I watch quietly from my spot on the branch. He picks up the canteen and dumps whatever in inside onto his hand, then into his mouth. Nuts maybe?

But then I notice that it's no regular canteen, attached to the top is a tiny parachute. It must be from a sponsor… But who is admired so much that they are getting things sent to them this early? District 1 probably...

He looks to his right and left before settling on the ground. He sits indian style, fumbling with the rope in his hands, trying to tie some type of knot. I sit there in awe of his ability to twist his hands around until he accomplishes his goal, standing up and beginning to tie it around the tree. His hood is up to hide his face from the rain, but I can tell he is built, and he's been training for a long time. He must be the boy from District 1.

Suddenly, there's a loud clap of thunder. He looks around nervously, probably praying that no one is around him. He probably thinks he's alone.

It was then I realized he was planning on finding shelter in the tree. I slowly and carefully grab the bow and arrow from the branch next to me, "Just you and me buddy." I string it as quietly as I can pull back the bow. Luckily for me, he leans over to grab something from his backpack.

I let go and the arrow shoots forward, hitting him close to his heart but not close enough. He lets out a gasp and slumps forward, groaning in pain.

I leap down from the tree and stand at his side, smiling at my almost impeccable skill. As twisted as it is, I feel incredibly proud of myself. No one thought I was going to make it, everyone thought I was just that little girl from 7 who didn't know anything about surviving in the arena. And now here I am standing over a career-

But then I notice his vest. My eyes fall over the orange collection of letters and numbers embroidered on the left corner. It doesn't say 'District 1' on the back. It says-

My mouth dries up as I realize who I've hit. His thick frame wasn't from spending endless hours training for the games… It was from chopping wood. Wood in Distrcit 7.

He lets out a grunt as he rolls over, his piercing blue eyes shining up at me.

"Johanna?" He says weakly.

I kneel on the ground next to him, "Porter! That was you..." I pull the arrow out as painlessly as I possibly can. "I can't believe I... You... I..." I'm stumbling over my words, barely getting any oxygen to my brain. "I'm so sorry... I saw the axe and..."

"I got it for you, Jo." He says, winching from the pain. "I thought I would find you and give it to you, but it looks like you found me…" He chuckles. It was incredible how he could make light of even the worst situation.

I stroke back his wet hair from his face and rest his head in my lap, "Porter I-"

He cuts me off, "Jo, it's alright. We knew this was bound happen. Only one person wins these games… And it's them." He slowly reaches his shaking hand and points up to the sky. I follow his gaze up to the top of the arena, shielding my eyes from the sharp rain. The only thing I see is the capitol seal projected high above us.

I understand. Once my neighbor was in the games and he end up winning, but when he got back he wasn't the same. He would shake and scream, waking me and my siblings up in the middle of the night. Even the winner of the games is a loser, you can take the person out of the games but you can't take the games out of a person.

"I wanted you to make it Jo. If it came down to it, I would have sacrificed my life for you."

I feel the hot tears run down my face. I shake my head, "Porter I am so sorry… I can't believe it was you. I didn't mean to-"

"Jo… Take the axe. You can win this… You can beat everyone here. I would know, I taught you."

I let out a short laugh, "I don't want to live without you Porter… I can't live without you."

He sighs, "You will have to learn to Jo. You can win this, you have to win it…"

I shake my head, more tears spilling out of my eyes.

"Win this for me."

I can't speak. I just shut my eyes and cry, placing my head on his chest.

"Jo… Please look at me. I just need you to promise me two things."

I stare deeply into his blue eyes, knowing this may be the last time I ever see them. "Anything," I manage to get out.

"First, I want you to win. I know you can because I taught you. I taught you how how to kill and now your going to have to Johanna. Be selfish, be mean, be spiteful. Do what you need to do, stoop to their level and go lower if you have to. These are your games now Jo. You make the rules and make sure everyone knows that. I want you to win this." Tears fall from his eyes and he stares deeply into mine. "You're so much different then that scared little girl I took into the woods a few years ago. You can do this. Kill anyone you come across, girls, boys, it doesn't matter. You go home and you see Moore."

I can't seem to do anything but nod my head.

"And second..." He takes in a deep breath. "I want you to kill me."

I shake my head, "Oh no... Porter no. I am not killing you." My mind shuffles around searching for anything I could say to keep him alive, for him to change his mind. "I have this stuff in my backpack that heals wounds, I could put some in yours and you could be better again..."

He sighs, "Jo ple-"

"Come on Porter, we're in the woods. It's just like old times, we can just pretend we're in the woods again and I have to save you. It's just a little scratch I can patch it up…" I reach into my bag to pull out the canteen of jelly, but he stops me.

"Johanna, if I stay I will just weigh you down. You promised me Jo. It's what I want." That's all he says. I know he won't budge.

I nod, my face contorting as a sob rattles through my body. I lean down, pressing his lips to mine gently, "I love you Porter Wylde. I always will."

"I love you Johanna Mason." He gives me the tiniest smile and for a second, I let my mind wander to all the wonderful times we had together. But I know that he is right. We either both die, or one of us wins. There was no escaping that fate. There was no way the capitol would allow two people to win the hunger games.

That's the problem with Porter. Too smart for his own good, and way to in love with someone as messed up as me. If he hadn't been so concerned with getting me the axe, he wouldn't have even thought about risking his life to get to the cornucopia and then come find me. Everything he did today was for me, and everything I did was for myself. I was so proud of myself for proving to everyone that I was strong, that I killed the only person I loved.

I stand, stringing the arrow and pulling it toward my face. The tears run down my cheeks as I look at his gorgeous features. In that moment I wished that I could be in his place. I wished that I would close my eyes, and when I opened them, Porter would be standing over me about to shoot.

I let the bow go.

And when I open my eyes…. We hadn't switched places. He laid motionless before me, my arrow in the center of his chest. The rain poured down above him, as his shirt stained with blood.

I suddenly feel a wave of nausea but I hold it down. And then the cannon fires. I flinch as suddenly that sounds much louder than before.

I spin around, grab my pack and the axe and run. I didn't want to be anywhere near him, I couldn't stand to see him this was. So I ran until I couldn't anymore, I ran until I heaved next to a tree. I lied on the ground and sobbed, hoping that someone would come and kill me. But no one did…

So I knew I had to keep my second promise.