Peeta's POV

I was happy to have someone like Thresh on my side, especially when I was out here alone. I know he could have easily killed me right then and there when he first found me. I had woken up abruptly, and was still dazed and confused. At the time, it took everything I had not to just bolt from there. But, I was able to resist the temptation.

As we walk through the forest, trying to find the Careers, it grows dark and I feel myself get more tired and tired. And then the Anthem plays, as the District 7 male's face appears. I'm quite shocked he made it this long. When I went with Cato when he went to training, the boy didn't really have much going for him.

After the Anthem, I try to think of all the Tributes that were left. All the other Avox's have died in the fire or fights except the boy from one, Foxface, and me. On the actual Tributes side, Glimmer and Marvel were still alive, and so was Cato and Clove. The District 6 female, District 8 male, Thresh, Rue, Katniss, and Gale. So after the first two days, only ten of us were still alive.

As I lay against a tree, Thresh beside me with a machete in hand, I think about how we haven't even seen the mutation yet. Not that I'm complaining. There must be a lot of stuff going on. But there was only one death. Oh well, I think, I'll think about it in the morning.

It seems like the moment I close my eyes, their on us.

Candy pink birds, pecking painfully at any part of us that they can. I hear Thresh shout out, swinging the machete uselessly at the numerous amount of birds. "I thought they only said ONE mutation!" He yelled as he continued swinging.

"They must have thought that one bird wouldn't do to much damage. Come on, we have to go now!" I yell, taking him by the arm and we're running. Because I'm having to slow down a little for Thresh to keep up, he was strong, but he wasn't the fastest of us, I got numerous more pecks. I swat one who's beak was a little to close to my eyes for nothing.

As we run, I feel my legs start to give out. They've been one of the major targets for the pecking, and I feel like I won't be able to use them again. "Go!" I yelled at Thresh as I feel to the floor, knowing that I'd be hearing my cannon soon before my eyes closed shut for the final time. "Get out of here! What are you waiting for? Go!" I yell and I feel my eyes close, and think how it's even worse that I'm not going to get to hear my own cannon sound my death.

Thresh's POV

As I look at the angel, the nickname I've given my brother-like-friend, I know that I can't leave him. I've seen him run, he is way faster. But he was going slower for me. And it's at that moment the guilt hits me and I'm suddenly running to him, the pecks not even affecting me. I sweep him into my arms, and take off running. The whole time, I try slapping his face to wake him up.

I guess that I know one thing, he's still alive. His Cannon hasn't sounded, and the birds are still targeting him. I have Peeta, carrying him like a bride, in one hand and I'm swatting the birds with my machete with my other. As I run as fast as I can, my dedication to get this boy out doubles. He is probably the only Tribute I know who'd do what he just did for me, and now I owe him.

Finally, we break through the tree line and I see the place that I was running from. The Cornucopia! The Careers were all at the supplies, looks like picking weapons for a hunt, and I yell, "Help!"

The turn to me suddenly, Glimmer with a bow and arrow. I've seen her shoot, I don't have much to worry about when she has that weapon. Then their eyes travel down, and the Fox like girls eyes fill with rage and Cato lets out a tremendous roar as he comes charging at me. It's only till right before he crashes onto me that I realize the mutts hadn't followed us into the clearing and what this surely looks like.

Peeta falls from my arms as Cato tackles me, and I'm worried about what the fall might have down to him. As Cato pushes me to the ground, I easily overpower him and switch so I'm on top of him. I get off quickly, however, so that I don't have my back turned to the rest of them who were running towards us.

"You will pay!" Cato yells at me, and I see movement out of the corner of my eye. And then, Peeta rises.

"N-no. It's not his fault. Mutts…" Peeta says, barely able to stand. And even when he does, he's shaking.

"Peeta? Oh god, I thought you were dead and we just didn't hear the cannon or something!" Cato says as he rushes over to Peeta and embraces him, and all I can think is that this wasn't something a Avox and their Tribute would be doing.

This was something lovers would be doing.

Cato's POV

When the man, not boy or male, because let's face it he was a man, had ran into the clearing with Peeta unconscious in his arms, I had went crazy. The sight of Peeta so innocent and dead in the towering boy's arms had been to much.

