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~Peeta's POV~

I decide to make camp here in the marshy area, it was as good a spot as any. It was quiet, and I had a nice water source. I was also fairly certain that I was on opposite ends of the arena as the careers, though I've never been good with directions and for all I know I made a giant U and ended up straight back in their path. That would be just my luck. I shake my head deciding not to worry about it, because at the moment there weren't any tributes around.

I refill my water bottle for the third time, and put the right amount of drops of iodine into it as I wait impatiently for it to purify. In this sweltering heat it didn't take long to grow thirsty. As the water purifies I work on a disguise, it would've been useful if the water had been near a bushy area. I did have the mud to work with though.

~Katniss's POV~

I walk back into the gamemakers room after eating lunch with Haymitch and look over the gamemakers suspiciously. There was excitement on their faces and Seneca was giving them orders.

"Can you give me a tree right there?" Seneca turns to one of the guys who's name I learned is Lucifer. I don't dare look at the screens afraid of what I'll see. Instead I look directly at Seneca.

"What's going on?" I demand. When he doesn't answer, I assume it's because he's ignoring me, but he might not have heard me based off of all the concentration. My eyes narrow looking down at the map, and when I notice the number twelve moving quickly across the map I feel my stomach drop. I raise my eyes to the screen slowly afraid to see what I already know. I watch as Peeta runs from a massive forest fire, driving him towards the other tributes. I act on impulse.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" I jump over the railing landing with a loud thud as my feet hit the floor.

"Katniss, not now." Seneca hisses at me. I glance around at the gamemakers helplessly.

"Stop! Are you trying to fry his ass!?" My voice raises in anger and I have all the gamemakers staring at me in bewilderment.

"Katniss. Stop." Seneca warns in a harsh voice. I open my mouth to continue yelling when I notice his eyes flicker to the door in warning. My words are hanging on my tongue as I spin to find my father standing at the door. Quickly my words die on my lips. Shit, is all I'm able to think.

~Peeta's POV~

I can feel my lungs filling with the heavy smoke as I continue to run from the fire. The world is ablaze with bright orange, and a searing heat that the sun couldn't compete with. I yank my shirt over my mouth as I start coughing, it offers a thin veil of protection, but I've already inhaled a fair amount of the toxins. I must've been a far distance from any tributes and the gamemakers must be driving me towards them.

The thought brings me up short and I almost stop dead in my tracks, but a more sensible part of me knows to keep going. I knew Katniss wasn't up to this, but couldn't she stop it or at least give me a break? Then it hits me, they can't make it look like they're helping me win because if I win without injury, or work, or blood on my hands everyone will know.

I have to stop when the retching starts. All the water, and what little food I've had in the arena comes up, along with some bile which leaves a burning sensation in my throat. Once my body has stopped heaving I jump to my feet and continue running trying to ignore the burning sensation in my throat.

~Katniss's POV~

"Father..." I gasp praying he hadn't seen any of that, but by his expression he had. He motions his index finger indication for me to come back up and away from the gamemakers. Seneca pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration at me. I really needed to work on this acting on impulse thing.

"Katniss, why were you reacting that way?" His voice is calm and smooth, his face an expressionless mask. I try to compose my face to be expressionless as well but it doesn't work as well.

"Because, I just didn't think it was the right way to - to go about moving him." I stumble over my words. I was a horrid liar, and that was clear. He gives a nod, completely unconvinced.

"Then how should they have done it? A pack of wild dogs?" I press my lips together and fight the strong urge to glare at him.

"No. It just didn't seem...fair." I say stupidly.

"Watch yourself, Katniss or the next time you wake up, it'll be in that arena." With that he turns and leaves the room. I sink to the floor his words running through my mind. He couldn't do that! Could he? Why would he want to anyways? I was his daughter, but clearly that means nothing. Not that him being my father ever meant anything to me. I place my hands over my face and try to compose myself. I need to watch myself from now on.

~Peeta's POV~

I reach the lake and the fire stops pursuing me. I stop at the edge of the lake taking a deep breath only to inhale more of the toxins. I sigh and sink to my knees and begin splashing my face with water. I needed to find a place to go where the air was clean, but I knew if I went straight I'd be walking straight into the arms of the careers. That was not something I wanted.

I don't hear the foot steps at first, but when the yelling starts I look up to see the careers have found me. I could try to team up with them, but based on their conversation that was not a welcome thought, and would ultimately get me a knife in the back while I'm sleeping. So, instead I bolt to my feet and run towards the woods again. The air was still heavy with smoke, but the fire was gone.

"Follow him!"

"Don't let him get away!"

"He's mine! I call him!"

"Not if I get him first!"

"Woo!"

As I run their arguing over who gets to kill me, and yells of joy jumble together clouding my mind. I shake my head and continue running. My only option was a tree, or I could continue running and hope they tire before me. in my condition with no food or water in me, and lungs heavy with smoke I was certain I'd be the first to tire. So, I find a tree and scale it. I wasn't exactly a quick climber, seeing as I had never had to climb a tree before but I had a good enough lead on them.

My feet and hands clumsily look for grips on the tree as I pull myself higher. As I get higher, the voices get closer. I only had about a few seconds before the careers arrived. I look down when the voices are below and am glad to see I'm at least twenty feet about them. I look up to see the limbs of the tree getting thinner and automatically know it's not good for me to go any higher.

I look down thankful for my weight loss in the arena, I still had a lot of my muscle but with the lack of food I was precariously less then I did while training, unlike the careers which meant the probably couldn't reach me. Though their knives, and swords probably could. I look down at them hopelessly trapped in a tree, stuck in a position I had no idea how to get out of. I could only pray that Katniss and Seneca could somehow drive them away.

Just wanted to let you all know, I have a new fanfic going now as well (doesn't mean this will be getting updated any less) called Tenderest Touch. It's Everlark, so if you're interested check it out. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!