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"I'm not going to kill you," he tells me. "But you better watch out." What he actually means is that he's not going to kill me … yet. He clearly has no intention of spearing my life, whatsoever.

He takes a step forward and looks at me, straight into the eyes. "You should watch your ass," I replicate. There is one thing I hate and it is threat. I have never been good with this. I always knew I was under the threat of dying because I was Finnick's daughter and because he supported the rebellion. I have always known it and … see where I am now. In the arena, willing to kill whoever will cross my path—if it's to slow me down—to achieve my ultimate goal: the Mellark—or Everdeen, I don't know—kids. "I'm quite good at throwing knifes."

He smiles a little, but it isn't because he thinks I am funny. It's only because he now sees me as a challenge. He'll know I'm not going to let him just kill me without doing anything. I'll fight back. "You know the Capitol won't like it. Us being all allies." Allies. What is he talking about? We clearly are not allies. What is going on between us isn't an alliance, it's … I couldn't even tell what it is because I have no clue what's going on in this boy's mind.

"I am very much aware of that. But they all know that in the end, there's no alliance," I say. It's what they love the most. Seeing alliances. Because in the end, when the alliance is the only one standing, they have to see people that were once "friends" turning on each other in order to win.

He nods. "You better run, before I change my mind."

I nod, too, and the second after that, I'm gone. Now, I'm on my own. I need to look for Liam or to find some place where I can rest, because my leg is still killing me. I can't help but think about what the boy has said. It felt like he was trying to give me a message, which I didn't get. But, I mean, no one actually lets you go. No one lets you go alive. It doesn't make any sense. And I don't buy the Silver thing. He can't owe her that much. I mean, the girl just saved his life and, the Games are basically about backstabbing people. You don't care if someone saved your ass. You just want to get out alive. There's something wrong about it and I just can't get what.

I don't know for how long I've been walking—surprisingly long, although. I've been trying to get as far as possible from Silver and the boy. He hasn't even told me his name. Not that it actually matters. It's been not even a day I'm here and things are just so messy.

I suddenly look up. It's silence. Not a noise. I quickly look all around me. Nothing. I take out my knife, deciding that a little protection cannot hurt … unless someone attacks me. I'm feeling watched. Like someone's hiding and watching me. It freaks me out. I hate being watched, I hate the feeling I get whenever I think someone is spying on me. It's even worse now that I know I've got no where to run to and that I can't really hide. There's no house around. There are trees, though, where I shall probably spend the rest of the night. I hear a noise at my left and turn around, holding on to the knife so tightly. I make so much noise when I walk, it's unbelievable. I try not to, but I don't move as lightly as Silver, or anyone else I know. Weakness. Another one. I'm making way too much noise. I'll be easy to follow. Easy to kill with my wounded leg. Why the hell did I get out of the house? Why the heck did I get so far away? Could have stopped by a house. But of course, I didn't do it. Because I always make the wrong decision. It doesn't matter. I'm losing my focus, and I'm feeling sleepy. What's happening? Another joke from the Capitol? Then, out of no where, comes an arrow, inches from my face—but still, too close—as fast as lightning. I barely have time to start running that I'm falling on the ground and someone's already on top of me. Whoever it is, I don't have time to try to recognize him—or her. I've dropped my knife and it's too far, I can't reach it. The person on top of me has taken her—or his—own knife out and I'm pulling her—or his—hand away. It's probably a boy, because his hair is short—but still, a girl can shave her hair. He's strong—which makes me think it would most likely be a boy. He kicks my ribs a couple of time. I try to kick him with my legs but it's pretty useless. Now Silver's not here to save you, dumb ass! I keep telling myself to shut up, while I'm trying to get rid of the guy. But he really got me stuck between his legs—no sexual thoughts on this—and I can't escape. For now, I still keep his knife away from my face or my heart or anything else that could hurt, but I won't be able to resist for a long time. I have to do something even if it's the dumbest thing I'll ever do. It feels like I cannot think, I cannot see anything, but the knife, pointed at my face, threatening to open up my neck. Suddenly, I try to get up. I knew it'd fail, but the guy has lost control of his knife, surprised by my movement. He struggles a little to grab it and while he does, he's not focused on me. It's not or never, I tell myself and I don't waste anymore time thinking, I just go. I take his hand and try to drive the knife through his heart. He's falling on the ground, which allows me to get up and now I'm on top of him. I don't know how I've done it, but I have. And now, now that he's on the ground and defenseless—well almost because he's still holding the knife—I recognize him and surprise paralyzes me, wondering what he's doing, wondering if I will make a mistake by spearing him or if I will by killing him. I stop trying to kill him, deciding that I will not do it and I get up. But if I have recognized him, he hasn't and I still wonder why. So, when I get up, he takes his chance and just throws the knife at me. I see it flying in the air and I yell when it easily goes right into my ribs. Pain's cold. I fall to the ground, again. I'm feeling weak. I should be able to get up and take if off and walk away. But I can't. I cannot. It just feels like time has stopped, Earth has stopped moving and that there is only me, and this feeling of cold, overcoming my entire body.

And then, I hear him apologizing, confused, scared, fearfulness. "Oh, my gosh, I hadn't recognized you! Are you okay?" he asks, panicked when he finally realizes his mistake.

