So I was just listening to music the other day (shocker), and I think "Run This Town" by Rihanna and Jay Z is a pretty good theme song for the careers. At least, most of it. I thought of them while I was listening. What do you think?

Clove

I'm guessing it's around midnight. I'm going to have to wake Cato up soon, I'm getting tired. I wish I hadn't volunteered for first watch.

The tracker jackers were horrible, and I never want to experience any pain like that every again. The venom showed me horrible, horrible things, and I'm horribly stiff though I'm trying to ignore it.

I'm sitting cross-legged on top of a crate, my back to the lake, watching Cato and Marvel snore when I hear a twig snap to my left. I'm on my feet in a second, my arm muscles tensing, ready to throw. My eyes sweep the vast space, and I'm about to sit back down when I see him.

The boy from 3. He's standing at the edge of the forest line, hesitating. He's short and scrawny, and has a bit of a hunchback. Nerd. I'm about to throw when he holds up his hands, which are empty of weapons. It doesn't look like he has anything, actually. "Wait!" he says, recoiling just a little.

I think about walking towards him, but I'm worried it could be a trap. So I keep my knife extended in front of me and tilt my head to where I'm standing. "Come over here." I say. He walks slowly forward, hands still up in surrender, until he's about five feet away from me. "What do you want?" I ask.

"I-I…I want to join your pack." He studders.

I snort. "Yeah, like that would happen. Seriously, is that all?"

"Wait!" he says again. "I have a proposition for you."

I narrow my eyes, but since this kid doesn't seem like much of a threat, I lower my arm and cross my arms over my chest. "Oh, yeah? What is this proposition?"

He takes in a nervous breath, and I can tell I intimidate him. Good. "I can help you. You know the girl from five?" he asks.

I frown, thinking. "Um, no. I don't have time to memorize all of you losers. But anyway, what about her?"

He sighs. "Well, I saw her taking food from you yesterday. I can help you protect your supplies."

I narrow my eyes. Oh, was she? I think I'll keep a special eye out for her. "Hold on. I'm going to wake the others."

I can tell he doesn't look too happy about this, but he doesn't say anything. I walk over and shake Cato on the shoulder until his eyes open. Then I step over him and decide that because Marvel has decided to be a snarky bastard lately, he could wake up differently. I laugh to myself, because even in these Games I can make fun out of something. Cato sits up and watches me as I drag Marvel's sleeping bag to the edge of the lake, then kick him in. Cato laughs and I burst into hysterics, and Marvel comes up swearing. "DAMN IT, CLOVE!" he yells.

"Shhhh!" I warn him. He glares at me and shoves my shoulder before walking away, shaking the water out of his hair like a dog.

Apparently, no one noticed the boy from 3 until now. I explain to them that he has a "proposition" for us. So then the boy, who tells us his name is Mac, goes into this whole plan about how he can help us protect our supplies. The plan is actually good, I must admit, but we all agree to wait until morning to do it.

After breakfast the next morning, instead of going hunting like usual, we're all digging up the ground to get to the mine plates. Mac says that he can reactivate them somehow with his nerdy District 3 ways, so we decide to listen to him. The first thing we do is stack up all of our supplies in the middle and tie it tightly together with a rope. The whole digging process takes about an hour, and it's really tiring. But Mac gets the wiring done quickly, and he shows us how to get to the supplies without getting blown up. At the end, we decide to let him live.

About an hour later, Marvel points into the forest. "Smoke!"

He's right. There's smoke not too far away into the forest. Who could be so stupid? There's literally smoke billowing up into the sky. I swear, everyone in this arena are idiots. We load up our supplies and run towards the forest.

"Come on, Mac!" Cato calls over his shoulder. I stop short. There's no way that nerd is coming with.

"He's not coming, Cato." I say firmly, and him and Marvel stop running, too.

"Yes he is, Clove."

"Who's gonna guard the supplies?"

"It doesn't need guarding. Mac said it was finished. Isn't it, Mac?"

"Well, I, um, yes—" Mac babbles.

"Good. Then let's go."

I sigh but follow, sprinting on into the woods. I hear Mac stumbling behind me, his clumsy feet getting caught on branches and dips in the ground. When we get to the fire, though, there's no one there.

"What the…?" Cato looks baffled. Then, in the distance, another column of smoke bursts up. I'm starting to think this a little weird.

"Cato, we need to get back to camp." I say. "It's a trap." But he ignores me and keeps running, so I have no choice but to run after him. "Cato, no one is gonna be there!" I shout after him, but he just tells me to shut up.

Sure enough, when we get there, the fire is empty. "What the hell!" Cato says angrily, kicking a log aside.

"I told you!" I say, stepping forward and pushing him. "It's a trick! It's Katniss! I know it! We need to get back to camp, now."

He's about to argue with me when there's an explosion so loud and so forceful that my feet are knocked out from underneath me. It goes on for a few more seconds, and I cover my ears until the ground stops shaking. When it's over, we all look at each other for a moment. Then, we sprint back to camp without a word.

Cato

When we break through the forest to where our camp once was, all I see is rubble. Rubble, and smoking ground. No bins, no food, no supplies.

Oh. My. God.

Clove stumbles forward with her arms extended hopelessly, and she falls to her knees. "My knives!" she cries.

"Don't you have all of them in your jacket?" Marvel manages to say.

Clove shakes her head. "No. Well, most of them, but…" she trails off with a look of desperation on her face.

And then, I just explode. I throw my spear to the ground, and I kick the ground, swearing and yelling like I've never done before. Clove and Marvel look at me like I'm crazy, and maybe I am. But can you blame me? We have no food. Half of our weapons are gone. We only have what we brought in our packs.

And then I realize: it's Mac's fault. His trap worked the wrong way. He must realize this, too, because he turns to run but I catch him in a headlock and with all my force I yank his head to the side and he drops to the ground. His cannon fires instantly.

"Cato." Clove puts her hands on my shoulders, and I'm so mad I barely hear her at first, but I look at her. Her big eyes are widened, and she's looking at me cautiously. "Chill out." She points to the sky. "Whoever did this—they're dead."

She's right. There's no way the bomber survived this. This calms me down a little, and then Marvel says that we should leave so they can get Mac's body. We cross over to the lake and sit, just sit there and wait for the anthem to see who the bastard who blew our supplies was. Soon, the anthem lights up the sky.

And then it goes dark.

There were no deaths today.

"What the hell?" Clove says angrily, getting to her feet.

"It was Katniss." I say. "I know it."

"Well, come on then." Marvel says, getting up. "Let's go get her."

Clove and I slip on our night-vision glasses and Marvel lights a torch. "When we find her, I kill her in my own way, and no one interferes." I say sternly.

It looks like Clove is going to say something, but she thinks twice and shuts her mouth, looking disappointed. But I don't care. I want that bitch dead, and I'm going to kill her myself.