Why would he kill him? Didn't he see Peeta's innocence? How could you kill someone with that much innocence? But I know. It's the Games, and their can only be one Victor. And I'm going to make sure that it's Peeta. No one will get the pleasure of killing him, Tribute or Capital.

After a short fight between me and the District 11 man, Thresh I think his name is, Peeta had gotten up. He's talking, and I feel so stupid for forgetting all about the mutts. Now that I look closer, it looks like all his injuries were to small to be made by the towering District 11 man. I get out of the crouch I was in, and hurry over to Peeta and embrace him. My sweet, innocent Avox, back in my arms. "What happened?" I asked and I see him shiver.

"These…pink birds. They came out of nowhere right when me and Thresh were going to go to sleep. I couldn't escape fast enough, and my legs was their main targets." Peeta said.

But something doesn't make since. Peeta is the fastest out of all of us.

And then it hits me.

He was trying to keep Thresh with him. He had been hurt, because the dark skinned boy couldn't keep up. Growling, I sweep Peeta off his feet and take him to the fire that we've set up. He's freezing, although with the adrenaline going through him I doubt he notices, and he needs medical care. When I set him down, Glimmer is immediately trying to sooth him back to health. She was the mother of our group, and she was a excellent medic surprisingly. She was proving to be actually pretty useful.

I get up and turn towards Thresh with a glare on my face. "He got hurt because of you. Because you couldn't keep up with him. I hope you realize I won't let this go unpunished." I say as I get my sword back out.
"N-no! Cato don't!" I hear Peeta yell at me and I see Foxface turn his head another way as I raise my sword up. "He could have killed me! But he didn't. When he first found me, after the fire, I was asleep! And just a second ago, I was in his arms unconscious. He saved me Cato! I owe him!" I stop at Peeta's words, and I curse under my breath. Leave it to Peeta to feel as if he owed this man. "And, he's useful! I told him we could use him. Think about it Cato, there are only a handful of Tributes left. We should go after the others, and then we can go after each other."

Peeta's words annoy me a little, because of how logical they are. If it keeps up, in a couple of days I'll have to protect Peeta from the other Careers. I don't want to have to split the pack up early and have to deal with both the Careers, Thresh, and all of the other Tributes.

Suddenly, a arrow pierces through the air. And it seemed to happen in slow motion.

Foxface's POV

I sit next to Peeta, listening to his rant. Immediately, I feel in debt to Thresh. He had saved my best friend. And what would I do without Peeta? And then, there's a stabbing pain in my back. I gasp, blood shooting onto Peeta's face, and lurch forward onto the ground.

I look down, and see a arrowhead peaking out of my stomach. No, not stomach. Chest. It's then that I know.

I'm going to die.

The thought terrifies me. I don't want to die! I don't want to be with anywhere else but with Clove! I hear Clove shout my name and hurry up to me, and see that she is crying. Oh Clove, I'll watch you from heaven…

"No, no, no. This isn't real." She's in denial. Poor Clove. "You can't die! I was going to take you to District 2! We were going to go on our first date! And then you was going to get a sperm donor and we would have a beautiful boy or girl!" She cried and I, shakily, bring my hand up to caress her cheek. I smile at her, and I can tell by the grimace that it's probably week and bloody.

"Clove, it's been fun…promse…that you'll try to survive for me. Don't…do anything stupid. I'll watch you from…heaven. Or hell…wherever I'm going…" I say, and I think about the best day of my life.

It's been two days since the Tributes have gotten to the Capitol, and Foxface was annoyed at her Tribute. Clove was always ranting about something being wrong, and it was starting to get really annoying. Was she on her period or something? If so, she chose the wrong time to start cycling.

"Foxy?" I turn to her, the nickname she gave me making me mildly irritated. However, my irritation is taken over by a new sensation as Clove leans over and kisses me.

Her hands were on my hips, and mine where threading through her hair which was tied down. And then….

Then…

Blackness.

End of Chapter

I'm….actually pretty sad. I've actually grown attachted to Foxface throughout this story, and killing her off sucked! However, this is the Games. And not everyone gets a happy ending. Please review, and tell me your love for my story! Hehe also, I'll still take prompts even though it'll take a while for them be written. Remember, I'm going on a 1 or 2 week vacation soon!

Thanks!