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Katniss P.O.V

I can feel the anger rise inside me. How can he say that? He has to be lying.

First, he tries to become friends with me, and then he betrays me. Now he says he loves me?! This boy knows nothing. I look up and see I have made my way over to the elevator.

Peeta P.O.V (First for this story?)

All I say, it's the truth. Well, at least how I feel about her. I just hope that these games don't change me because even if I'm in these games, it doesn't mean it's the end. It's not like we have anything. But, I do want to have a chance with her. Ever since that day in kindergarten. But, even I know, the only conversation I ever had with her, is long gone from her memory.

I just hope she believes the words I spoke tonight.

I walked off the stage thinking these words. When I look up, I see that in the elevator is Katniss. Her face blank, no emotions visible, but her fists say otherwise. I finally remember something that should have me more scared than Katniss hating me, while I'm entering the elevator.

The Games are tomorrow.

Haymitch P.O.V

That boy has more feelings than I have ever seen in that girl. She doesn't know how much the boy would risk just for her love. But his love must have boundaries. If her father finds out about this, he might just start his own version of these games. All for that boy.

Only I should know what he is. And only I should know what she is. It only complicates things even more. I told that boy not to proclaim his love her today. He didn't listen.

Effie, she can sense things. I think she's suspicious of everyone. Yet, I'm the one she thinks would know nothing. "Always drunk" She says. How would a drunken man know anything? This year, the games have been enhanced by a hundred percent.

I feel like they will have to watch what they say, what they do. It can start a rebellion, millions could get killed. But no, I shouldn't be thinking like this, I need to focus, help these kids. All to hope nothing wrong happens.

I can see the girl coming up in one elevator. She gets out and hides around the corner. Then I see the boy. He's looking at his shoes; he's not expecting her to return his feelings.

She walks out briskly and pins him to the wall. "You had no right to say those things about me." He's upset and scared, you can tell. His eyes are wide open and glistening. He looks like he's about to cry, the girl of his dreams hates him.

"I-I..." The tears are ready to fall. Gah, I don't want any of them getting hurt before the games even start. I have to help them both. Here and in the Games.

Katniss P.O.V

"You had no right to say those things about me." I can feel the steam coming out of my ears.

"I-I..." I don't let him finish.

"You-"

"Stop it! You're hurting him!"

"I should."

"No, you shouldn't!" Haymitch doesn't know anything.

"He's right Katniss, you can't hurt Peeta, and the Hunger Games start tomorrow." Effie?!

"Besides, he doesn't deserve you hurting him." Cinna?! Has everyone decided to go against me?

"Think of it this way sweetheart. Your interview was nothing. Now because of the proclamation of his love for you, people will want to sponsor you and him."

"Why would they want to do that?!" I can still feel the steam coming out of my ears. My face red as a tomato.

"Because they love a good love story think about it 'The Star Crossed Lovers of District Twelve." I don't like the sound of that.

"But were not star crossed lovers."

"They don't know that."

"He made me look weak."

"Weak? He made you look desirable. Something you're not, you're as cuddly as a shark." I let go of Peeta. Then I look at his face.

He stayed quiet the whole time. He didn't fight back once. When I look at his eye's I see a little boy. Afraid, but defiant and wise. I shouldn't have done this to him. I look down at my feet, backing away. But I see his hands, there all bloody. I feel worse. I can't believe I did that. I want to apologize, let him forgive me, but I don't think he's going to talk to me now. Shards are visible; I look behind him and see that I pushed him into a vase.

"I-I'm sorry Peeta. I-I didn't know there was a vase there. I-I didn't mean to hurt you." I still have to act; it's a part of the job...for now.

He only gives me a slight nod. Portia runs over and grabs Peeta's hands and drags him toward the kitchen. Probably to get his hands cleaned.

I shouldn't feel bad, should I? I don't want to know, or hear anything else from them, so I walk back to my room. Hoping that, even though he betrayed me, I haven't lost a friend.

Peeta P.O.V

My heart is broken. I knew, NO YOU DIDN'T, Shut up conscience. I knew I shouldn't have said that I loved her. NO YOU DIDN'T. HAYMITCH TOLD YOU NOT TO. So? I thought this would have been a good Idea, so to speak. Say my feelings and help her gain sponsors. Two birds with one stone. But all I did was make her hate me.

Now I'm in the Kitchen, Portia cleaning my hands. Sadly, Portia has chosen now, to tell me her thoughts on Katniss.

"She's just such a, I'm not even going to say it."

"Portia she not-"

"But she is, throwing you against a vase. Cutting your hands. She doesn't deserve you."

"But I love her. I always will."

"She doesn't deserve you, but I do."

"Whoa, ah you're old. And I love Katniss."

"Cinna and I are sixteen just like you two. Peeta you and I, we can be together."

