I reach the surface as I'm hyperventilating over Cinna, wondering if he is alive, Wondering if Snow targeted Cinna at that specific time so I would know that these next few weeks -if I last that long- will be my last. He has doomed my baby, my relationship, my unofficial Husband and twenty-two other people. I don't know if I can kill them, they were once the same as I am, thrown into brutality with no hope for a return to grace. The countdown has begun yet I don't know how many second's I have left until the mine deactivates. What is this splashing on my boots? Water, the arena is covered in it with a forest surrounding it, the Cornucopia and my podium are on seperate islands, thin slats of what I think is wood support the podiums we stand on, there are no weapons or rucksacks slung about in the water, there is just the Cornucopia so if I need anything after I leave There, I will most likely end up in a watery grave, I can't see Peeta anywhere I can only see one other tribute, Woof, I hear a gong and then games have begun and dive into the water, lucky I can swim as this is no place for a girl on fire.

Cinna fills my mind still, the smears of blood, the metal studded gloves.. His limp body being dragged away with no dignity, no respect, no remorse, not even the people in the Capitol are safe from Snow.

I note Finnick almost immediately, swimming quickly and routinely, unlike me, I am just doing a attempt at front crawl, with the excess weight from the baby it is all I can manage, yet I feel oddly light, while still going for dry land. I see that there is no way to the Cornucopia except to swim, so the tributes that have never learnt will stayput or drown. I reach the Cornucopia and pull myself onto the strips of land with water dripping from me all over, I guess a water-proof jumpsuit is too much to ask for, yet it is think enough to dry quickly. I try to sprint to the large horn but I then find myself feeling sick and without any bathroom the land beneath my feet is as good as any. I see no one else yet the horn is blocking my view. The first order of business for me is to get myself any weapon, then I see it, a golden bow and a sheath of arrows, I yank both free as quickly as I dare as I'm still dizzy to a degree. I sense I am no longer alone, I turn whilst loading my bow and I soon see my companion, Finnick. He is glistening and gorgeous and stands not far away maybe eight yards even or take?

He stands with he weapon of choice - A trident- poised to attack, in his other hand a net dangles. He is smiling, why is he smiling? His about to attempt to kill me, while I'm pregnant! I see his muscles and I note that he is tense.

"You can swim too," He says "Where did you learn that district twelve?"
"We have a big bath tub."
"You must, you like the Arena?"
"No but you should they built it for your district's tributes." I sound bitter but I couldn't careless at this point as I have a clear shot with my arrow, yet he is close enough to impale me before it impacts. We size each other up, frozen with our weapons locked in killer positions.
Finnick grins then waves his wrist to reveal a gold bracelet, Haymitch's bracelet.
"Luck we are allies then eh?"

I don't have much time to think on it as I hear another set of footsteps approaching, I have to decide soon or face death. So I embrace my new ally as I have no other choice, Haymitch has done it again I think as I bark "Right!" at Finnick.

"DUCK!" His voice commands such power that I am forced to 'duck' without even thinking.
His trident whirls over me and kills the district 5 tribute, Finnick tells me not to trust 1 and 2. Like I did't already know that.

I search around again for Peeta as two more tributes reach land, Finnick obviously noticed, I spot Peeta stranded on his plate still, I make to go and get him but Finnick grabs my shoulders, I see Enobaria and Gloss and shoot at them Enobaria dodges but I hit Gloss' calf and he sumurges.

"Better not exert yourself in your condition." Finnick reminds me, I almost forgot that I'm pregnant for a second there, I nod and see Brutus barrelling toward us,

"Do something about that would you?"

Brutus is using his belt like a shield and manages to block my arrow before it punctures his liver, yet the punctured belt releases a purple liquid and it spews onto his face, Brutus then tumbles into the water with a clang.

"Cover me."

By this point Finnick is already submerged and swimming routinely toward my Peeta, I begin to worry the closer Finnick gets to Peeta yet I have a strange feeling that Finnick isn't going to hurt Peeta. I guess the Quell has made me pessimistic when I wasn't optimistic to begin with. I see Brutus's plastic belt on the beach and I cannot decide whether to let my guard down to retrieve it or to stay put, I cannot see any other tributes yet I know they are close by, I decide against it, knowing that it could cost Peeta's life, I cannot survive without him. Our child is doomed without him. Maybe there is some poisonious fruit about, maybe Peeta and I can win again... Together but first everyone else must die.

I see no one but I know Brutus is in shooting distance so its is almost certain Cashmere is nearby, as are the rest of the Careers, who most likely have a old alliance which makes things all the more deadly. Enobaria and Gloss have reached to Cornucopia with Brutus and Cashmere around their alliance is uneasily close to mine which scares the hell out of me. I throw up again, and then I see her, Mags she is old but swimming doggy paddle toward me, Finnick has got Peeta now to my relief and is bring him back to shore I let out a deep breath and calm myself as images of Cinna continue to crash threw my mind, the blood, the pain, the MockingJay Costume that is why! I realise, he did tell me that he puts his emotions into his work and that way he can only hurt himself, well he is wrong. He has hurt me too.

I try to Haul Peeta up with Finnick but Peeta waves me off as he knows how bad my back can get.
Finnick runs his fingers threw his hair and Peeta immediately hugs me and gives me a kiss, even before catching his breath.