Hey I'm back! (For the next couple days) I have been really busy with cross country, but now it's over. BUT basketball starts next week so it will be hard to find more time to write. I will try to get another chapter in soon. So thanks for reading those who still are there.

I lay there for a second before coming to my senses and bolting up. I tumble out of my sleeping bag. I quickly stand up, grabbing my bag. Peeta and Gwendolyn have already taken off running through the forest and I hastily follow them tripping on my bag once before throwing it over my shoulder and running.

As I run I have a strange sensation of déjà vu. I automatically know why. This is just like my dream. And just like in the arena. Gale and I catch up to Peeta and Gwen swiftly and we keep running as fast as we can, through the woods, dodging underbrush.

The air is soon filled with smoke and we're all coughing. I risk a look behind me. The inferno is following quickly. I face forward again. I yank my shirt over my mouth and nose and advise my friends to do the same. They do.

Suddenly the ground starts to shake. A giant tower of flames shoots out of the ground, narrowly missing Gwen. She screams, jumping back. Before anyone else can react, more of the odd fire configurations are blazing out of the earth.

This is new, I think wryly to myself.

The four of us start to panic. We sprint as fast as we can away from the conflagration, barely missing the fires from inside the ground.

For how long we run, I do not know. After awhile the flames slow down and then completely disappear. I don't have any idea where it goes, but it just evaporates. This fact makes me think the Capitol has something to do with this.

We keep running just enough to get away from where the fire was. We find a clearing and catch our breath. I place my hands on my knees, gasping for air. I pull my water bottle from my bag and take a long, deep drink from it. I savor every bit of it.

"How about we rest?" Gale asks his voice hoarse from the ash. Peeta, Gwendolyn, and I all agree. Peeta decides to keep watch, just in case of some dangerous animals or another man-made inferno trying to wipe out our group because of some berries.

I lay down on my back looking up at the moon. It is at its waxing stage. A day or two and it would be full, a moon associated with the mother goddess. I begin to think about my own mother, and about Prim.

I miss them so much.

I know everyone is sleeping except Peeta and me. I wonder if he misses his family. I don't try to stay awake the entire time of Peeta's watch but I do. After awhile I get tired of laying there so I tell Peeta that he can go to bed. He obediently lies down, and I rest my back against a tree.

I sit there silently. I listen intently to the forest. All the sounds that once were so familiar to me are now foreign. Another thing the games stole from me.

I yawn, stretching my arms outwards. I realize then how tired I am. My eyelids are heavy and I feel them sliding shut. I know I should arouse someone to take the next my place. But I don't want to wake them.

And besides, I think, a couple minutes won't kill anybody, right? This isn't the games; nobody is out to get me in the woods. So I give into sleep.

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I feel the sun beating down on me. I stir before reluctantly opening my eyes. The sun is very bright and I have to squint until my eyes adjust. It's daybreak and I'm the only one awake. I breathe in the air, feeling relaxed.

I register a slight pain in my back. My backside feels stiff unlike what any tree has ever done to me. I turn around to see my ache's initiator. The object shines in the light and it takes me a moment to focus in on it.

I emit some sort of mix between a scream and a gasp. I recognize the object, I recognize it too well. The cornucopia! I scramble backwards from it as if this will make it disappear.

But it doesn't. It gleams sitting there with no attention of moving. How did it get here in the middle of the forest?!

I then realize it hadn't moved at all. I am in arena. The lake is to my right and the forest is all around. It is a hundred times worse than it was ever in my dreams.

I crawl over to Peeta, who is still sleeping on the ground with Gale and Gwen. I shake him awake, taking no time to be gentle.

"Peeta," I hiss. I'm hoping if I wake him up this will become a dream, but I know this will not happen. But I have to hope.

Peeta groans and rolls on his back, stretching. "What is it Katniss?"

I don't speak, I just point. He notices my silence and opens his eyes. Then his eyes land on the cornucopia. He freezes and sits up. He carefully pulls me back against him and scoots us away from it, obviously having the same idea I had.

I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out, so I shut it. Gale and Gwen are starting to wake up and of course they notice the cornucopia. Their eyes widen with shock and they join Peeta and me.

Then a voice booms around the arena, "Welcome, four rebels of Panem, to the 74 ½ Hunger Games."

I recognize the voice. Claudius Templesmith. I hear Gwen cry out, but it is nothing but background noise. I am too busy concentrating on the loud speaker.

"The rules to this Hunger Games are simple, but different. You shall not kill each other. There will be other… creations in the forest to do that for you. All you need to do is survive. But good luck. And may the odds be ever in your favor."

Claudius Templesmith's voice cuts off and there is nothing but silence. We look at each other before I speak up.

"We should probably pack up our stuff," I say. I surprise myself by talking, but when I did my voice had trembled. Who could blame me? This is nothing but a nightmare, but a hundred times worse. I'm kidding myself. This is a trillion times worse.

Everyone including me stands up and pick up our things, quietly. Once everything is taken care of I hear a howl. Like a mutation howl.

"Run!" Gale shouts and the four of us take off running into the woods, the opposite direction of the howl. We run deep into the forest, but the howling keeps getting closer. We whip past bushes and trees and other landmarks I recognize, but I ignore them. I can hear that the mutts are close behind us.

"The trees!" I yell and we quickly climb up climb up three trees, Gwen and me in one, and Peeta and Gale in two separate trees. I am the last one up and soon as I am in the safety of the branches, mutts break through the bushes.

The mutts spot us in the trees and jump at us, trying to reach us. Lucky for us, they weren't built for climbing. At least that was what I thought until they actually started climbing. Their claws suddenly became longer and curved inwards. The mutts dug their nails into the tree and began to rise to the top of the trunk.

I shoot one mutt down with my arrow. It falls limply to the ground. I focus on my prey at the bottom of my tree. It is vaguely recognizable, but I can't place it. But then it hits me like a ton of bricks. I know that mutt. Clove. I could tell by the sandy colored coat and the piercing, but now vacant eyes.

A cannon fires off. I hurriedly look around at my companions, expecting one of them to fall out of a tree dead. But luckily they don't. They are all alive and shooting at the mutts, flinging knives and anything else they can find. It dawns on me that the cannon shot off because I killed Clove.

I also realize that not every tribute is here, only the ones who had a big impact on Peeta and me in the games.

Cannons go off, and I don't notice this but there is only one mutt left. It sees my distraction and leaps at my foot. It digs its teeth deep into my calf. I groan in agony and want nothing more than the pain to go away.

And it does. Gale's arrow pierces its neck and the mutt falls. Out of anger and pain I launch an arrow at the mutt that bit me. It hits the mutt right in the eye. Then a cannon goes off. I know I had killed that mutt. I jump to the ground to examine it. What I see brings tears to my eyes.

Peeta's worried voice comes from right next to me. "Katniss are you okay? How is your leg?"

He bends over to check on it, but I just brush him off.

"My leg's fine," I insist. He gives me a look.

"Then what's wr…" he breaks off when he sees the mutt. Tears stream down my face. Peeta's face suddenly loses any happiness it might have had because of our victory over the mutts.

I cry harder and harder; and Gwen comes over to me and puts her arm around me. But that doesn't help me any. How could it now that I know what I have done?

I have killed Rue.

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