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Chapter 10
We have sixty seconds- that's how long we have to stand on our plates, and so I take this time to look around. I see the Cornucopia, things of great value in the heart of it and then things of lesser value closer to the plates. To my right is a lake and to my left are pine trees. Then something catches my eye. It's a silver bow with a sheath full of arrows and I know that is mine. I will be able to use it to protect Peeta. Peeta! Where's Peeta? I turn my wildly and breathe out a breath I didn't know I was holding when I see him. He's five plates to my right. He sees my eyeing the bow and shakes his head; his eyes wide like a trapped animal. I mouth the words- 'Wait for me' and face the bow again.
I stepped into Peeta's room and bury my face in his warm arms. I repeat the words 'I love you' over and over again to him and he strokes my hair. We sit down on his bed and I lean in. The kisses are warm and gentle and make me want more and so I go ahead. He peppers kisses on me and then he looks me straight in the eye. "Katniss, I know what Haymitch said, and this may sound selfish, but when I take my last breath, I want to be in your arms, knowing you won," he says quietly. "Peeta, no, but you're right. I need to be with you in the arena, the whole time," I say while kissing his forehead. He sits up straighter and speaks with a little more force. "Okay, when the gong sounds, you run to my plate because you are faster, and then we take off, okay?" he asks. I nod. "But what if we want something from the Cornucopia?" I ask. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Remember what Haymitch said? It's a bloodbath there. There's no way we will be able to get something and survive." I shake my head. "We won't survive if we don't get something!" I say, getting a little bit angry. "NO." "Peeta! We have to," I say, really mad now. He sighs again and touches my shoulder. "I don't want to spend my last peaceful moments with you fighting," he says timidly. "I'm sorry," I say, my anger draining out. "We'll figure it out there, yeah?" he asks. I nod and kiss him again. We lie down and fall asleep, comforting each other.
And then while I'm contemplating about this, I've missed my chance! I've missed it. The gong rings out and me, disoriented, run straight forward as fast as I can. A boy from District 9 grabs it and the pack at the same time I do but then I see a knife go through his back and I see Peeta behind him, with a bloody knife, screaming, "Come on!" We make out for the woods as fast as we can. For the next few hours, we alternate between jogging and walking to keep from getting caught. "What's in the pack?" Peeta asks, after we put a good distance between everyone else. I shrug my shoulders and look at him. "Thanks for what you did back there," I say. "Anything for my girl on fire," he says, but looks a little disheartened. "What's wrong?" I ask quietly. "Katniss, look what I did. I killed a boy. I'm a piece in these games now," he says, frowning. "Everyone is and everyone will eventually have to Peeta. This is the Hunger Games," I say rubbing his back. I give him a short kiss and I can just imagine the crowd in the Capitol. He gives me a small smile and we start jogging again. In late afternoon we begin to hear the cannons and I grab Peeta's arm and we stop at the end of the valley. I count the shots and look at Peeta and he grimaces. "Eleven down, thirteen left," he says shortly and I nod. I know he still feels horrible. We sit down and decide to look through the pack, which we will have to do anyway before night falls. I wonder how we will survive this.
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