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Disclaimer: I've said this 8 times already and I'll say it again, I don't own Hunger Games. But I do own Willow, Shimmer, Cobalt, Ezra, Oleander, Allorine, Leviticus, and Taera. I don't own any of the other guys though. So... yeah.

9. The Gamemakers

Willow is now an ally as well. Good. That means that Peeta and I now have four allies. I start to plan strategies as Peeta and I head down to the training centre for the last time. I practise at the few stations I haven't been to yet. Once I've finished with them I practice throwing knives again. I'm getting pretty good at it. I throw another knife and it hits the dummy right where its heart would be. A plan formulates in my head. I know what I'm going to show the Gamemakers. I feel somebody watching me. I spin around and it's Peeta who's watching me. I turn back around and continue to practise.

I move onto the climbing section. Though I'm already pretty good at climbing trees, there's no harm in practising. It doesn't take me long to reach the top of the structure. Someone calls my name and, without thinking, I turn to look. I regret it almost instantly as I lose my grip and fall all the way down. I gasp as I try to catch my breath. Peeta runs over and helps me up.

"Shit. My leg." I hiss. It hurts to put a lot of weight on it. I have a feeling this was the intention of whoever called my name. Fortunately, it is now time for lunch and I have the chance to rest. I can't help but begin to worry now. With both a stab wound and an injured leg, my chances of surviving the arena are lessening.

At lunch, I sit at the same table as yesterday and, like yesterday, Willow joins us at the table.

From what I remember of her Games, she's fast, good with spears, and sneaky. Finnick always gets lots of sponsers, he's charming, he can make a net out of pretty much anything, and he can use a trident. Though, it's not likely that there will be a trident. Beetee is smart and he knows how to invent things. Seeder, too, is strong and she knows what she's doing.

I want the winner of this Hunger Games to be Peeta, of course; but if not him, then one of them. I have no intentions of making it out of the arena this time. At least, not alive. I wonder how my death will affect my family. Prim, my mother... Gale. I'm never going to make it back to Gale. I hope that, after I die, the rebellion succeeds. Revolution through martyrdom. It's a shame I'll never see the results. At least it will be a better place for the ones I love. I want so badly to live in that better place with them and the thought of dying terrifies me, but I see no way around it.

I look around the table, at the people I have just met; the people that I wish I could actually know.

Willow's golden-brown eyes lock with my own. I can tell that she doesn't plan on coming out alive either. I remember, from watching the taping of her Games, that she volunteered for her sister. Two things we have in common.

"Does anyone have any strategies?" Finnick asks. No one answers him.

"I've got one." Says a voice that comes from behind me. I turn my head around and see Enobaria.

"And what would that be?" Finnick asks her.

"Don't get killed." She says with a laugh. She walks back to her table, where she sits with the other Careers. I know I won't mourn her death.

"She's lucky." Willow says. Everyone, including myself, glares at her. "Not for the reason you'd think. Not because she's with the Careers." she adds. "It's her District partner I'm refering to. He can use pretty much every weapon that has been in the arena and he's good at using them. His name is Ciel, and for a Career, he's surprisingly tame. I've watched him."

"Then we can't let him live long enough to use any of the weapons." Finnick says. As horrible as that statement is, I know he's right. Ciel could kill us all. Willow says he's tame, for a Career; but that doesn't mean he won't kill us. Not to mention that 'tame for a Career' has a different definition than just 'tame'.

When lunch is over, we all wait to be called in for our private training session. Beetee is the first to go from our group. Followed by Willow. Eventually, it's only me and Peeta left.

"Are you going to try to kill the Gamemakers again?" Peeta asks me teasingly. I scowl at him.

"I didn't try to kill them" I tell him "Kinda wishing I did now though." I add quietly. Peeta laughs. Seeder walks out and then Peeta's called in and I'm left alone. I go through my plan in my head again and again until I'm called in.

The Gamemakers look angry and they've made an attempt to cover up whatever Peeta did. How am I supposed to get him back to District 12 if he's trying piss off the Gamemakers who could kill him seconds after the Games have started? Well, whatever he did, it can't be worse than what I'm about to do.

I walk over to the knife-throwing section and I throw two knives at the dummy. They land exactly where I want them to. One knife in the heart, one knife in the stomach. I grab a bow and a quiver of arrows. I know I'll only need one arrow though. I shoot an arrow and it lands right where the dummy's eye should be. I dab my fingers in the little bit of berry juice that is left and, on the forehead of the dummy, I write a name.

Coriolanus Snow

Like the last time, I dismiss myself. I am pleased by what I've done. I've shown them what I want to do to their beloved President. Whatever Peeta did couldn't possibly be worse than what I've done. I have basically just told the Gamemakers that I want to violently murder their President. I wonder if it's possible to get a zero in training. It hasn't happened before, but there is always a first for everything. The Gamemakers might make sure I die in the Games, but I never had any intentions of living anyway. My only goal is to make sure Peeta lives.

I take the elevator back up to my floor. I walk into my room and I go in the bathroom to wash the berry juice off of my fingers. I walk in to the Dining Room, where Peeta, Haymitch, Effie, Cinna, and Portia are waiting. I sit down and dinner is served.

"So what happened today?" Effie asks cheerfully.

"I used berry juice to paint a picture of Rue with flowers surrounding her." Peeta tell her. So that's what made the Gamemakers angry. He showed my first act of rebellion.

"And you, Katniss?" she asks me

"I violently murdered the President." I reply as if it's no big deal. Effie's jaw drops and her eyes widen.

"You what?" she gasps

"I threw knives at the dummy, shot an arrow through one of its eyes, and then used the berry juice to write his name on it." I told her. Effie looks like she's about to cry. She gets up and leaves the table. Haymitch groans.

"You realise they're going to make your lives hell in the arena, right?" He says to us.

"Oh, I know," I tell him, "but that was already going to happen. Anything they do in the arena was planned the moment I pulled out those berries." Peeta nods in agreement. We eat the rest of our meal in complete silence.

"Let's look at the training scores." Portia suggests. Peeta and I get up. We walk into the sitting room.

Cinna turns on the T.V. Effie silently joins us. Her eyes are red and puffy. I feel a little bit bad for making Effie cry, but I still don't regret what I did.

The training scores flash before us. I wonder again if we can get zeros. The Capitol always does new things, things that seem impossible.

And I'm right, because Peeta and I both score twelves. We've both made Hunger Games history– and we're both guaranteed targets in the arena.