Hi peoples updating again today just in case anyone reads it... um... yeah... This belongs to Suzanne Collins... FOR NOW! Crap... Did I say that a loud... Wait I can't say it aloud this is a book... But technically with the content of this i'm writing from my thoughts so that mean UGH! BABBLING AGAIN! SORRY YOU CAN READ THE STORY NOW... What are you waiting for... GO... I said go... WHY THE HELL ARE YOU STILL READING THIS?! GO ON... Stopping now... Ok...now!

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Chapter 2:

I pushed my hair behind my ear, annoyed that it had fell out of it's braid. The mutts had disappeared when I wasn't looking and I took the chance to slide off the Cornucopia wincing as the metal scraped the cuts that covered my body. I walked over slowly to my target, the bloody red mess, also known as Cato crumpled up on the ground. "Get Up" It wasn't an offer I was demanding, the only part of his face that wasn't covered in blood was his face and I saw his lips turn down. He tried to get up knowing I would kill him if he didn't, but struggling, to get his feet planted on the ground and I quickened the process, grabbing his arm and yanking him up. He yelped and I was trying not to flinch 'not now Katniss, he's the enemy! Do not show any weakness!" I pulled him with me, for we were going on a trip.

He was stumbling his eyes closing once in a while, it didn't take a genius to figure out he was drowsy from blood loss. I sighed, knowing if I was going to have any chance to keep him alive, he was going to need medicine. I took him with me to the lake, luckily someone had set up the rocks so a bridge was formed and I set him down there, I was sure he wasn't going to move and I took a knife that rested in my bag out, cutting off chunks of wood. I created a shelter of some sorts, it was small and wouldn't protect us from Capitol creations, but it would protect us from normal animals and rain.

He opened his eyes but they were turning in strange directions and I knew the drowsiness had made him in a strange loopy state. "Whaaat are yooouu going to dooo noow Kattineess" he was slurring his blood and I was sure he was going to die if he wasn't taken care of. I sighed dropping onto the rocks praying it was strong enough that we wouldn't fall. it was. The necklace I had gotten before was strapped tightly to my neck and I reached to it, holding the heart locket close to me. I closed my eyes and tears sprinkled from under my lashes, I felt hopeless, death replayed in my mind every time I closed my eyes, I was stuck here, waiting for Cato to die, or for the Capitol to kill one of us… Whatever came first. The air was cool and I shivered, bringing my jacket closer to me, as soon as something rattled my eyes snapped open, allowing me to survey the area.

The only thing in sight was Cato, struggling to keep his eyes open, I stood up making sure to be quiet. I stepped outside, running as soon as I saw the package, I accidently tripped in my rush and a rock sashed trough my knee. I barley noticed the new damage, I had gotten far past used to it, my hand slipped as I tried to open the package and I almost growled. When I finally managed to get it open and I rushed to look inside. It was medicine, lots of it, along with a small muffin, a delicacy I was sure came from District 2. I slipped out the two notes and messy script covered one, the other neat in bold print.

Please keep my brother safe, we need him, Use this everywhere, and feel free to use what's left on yourself, and enjoy the muffin!

- Arial Hadley(Cato's younger sister)

Don't let the kid die

- Brutus & Enobaria

I smiled up into the sky knowing the camera, knowing it would be watching and nodded, showing I would try. I walked into the hut I had made, dipping my fingers in the wet gooey medicine and starting spreading it all over him starting with his face. My hands went down and I gently applied some to the gruesome scar on his neck, I hesitated but then ripped off his shirt putting it on the ground. The whole time I was doing this he was moaning in pain, telling me to stop. As soon as his shirt was off I sucked in a uneasy breath, not just a cut but a gaping hole shredded the whole of his chest, most of his skin was gone. I clenched my fists biting my tongue and lightly spreading the orange medicine over his body.

He was now screaming and I repeated "sorry" over and over again, not caring I wasn't supposed to feel sympathy. When his chest was covered in the orange goo I finally moved on debating weather or not I should go on. I finally reminded myself I needed to help him and slowly pulled off his sweats. Deep scars flew down his legs and I spread the goo all over, finally muting his screams from my ears, even though I knew the camera would hear all of it. I bit my lip then pulled down his under pants, my eyes widening at the size of his 'private' parts- Surly it wasn't normal to be that large? I shook my head getting back to the point, my cheeks were stained red but I cleaned a deep scar by his thigh that looked like a knife jab. As soon as I was done I rushed to put his clothes back on turning quickly and quickly walking out the door.

It was only when I sat down outside on a rock by the water that I remembered Peeta's Death. Right now he was getting pampered to be put in a crate and sent back to District 12 where his family would mourn over his death. My sobs echoed around the forest surrounding me and I screamed, fully aware I was having a tantrum in front of the whole country. "Peeta" the word was shaky and loud coming from my lips and I repeated it over and over again moaning and crying, lying down on a rock.

I think I did that for an hour but I wasn't sure all I knew is eventually I got up, put on a blank expression and went back into the hut where Cato was dozing off. His eyes were about to close and I slapped him across the face muttering a "Get Up" my voice was cold and I felt numb, I had now processed Peeta's death an my heart had been ripped out of my chest. I was just an empty soul. He grumbled something but closed his eyes again and I once again brought my hand to his face now slamming it harder against his torn skin.

He flinched and I turned to him with what I'm sure looked like to him a bored expression but to me it as a mask hiding my hopelessness. He frowned at me his eyes showing pain but everything else showing annoyance.

"So what are you going to do to me now, huh?" The medicine must have worked some what because he wasn't slurring anymore but his voice was still wavering gently and he was still dripping in blood. "Torture me?" he said that with arrogance and annoyance but I could tell he was scared, terrified even, his face hinted to it. "Go Ahe-" I had cut him off my head snapping towards his with rage "I'm not going to torture you Two" I had raised my voice and my eyes were flaming with rage.

I had enough with these stupid games. I through the muffin I had brought in with me and put it in his hand, my eyes still cold. "From your sister" I then turned around, but not before seeing his face light up. I walked down to the lake, where I knew I would be spending most of my time now- well, until this ended. My hands ran up and down my face, barley getting any of the grime and blood off my face, but it did some good so I kept going, occasionally splashing water on my pale face. My eyes were teary, for I still had Peeta's face as he fell off the Cornucopia printed in my head his blue eyes shining with terror and his hands reaching to his throat as he fell- as if accepting it. I walked into the small hut and rubbed my eyes sleepily, before drifting off into a land of nightmares and horror.

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