NOTE: I do not own anything of the characters or premises of the Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.

Chapter Four

"Once this is done, there's no going back. There's no way we can reverse the damage from this. Are we clear Katniss?" Plutarch said.

"Yes."

He furrows with brow but then soften his face and walks to the white screen in the middle of the room. "Begin count down!" He ordered to his crew.

I tried to breathe calmly and watch strait ahead of me, blocking everything just like Cinna taught me to. My body was strapped in a chair that would maintain my body alive for the three days. I see my forearms hooked to an IV that will sent the right amount of nutrients, sedative or even blood to my system. As well a sticky round clip on my index finger and another above my breast that will monitor my heart beats. I push my head backwards felling the cables that connects me to a device that would merge me into Peeta's realm.

The palms of my hands were covered in a sheet of sweat and my heart beat was like a drum in my ears. I hear someone's footsteps approaching and I tilt my head to the side.

"Just for advice, don't let the boy die." Haymitch says as he approaches me.

"Thanks. I will try to have it on mind." I state and turn to look straight ahead.

He lets out a heavy sight as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Remember this; every second you find yourself in the Aridness is a lost time on the clock."

I scrunch my face, trying to take in what he just told me. I turn sideways and look at him.

"This is for Peeta."

"I sincerely hope so, for the sake of him...sweetheart."

I watch white luminous light appear before my eyes as an electric current possesses my body. I try to gasp for air, but something makes it impossible. It's like I'm inside an electric bubble, and suddenly everything begins to slow down. The pressure I felt, it's no longer making my breathing difficult. I feel light as an arrow shot across the sky.

I take everything in as I adjust my surroundings. And right there it struck me. Peeta's mind was beautiful.

The sky was a beautiful cerulean blue, filled with different kind of birds diving throught the sky. I recognize the mockingjay's singing softly and I can't help, but smile. I close my eyes, and breath in the clean fresh air; scented like pine and something else...bread. "Peeta." I breathe out and tears blurrs my vision.

"Remember, girl on fire. I'm still betting on you." I let out a cry, as the memory of Cinna appears before my eyes. His soft brown eyes framed by dark lashes and his only adormentent, a tin gold line on his eyelids that accentuaded his cat eyes. Brieftly, I let my mind go backward to the sevety- four games, just minutes away from being put in the arena. When Cinna, brings his forehead to mine, as his hands clasp each side of my head; giving me strenght and corage. I open my eyes and with my left hand, I kiss three fingers and raise my hand. A simbol of my district twelve. A farewell, a good luck or a be brave.

I look down from the platform and see a forest but not far from it, was smoke swirling in the air. I slowly made my way down using the rope that gamemakers provided me. Once I reached the end of the rope, it disappeared as well the platform; but in its place there was a satchel and beside it, there was a bow and a pouch full of arrows.

I take the satchel and wear it across my body. I take the arrows pouch and place it on my back and grab the bow in my hands. I turn slowly, getting my bearings and select the direction of the smoke as the path to follow. My boots stomps on a twig and I see little furry creatures with a fuzzy round tail hiding from my presence. "Rabbits." I murmur. I could hunt or set traps for game, but I was too anxious to meet Peeta.

The air was cool against my cheek and the fresh scent of flowers perfumed the forest. My left ear catches the soft sound of a heavy splash. Hurrying toward the sound, I find myself thinkimg diferent scenarios where Peeta could get in danger or hurt himself. "He could slip from silt from the rocks! My eyes goes round at the thought of a more dangerous situation. "A powerful current could drown him!" My mind screamed. I urged my self to go faster, not caring that three branches scaped or cutted my skin. "Please be safe!"

There at some distance I see a waterfall and I make myself jog to the boulder, searching for Peeta. The sound of the water was deafening, making it impossible for me to detect new sounds. I raise my right arm and grab an arrow and sync it with my bow.

"Who are you?"

"Peeta?" I turn around very slowly and I find myself caught off guard by a set of beautiful blue eyes full of distrust.

"How do you know my name?" He said, raising a sword to my throat.

"It's me Katniss...your wife."

"My wife?"

"Lady, I'm about to get married in three days."

"Married? To whom?"

"To me."

Both of them turn around to see the owner of the voice behind tree.

"Hi, buttercup!" A dimple smile appeared on Peeta's face. He lowered the sword and embraced the woman in his arms.

She gives him a peck on his lips and turns towards me. A snicker draws on her lips.

"What's wrong Katniss, the fire burned out?"

I narrow my eyes, and raise my bow and arrow targeting her.

"Hi, Johanna." I breathe out and let the arrow fly away from my fingers.

Author's Note:

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