When I woke up the next morning it was to see smoke billowing in the distance. I certainly hoped that it wasn't Ashleen or Kestrel. I stood up, watching intently as the smoke seemed to expand and darken. The roar of a fire slowly hit my senses as I warily crept closer to where it was coming from and that was when I realized that it wasn't caused by a tribute at all, but the Gamemakers. A ball of fire shot out of the forest towards me and I yelped, hitting the ground as it whizzed over my head. The fire towered above me in a wall of flames. I whirled around, stunned at how fast the fire was progressing.

So I did the only thing I could. I bolted away from it as another fireball hit the tree next to me setting it up in flames. I ran to the side and weaved throughout the trees as more fireballs were launched. I knew that the Gamemakers were trying to lead me into the path of another tribute, most likely the Careers. I looked over my shoulder, which was a mistake. I tripped over a root of one of the trees and the fireball hit the ground next to me, heat lapping at my ankle.

I struggled back to my feet, hissing slightly in pain when I put weight on my ankle. I continued limping away; aware that the fire had stopped but I had no doubt if I paused the Gamemakers would start again. I wiped my forehead with the back of my hand as the lake came into view. This was what the Gamemakers wanted to lead me to; it only made sense after all. There would be other tributes around and it would definitely appease the Capitols thirst for blood.

But right now, that wasn't my focus. I rolled up my pant leg, exposing the raw burned flesh of my ankle. I tugged off my boots and slowly slid my leg into the cool water of the lake. I hissed slightly, as the water lapped at my ankle. Eventually the pain dulled slightly and I pulled my leg out of the water, taking and opened the flap of the backpack. I rifled through it before pulling out some of the medicine that Saffra had given to me for Kestrel. I swiped at the jar, before lightly rubbing the medicine onto the burned spots of my ankle and leg. I unrolled the gauze, before wrapping it tightly around my leg.

I pulled my boot back on and cupped my hands, bringing the water to my lips as I took a small sip of the cold water. I crawled over to one of the bushes and stuffed my backpacks there. I was going to stay here for a while and I didn't want anyone to steal my packs while I was asleep. Or after I died, if I did die here.

I crawled back over to the lake and slowly lowered myself into the water. It lapped at my heated skin and I sighed, leaning back against one of the rocks. The boisterous loud laughs, reached me first before I heard their footsteps. My head shot up and my neck cracked as I took in the Careers heading directly toward me. No, not me the lake. They hadn't spotted me yet but I knew that they would soon enough.

I couldn't do anything other than stay in the lake like a sitting duck. Maybe I could reach my packs, and defend myself but that plan was squashed when my slight movement toward the rocks attracted Glimmer's attention.

She laughed, pointing at me and saying something quietly to the others. Cato stared at me, and when Glimmer, Clove and the girl from 4 started approaching me I dove into the water. I needed to get away from them. I swam as hard as I could toward the other bank but I wasn't quick enough. Something pierced my leg and I screamed, water flooding into my lungs as the District 4 girl advanced on me in the water. Clove must have given her one of her knives because the next thing I felt was a slight burning across my ribs. I squirmed; causing what I think must have been a spear to dig into my leg even further.

Another burning feeling crossed my side and tears pooled in my eyes. District 4, smiled maniacally and I thrashed out, trying to ignore the spear digging further into my leg. I shoved the girl away from me and then she was pulled out of the water. Darkness hovered on the edges of my vision as blood pooled in the lake. I barely registered the spear being pulled out of my leg before I was pulled out of the water. The cool air caused goose bumps to erupt on my arms and I shivered, pressing closer to the warm body holding me.

My eyes fluttered closed as darkness overtook me.

When I came to the first thing I heard was Cato's voice, "Fawn! Fawn wake up, dammit."

My eyes fluttered open and I registered that I was still by the lake. Cato had started a fire, and the fire was warming my cold body. I made a soft sound of contentment, and Cato pulled away from hovering above me. He stared at the fire and I rubbed at my eyes.

"What happened?" I asked, my eyes flickering over to him.

"You don't remember?" he asked, glancing at me his face shadowed and it came back to me. The fireballs, the lake, patching up my ankle, District 4 attacking me when I tried to get away and then someone saving me.

"You saved me?" I asked and he nodded, looking back towards the fire.

"Where are your backpacks, Fawn? I don't have medicine to help your wounds." Cato murmured.

"By the bushes over there." I answered, pointing, curling towards the fire and Cato stood.

I listened as he went over to the bushes and grabbed my backpacks. He walked back over, kneeling beside me. I listen to him ruffling through the backs before he pulls out the medicine that Saffra had given to me. He digs out the gauze and I turn to look at the rapidly darkening sky. I wonder silently where the other Careers are but I won't dare to ask him. Cato tugs off my boots and I turn my eyes to him as he unwraps the gauze from my legs. I shift slightly, peering at the burns.

They don't look nearly as red as they had before but they don't look much better either. Cato sighs quietly before unsnapping my pants and tugging them off. I stared at him incredulously and his lips twitch slightly, until the spear wound on my upper leg is visible. Blood is oozing from the wound and as Cato gently presses his finger to the skin surrounding the wound I yelp, as more blood comes oozing out.

Tears blur my vision as Cato pours water on some cloth and dabs at the wound. The water stings the wound and I fight to keep from whimpering too much. Cato lays the wet cloth on my pants as he unscrews the lid from the jar and scoops some of the medicine onto his fingers. He rubs the medicine on the wound and the skin surrounding it before he slaps a bandage on it.

I'm silent as he tugs my pants back on and snaps the button shut. He lifts my shirt up until he can see where District 4 cut me. I am silent as he cleans both cuts and rubs the medicine in. He lifts me up slightly as he wraps the gauze around my ribs and lays me back down once he's finished with that. He rocks back on his heels, staring at me.

"Does that feel better Fawn?" He asks, and I glance at him.

"A little bit." I answer quietly, "What about the burns?"

"We don't have any burn medicine so I can't do anything about the burns. The medicine I used on your injuries could help the burns but it wouldn't help a lot so you'll have to wait until you get some actual burn medicine." Cato answers, raking a hand through his hair.

"Has anyone else died?" I asked and Cato nods.

"The boy from District 11, he had ventured out of the wheat field over there and Clove got him. He thought that we were gone but we weren't and he was killed." Cato answered, "You didn't hear the cannon did you?"

"I was running from a wall of fire," I said dryly, "so excuse me for not paying attention to cannons sounding when you know I was nearly burned alive."

A full smile appears on Cato's face and he runs his fingers along my face, "Septimus is still alive. Don't give me that look Fawn, we both know that you were going to ask that eventually. He is incredibly pissed with me though because I attacked you yesterday, I think."

I smile slightly, "Good, I'm glad that Septimus is alive and pissed at you. Why did you attack me anyways? You saved me in the bloodbath and then out of nowhere you attack me. Why?"

Cato's face darkens, "I'll admit I did know that it was you, but the only thing I could think of was that it was another tribute stealing food. You weren't Fawn in that moment, just an enemy."

I bite my lip, before asking, "And what am I now?"

"Now you are," Cato pauses, "Now you're Fawn."

I yawn, and Cato moves away slightly so that he isn't blocking the fire. I hum slightly in contentment and Cato stiffens, his eyes catching on something over my shoulder. I roll over onto my side, watching as the fire casts light on the shadowed figure. It's Clove.