"No, I'm sorry Portia, but I love Katniss." I stand up, more like run away, when I reach the door I head toward my room.

I know what I have to do in those Games. I have chosen and now I walk it through.

Katniss P.O.V.

"Alright good job everyone." I'm in the secret room, with the rest of my team. Rue, Max and Rina.

"So, tomorrow, when the podium rises, look for me. I will look at our surroundings and motion to wear we will head."

"What do we do when the gong sounds?" Rina, short for Katarina by the way, asks wanting to know the little details.

"You run, but grab whatever is closest to you, weapons and backpacks. Just don't risk your lives over something stupid." They all nod their heads at me.

"Aright everyone with me in the center it's time for the chant."

"I am not a wimp, I am strong, I am not stupid, I am an Angel of Darkness, I open my wings, I flap my wings, to show that I am not one to give up. Because when faced with danger, I laugh in its face, knowing it cannot defeat me. I am an Angel, an Angel of Darkness." We all say together.

This chant is like a war chant, my ancestors made it. Through every generation we learn this chant. It raises our spirits because with this chant we know one thing we are who we are and we're proud.

I drop everyone off on their floors, and then walk back into my room. Its midnight, but I want to read my book once more before the games.

"Hello, Katniss, nice time to be awake isn't it?" Nice, now it's sarcastic too.

"Perfect time."

"I just wanted to tell you Katniss, it's not time yet. You can't tell them about who you are, not yet."

"If not now, then when?"

"You'll find that out on your own."

"Alright, is that all?"

"Hey, you're the one who opened the book, and no, this book will shrink tomorrow morning. Grab it and take it with you. It's something you are allowed in the games, along with your mockingjay pin of course."

"Alright, thanks, for your help. Will you ever tell me who you are?"

"Well, that's something for you to figure out, but I will give you a clue. During these games I will be watching over you, and I'm also genetically close to you. That is all, good night Katniss."

"Wait-" The glowing is gone. I'm on my own, I can do this, I was raised in District Twelve and the woods. I know about starving, I know about bows and arrows. I can win.

I will win.

I wake up with a jolt. The sound of Effie's heels clicking away seems like she was here to wake me up.

The Hunger Games are today.

My prep team burst's in through the door. Flavius, Octavia and Venia are all seldom. They look at me with sad eyes.

"You'll do great Katniss." Their lying though I hear them mumble 'I think she'll get killed in the bloodbath you?' 'I think she'll get killed by that boy from District One.'

They think I'm going to lose, but they're wrong. I am going to win.

My prep team finishes combing my hair, put me in some black pants and tee-shirt. They walk with me until I get to the door, toward the hover. There, they stand looking down at their feet. I never told them who I was, and I'm not planning too.

Haymitch stands next to the hover, looking straight at me.

"Look sweetheart, I'm not going to lie to you, that boy, he'll do anything to get you home."

"You're wrong; he's been lying to you the whole time."

"Look, I don't have time for your incompetence, when you're in the arena ditch the cornucopia, run away, and find water."

I don't want to listen to him; I turn and face the hover. A rope ladder falls down and I grab hold of it. An electric current ripples through me, stunning me so that I cannot move. The ladder starts to retract, when it reaches the top, the attendants pull me in. The electricity runs out of my body.

They sit me down on one of the many seats. In front of me, the rest of the tributes are sitting randomly. There were many more attendants holding some type of needle. One of them comes to me.

"What are those?"

"It's a tracker, so that we can follow you inside the arena."

"Oh." The needle penetrates my shoulder skin. It was fast, but I felt some pain.

I try not to look around. I don't want people to assume I'm a threat of any kind. Though my eleven might make that impossible by now.

When the hover lands they don't let any of us engage in interaction with each other. They rush us to separate rooms. Cinna is already there.

He says nothing, but pins a number twelve to a jacket and makes me wear it. He looks at his feet while gently pushing me toward the clear tube.

"Good luck in there Katniss."

"Thanks Cinna, I will be back."

"I know, if they'd let me bet, I would have bet on you."

"Thanks."

"Oh and here" He pulls out the mockingjay pin and my book.

"I had almost forgotten about that." He hands them to me. I put on the pin, shrink the book and hide it in my pockets.

I turn my back on him and enter the tube. I look at my feet as it rises and suddenly it's brighter.

When I look up I see trees, many trees, a grain field and a river. In the middle of it all, the cornucopia.

"Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to the 74th Hunger Games!" And the countdown begins.

"30" Look around, see your weapons.

"20" A bow, they want to draw me out. 'Run' my conscious screams. I look around, I see Peeta.

"10" He looks at where I was previously looking and spots the bow. 'No, No' he motions with his head.

"8…7…6…5…4…3…2…."

Let the Games Begin.

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