If you were bored with the first three chapters, don't close this story yet. This chapter is packed with action and fighting. Enjoy!

Ignoring Haymitch's advice myself (yeah, I'm a hypocrite) I dash into the fray. What I have not told anyone is, I'm not bad with a knife. I guess it comes from fooling around with those bread knives in my father's shop all the time back home. I mean, my 8 in front of the Gamemakers wasn't all due to my strength and power (and modesty, I chide myself). I survey the field for a knife, and find one about 10 yards to my right. All around me tributes are fighting and falling to the ground. When I make it to the knife, I see a boy, I think from District 8, there ahead with the knife already in his hand. I first hit the knife out of his hand, and wrestle him to the ground. His emaciated form doesn't stand a chance against my strength (again, modesty). Keeping him pinned down, I pick up the knife from where it fell, and stab the boy in the heart. Just like that. My first kill. Ever. No time to think about it, though.

Just then, I see another form materialize over me. One of the Career Tributes, the District 4 boy. He raises a spear to finish me off, and I'm thinking that this is the end. I can only hope that Katniss survives to win. Suddenly, the spear in the boy's hand is matched by the spear poking out of his stomach. He crumples to the ground, dying fast, a shocked expression on his face. Behind him is the District 6 girl, holding the spear. She raises the spear to finish me off. Déjà vu, right? Only this time, I am running like hell away from there, running to the woods, and getting behind the first tree I see. I wonder why the girl has not come to follow me, and then I realize that she can't. It's kind of hard to chase someone when you have a sword sticking out of your torso. I catch my breath, relieved. But my ordeal is not yet over.

I hear an animal cry, similar to the one uttered by Katniss the day of the reaping. "No! You bastard, Cato!" screams a boy, presumably the one from District 6. He begins to charge at the sword-wielder, Cato. "That was my sis-." His words are cut off as Cato deftly sidesteps his charge, and decapitates him in one fluid motion. The headless boy falls to the ground on top of the girl, who I guess was his sister. Well at least they're together in death. But I am not out of the woods yet (sometimes I crack myself up with the wordplay). Cato is advancing now. Towards me.

I still have my knife, but I know I am no match for Cato and his sword. I step out of tree, raise my hands, and say "Wait! You can't kill me!" Cato laughs and says "Why ever not, Lover Boy?" I know this risky plan of mine is the only hope for survival. "Because you need me", I say. I point to the dead body of the District 4 boy. "You need me to replace him in your Career group".

This only makes Cato laugh even harder. Even though I'm scared as hell, I still feel anger welling up in me. "I'll tell you about Katniss, too," I say.

Cato stops laughing. "Why would you tell us any sort of useful information on your sweetheart, huh? Nice try, Lover Boy."

Crap. He's not buying it. "She's not even that much of a threat," I lie. I make my face go hard as steel. "But if you think she is, well then, I'm willing to help. And why would I do this? Because both of us can't win these games. Only one person can win, and I'd much rather it be me, over her."

Cato looks at me with a new regard in his cold eyes. "Well neither of you is going to win, because I am. But no matter. You join our alliance, Lover Boy, you tell us all you know about 'Miss-Eleven-On-Fire', ok. That's still not enough. I bet you can't even use that knife in your hand."

Then I spot something that is not quite right. I say "Watch this. Oh, and don't kill me for a minute, how 'bout it? I take careful aim with my knife, and let it fly into a tree. For a moment nothing happens. Cato has a look in his eyes that tells me he's fed up, and about kill me no matter what possible benefits I will bring to him.

Then a girl, I think from District 3, falls out of the tree. The knife is sticking out of her chest. She is dead. Another kill for me.

"Well, well, Lover Boy, not bad, says Cato. "Strong, handy with a knife, not bad at all. Alright. You can join our alliance…for now. Oh, and just a warning. Try anything cute with us, like lying about your sweetheart, and your death will be long and painful."

"So be it", I say with a heavy heart.

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