Um... Well enjoy the fourth chapter.

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"The faces of the rebellion," the words flow through my mind. I open my eyes. I blink, dazed by the sun. Where am I? I think. I look around taking in my location. I rub my eyes. How? Unfortunately I know exactly where I am. I know it to well. The Hunger Games arena. Oh no.

I bolt up on to my feet. My hands grope for my bow,but come up empty. I am defenseless. I quickly take in my environment for any signs of danger. It's quiet. I see the lake to my right and trees all around. I'm standing a couple yards from the cornucopia. The arena looks no different from when I left.

For some reason I run to the cornucopia. There is blood on it, Peeta's blood from where the mutts bit him. The Capitol had sent mutations at us, trying to finish us off. They had sunk their teeth into Peeta's leg, almost killing him.

I run into the woods. I finally find what I am looking for. Right in front of me is the first fire Rue had lit when I had blown up the careers' supplies. I keep running waiting to pass it, the next location, I find it. Flowers littered the ground. A cut net lay tangled on the dirt.

I feel tears come to my eyes, but I don't cry. I know this place well. This is where Rue had died. Small tiny Rue had taken her final breath here. I was here with her. But I am still alive. I can't help but think that Rue was the one who deserved to be alive. She hadn't killed anyone. That had been a mistake, though. She had fled instead of fighting. That decision came back to haunt her.

I didn't know this for sure, but I am almost positive Rue did not die giving up. I could picture her in my mind spitting insults at the boy from District 1. Rue, she was a survivor.

I hear howling suddenly. My eyes dart around looking for the owner of the howls. Then I see it. A mutt is running full speed toward me. I have no time to react. The next thing I know is that the mutation of Rue is on top of me, growling viciously, and then everything goes black.

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I bolt up straight in my bed. I am sweating. I try to wipe it off with my sleeve. It takes my minute to get my bearings. I am at home, in my bed, not in the arena. How am not at the arena I don't know. The dream had felt so intense, so real. And Rue. I am hit by a rush of sadness, but I push away the feeling until I can deal with it some other time.

I look at my mother and Prim still sleeping. I sigh at the wave of contentment I get when I see them. Without thinking, I get up and dress myself in my usual hunting clothes. As I lace up my boots, I pause, realizing that I don't need to hunt anymore. Who cares, I think to myself, and I finish lacing up the shoes.

I head out the door, being careful not to wake anyone. I walk down the street to the meadow. The sky is its normal gray colour and the air is humid from yesterday's rain.

No one is awake yet, it's too early. District 12 gets yesterday as well as part of today off. But when the sun is directly above, everyone has to go back to work.

I walk by house after house. Finally I reach the meadow. I listen to the fence. It is humming but I can tell it's shutting off. I wait for a few minutes until the humming dies down.

Eventually it does stop, and I lower myself to the ground in the safety of a couple of bushes. I look around to make sure no one is watching as I slide on my stomach under the fence. Once I am under and on the other side I look around once more. No one sees me, but I do see some who are finally coming out of their houses. I grab my bow and arrows, and bolt into to the woods.

The woods are familiar to me and had never been so welcoming. Earlier in my life, I had always been somewhat jealous of the other districts. They have it easy, well at least most of them do. But now, I am realizing that I always have loved District 12. It has been my home for sixteen years and maybe for the rest of my life. But life never goes according to plan.

I pull out my bow and arrows thoughtfully. I wonder if they still work. I shoot a bow perfect into the spot I was aiming at on the tree. I allow myself a cocky grin. It's one of the few things which I am completely sure of myself. I know I am being arrogant, but happiness is becoming harder to find. So I take it as I go with no regrets.

Without really meaning to I stumble upon me and Gale's meeting place. It is a rocky ledge that hangs over a valley. I sit down with my feet hanging over the edge, eating a berry from the bush next to it. I look at the hills that Gale and I had climbed so many times with longing. I can't help but wish that the Hunger Games had never happened, that my life will suddenly go back to normal and I will be here in the forest not because I want to, but because I need to.

Dreams don't come true, I remind myself. No point wasting time hoping if nothing comes from it. I turn my attention back to the endless hills. They were a deep shade of blue-green. I give myself a small smile.

He comes so quietly, I don't even hear him. "Sure is beautiful," Gale says. I look up at him and give him a small nod. Gale sits next to me looking out at the distance. My stomach lurches. Why does this have to happen to me? I think miserably. Why did I have to have feelings towards both Gale and Peeta?

This makes me think about my about how difficult my life is and how I have a feeling that it is only going to get worse.

"We could do it, you know," I say quietly.

"What?" Gale asks.

"Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it," I say repeating his exact words from before I left.

Gale is quiet for moment. Then gives me a slow smile and shakes his head, laughing quietly. I give him a questioning look.

Then he looks up at me, grinning. "I might just have to take you up on that offer."

Please send me any ideas you guys have, I am having writer's block. OH NO! It would really help. :-) Please and thank you.