embraced and Katniss felt even more overjoyed than she had when two victors could be allowed. But it snapped her back into reality. The Games where still happening, Cato was still out there, waiting. And as much as she didn't want to admit it, Katniss wanted to find him.

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Chris Argent was displeased with today's prowl of the wilderness. No wolves, only a lost girl. Damn. He sat in his truck before deciding to drive home. The girl seemed disoriented but not a danger. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he should have gone and helped her. But it was too late now, she was long gone and Chris had arrived home. He parked his car and entered his home quietly. Kate's funeral would be in a few days. If the wolves could be out of the way by then, her death would be so much more…significant.

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LOCATIONS:

Katniss – Hale House

Peeta – Hale House

Cato – Beacon Hills High School

Allison and Scott – Beacon Hills High School

Stiles and Lydia – Hale House

Derek – Unknown

A/N: Sorry for the long hiatus. I kind-of forgot about this story. I've been writing my other hunger Games fan fiction it's almost done. Not "Sister Knows Best" in case you've read that one. Also so far the pairings we have are Scott and Allison, someone suggested Cato and Katniss. Would everyone like that? REVIEW or PM me because I want to make this a story for you readers to enjoy! Thanks for reading!