A/N: Someone sent me a review about how she was interested to see how Haymitch would react... and that was initially what I wanted this chapter to be about so I started writing it. Thank you for following and reviewing! Please please please please keep doing so because it's a big help! If there are any grammatical/pronoun errors, please do tell me so I can edit it. I wrote this in a hurry so I'm sorry if there are a lot! Don't forget to review.

Oh, and I'm sorry if I made someone sort of out-of-character but it had to be done in order to keep this story rolling. I didn't put any labels, but I'm pretty sure you know who's talking in every line break. Alrights. Don't forget to review! x


He couldn't move. He stood there, watching him stalk away in the opposite direction as she stood, dumbstruck. What the hell just happened? He wanted to scream but there was no sound that left him. He wanted to run, but he remained rooted at point. Shock and then rage coursed through him. What had he just seen? He loved her, damn it! Wasn't it apparent enough? He even admitted it on television during the interviews as humiliating as it was, at least everyone knew she was his… not everyone, apparently.

He had done everything for her! He killed the tributes that came so close to murdering her. He followed her to keep her safe! And when the careers took him in, he led them away from her. He was risking his life to save hers! And what was she doing in return? Toying with the head career, himself? How dare she! He took a deep breath and shook his head in exasperation. He would never forgive them, most especially her.

He was always the boy with the bread to her, huh? He was always the sweet boy who could do no wrong and wouldn't make it out of this arena alive. Joke's on them. It's his turn to kill. Never mind that he would have to kill the girl he's loved for so many years. Never mind the boy who took nearly took away his leg and possibly the girl of his dreams. Their blood will be on his hands. He will feast on their deaths. No one's going to hold him down. No one will ever second-guess him ever again. No one will ever betray him. His heart that was reduced to pieces a few seconds ago is now stone-cold. They want to play a game? Then so be it. He would do everything and anything to go back home and look down on the people who didn't think he could. He will never love again.

He took one more glance at her. She collapsed on the floor and was staring at the open space, tears rolling down her face. That's right, he thought. Cry now. Cry, because you won't have the chance to when you suffer my wrath. A few hours ago, he would've emerged from where he was standing to comfort her, but now, he just wanted to see her suffer. She was obviously crying for her mistake with Cato, and he burned with rage. He could've killed her then and now, but where's the fun in killing her slowly? He turned around, but not before lightning a match and setting the leaves on fire. He was sure that the gamemakers would get his intent. He stalked off to the direction where the other walked and followed behind his trail.

You will burn, girl on fire – that much I promise you.


Scotch, how he loved the burning sensation in his throat. It was what he needed to distract himself from what he saw on the screen. She was doing way beyond what he had expected from her. That action from the boy from two, confirmed that she was indeed, wanted and desired from men all over Panem. And now, she's more popular than ever – more patrons to give her what she needed if and when time came. She had done it, made herself irresistible to both boys - Both the monstrous boys from two and twelve wanted her. How lucky was he to have her as a tribute. Now more than ever, will she get the attention of all the cameras.

Brilliant! He thought as he took another sip, feeling it travel down his throat, feeling the warmth once again. He filled another shot glass up with another one. He had started drinking eve since Katniss watched Rue died. He knew that she would go ballistic and in a way, she sort of did. He risked a glance at the television, only to see Peeta's face watching her intently. The glass came crashing to the floor, and the scotch spilled everywhere. The Avox that was standing close by came running with a rug.

"Leave it!" he screamed at her, barely containing the rage in his voice. "You may go," he hissed through his teeth, a little more sternly.

This was not good, not good at all. Peeta would turn on her. In the limited amount of time that he knew Peeta, he would turn on her for sure. In the very few meeting they had, Peeta would always lose his temper. That boy had a good hitting arm - a deadly blow if delivered correctly. There was more than meets the eye with the boy with the bread. Peeta had a temper deep inside of him that no one but Haymitch knew. He could see it in his eyes as he watched the screen. Peeta looked as if he was calculating all the ways he could take her down in a fight and kill her. He could see how he narrowed his eyes and they turned dark as a small eerie smile appeared on his face. He would turn on her and Haymitch wouldn't be able to do anything to save her from his wrath.

But he still had one decision to make – he must choose which one of them will he save: The girl on fire or the boy with the bread?


He threw everything in his reach, breaking everything that his hands would set on. His family tried to calm him, but it didn't work - it almost never did. They had never seen his this angry and it was frightening what he could do with those skilled hands of his.

"THIS IS ALL MY FAULT!" He screamed at them, standing his ground and staring at all of them. "I should've volunteered myself instead of letting that boy go through with it!" He growled, as he fought the urge to cry from what he felt. "Look at what they did to her! They reduced her to a wench that would go to any boy if she needed to! LOOK AT WHAT THEY DID TO HER!" He screamed, with so much ferocity that his younger sister started crying uncontrollably.

"Gale," his mother whispered, fighting back a sob. "I think it's time for you to take a walk outside, maybe? To calm yourself." She said, as she carried her daughter, patting her back to comfort her and stop her from crying.

Without arguing, he stomped off outside, keeping his eyes fixated on where he was going. He ignored all the whispers from the people around him as he passed. He knew they were talking about him and Katniss. He felt like vomiting at the sound of her name. This was not how it was supposed to be. He bent down and crossed the limited space of that the barbed wire gave him. He ran through the woods and bypassing all the snares that he set up the day before. He ran past through them and towards the clearing where they used to have lunch together.

He fell to the ground and took deep breaths to steady himself. He should've volunteered for Peeta and none of this would've happened. He should've volunteered himself – such a shame. Coward! He thought to himself. He was, indeed, a coward. He could've saved her – could've prevented her from becoming one of them. He could've kept her grounded! He could've prevented the kiss from ever happening! He punched the ground – an attempt to take the frustration out, but it didn't work. He continued punching the ground until he could no longer feel his knuckles, until they were black and blue. Not a single tear drop fell from his eyes. He couldn't feel anything.

For a moment, he thought clearly and knew that if she came home as a victor, it would be his job to protect her from whatever the Capitol might do. It would be his job to reverse the effects of the games and he knew just the way how to do it. Her flame needed to be extinguished.


A/N: So tell me what you think! Is it nice? Or too boring? Or too out of character! Ahhh, I'm sorry. Tell me what you feel about it, please! Until the next chapter or another one-shot! x