Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger games in any way, any mistakes are all mine and I take full responsibility for them. Just a little note, not every single thing will be the same as in the books, as this is a situation where Katniss doesn't have her bow anymore, so sad LAnyway, please enjoy, read and review everyone!
Slowly and carefully, she crept up the boughs of the tree, relying on the anthem to play for as long as she needed it. As she neared the nest, she noticed that some tracker jackers weren't even moving. It's the smoke, the smoke from the campfire, Katniss realized. Awkwardly, she started to saw away at the branch, praying that the wasps wouldn't wake up suddenly and sting her to death. Down below, she could hear Cato muttering and cursing up at the projection of faces in the sky, or rather, who wasn't up in the sky. The anthem was nearing the end, she had to hurry or the plan would be ruined. Sawing frantically, she didn't notice the blisters bursting on her right hand, all that mattered was that the nest would drop down onto its target.
Almost there, crack, creak. The nest whistled down onto the camp of careers. Chaos ensued down at the career camp and everyone is running, trying desperately to escape them. Katniss crept behind the foliage, planning to run in the opposite direction to the lake after the careers had all gone. Cato had an unconscious Clove slung over his shoulder and Marvel and Glimmer were stumbling after. Three and four were nowhere in sight, probably gone already. And Peeta, where was he? Katniss hadn't bothered to even look at him that night, but now that he was gone, she hoped that he was safe.
A sting on her knee, cheek, neck. The effects of the poison begin to take effect as she starts feeling woozy and nauseous. The lake, get to the lake, then you'll be safe. She clumsily staggered down the tree, running as fast as she could without falling. I did it, the plan worked, I did it! That one thought kept her going as she reached the little lake. She fell to her knees and panted in exhaustion. Little ants, creeping all over her, crawling in her mouth, ears, nose. She screamed and frantically stood up, brushing off the non-existent ants. In all her frenzied movements, she snagged her foot on a branch and fell over into a small pit, where she continued to tremble and half heartedly brush the ants away. Finally tired out, she curled up into a ball and finally succumbed to the hallucinations.
Authors note: I am so stupid! I completely forgot about Peeta until now - Face palm - Anyway, probably shouldn't have told you guys that... Please enjoy, and I know this must be annoying, but please, please review, it would mean so much to listen to you guys thoughts about this :)