I push him away, get up and turn around. I close my eyes for a second and put my hands around the knife. I need to get it out of there. But if I do it, I may die because I'll have no blood left. I don't know what to do. I can't see clearly. It feels exactly like the first time. I trip on a rock and fall again on the ground. I scream again. Hands reach my waist and someone lifts me up. "You'll be all right," he murmurs in my ear. I want to believe him so badly, but already, I have hard time trying to focus. But I fight with all that's left of strength inside of me to stay awake. I know I'll eventually lose the fight, but I can't give up. Not now. My eyes won't stay open even if I put all my efforts in it. I finally stop holding on and decide to trust the one person I know I shouldn't be trusting.

I think I'm dreaming. I'm not sure. Silver's there. So is my mother. And so is my father. Because my father's there, I'm wondering if that means we're all dead. I can't move. It's like my feet are stuck on the ground. "You can try as hard as you want," my mother says. "You won't move."

"Mom, what's happening?" I ask her.

Her voice is calm and her eyes are shining, like they never have before. She's holding my dad's hand and he's looking at her like she's the only one he can see.

"Am I dead?" I ask again, since no one is paying attention to me.

None of them is looking at me. It's so frustrating. I can't hold that anger anymore and I start yelling at them, but they don't look at me. It's like they don't hear me—or they don't want to, I can't tell. What is wrong with them? Or is it me? I don't know what to think anymore. Is it another mind trick from the Capitol? Am I hallucinating? That could be an option because there's no way my mom is in the same room than my dad. And Silver. What is she doing here? Her eyes cross mine and they lock. She walks toward me. "Are you dead?" I ask her.

"I'm not dead. Not that I know," she answers. "But you'll be if he doesn't find something to help you."

"He? Who's he?" I say.

"I thought you would've known by now," she laughs. She doesn't answer to my questions and she leaves. Just like a ghost or what I suppose would look like a ghost.

"Don't be scared," my mother suddenly says. "You're safe here."

"Safe? She just told me I'm dying!" I reply. And I can't forget what I saw in the house, when I was asleep. I can't forget how my mother was, being beaten up to death. I can't forget what the guy told me, that Silver would betray me. Did she just betray me? Is it why I'm dying?

She smiles—don't know how she can actually be smiling knowing that I'll die. "You won't, honey. I've made sure you don't die."

I frown. How did she do it? There's no way she paid someone to, we have no money. Well, we had what was left of Finnick's inheritance from the Capitol but that has flown away long time ago. Now, we have nothing … except for the few coins I can bring back home, whenever I get lucky. Besides, no one would want to make a deal with the mad woman from District 4. I don't know what she's done, but I'm sure there will be huge consequences. "Mom …," I begin.

She doesn't let me finish. "Hush, hush, my little one. You must be exhausted."

I frown even more. "What's wrong? You never say things like that."

"That's because of me," another voice suddenly says.

A voice I have never heard before. My father's. I turn to him, looking into his sea green eyes. He really does have beautiful eyes. He looks like I thought he'd be. The real warrior. Water warrior. I try to smile. It's weird being able to actually speak to my father. I have never dreamed of this. It was just wrong. He couldn't be here. But he was. Weird things were happening here. And I couldn't tell why. His presence didn't bother me. The fact that he was dead wasn't able to get out of my mind.

Suddenly, I hear a noise and my mom looks at Finnick like it's the end of the world. He quickly gets up and takes her hand and walks toward me. There is definitely something wrong because I am not even surprised to see him. "Look, we don't have time for wishes or anything else. I know you don't trust anyone."

"No one can be trusted. I thought you knew this more than anyone else." But he didn't. Because he trusted Katniss Everdeen, he wasn't here anymore. Because he trusted her, because he believed in her, he's not here with me. He didn't hold my hand to tell me that everything would be all right, that I could make it. He's never told me anything. And now, for the first time, I can see him, and I don't feel that excited. I just feel like something's wrong, that he shouldn't tell me what he's going to say. Maybe none of this is true. I should be careful.

"I do," he agrees. "I do. That's why I want to warn you. Jessyka, I've been watching you ever since you were just a little baby. I know what you're planning on doing here."

Another noise is heard and it's louder. Louder. Always louder. I look around. There are no walls literally speaking, because I can see right through them. But still, there is nothing to see, it's like … what I see outside is what I would see if I walked around my house. It is the same exact landscape, but yet, when I put my hand to touch the leafs, I am stopped by a wooden wall. Even if they don't look like real walls, it seems to me like they're going to be destroyed. I still can't move. Finnick looks around as well and then straight into my eyes. "Don't do it, Jessyka. They need you. Trust Johanna's girl. Maybe Katniss has failed but you can do it."

I don't want to believe what I can hear. I will not trust Johanna's girl, Silver. Nor will I follow Katniss's path. "You're kidding me?" I say. "I will never forgive her for what she's done. She has to pay. One way or another. And this is the only way I've found."

"She had nothing to do with my death and deep down, you know it too. I knew I could die when I started to fight for freedom. She could have died too."

"Only she didn't. She let you die!" I yell. "Tell me she didn't let you die. Tell me she tried to save you! She didn't do any of it! She let you die like the coward she is, like the bastard she's always been!"

"Don't talk about her like that, you know absolutely nothing about her. Think she let me die? She didn't." He sighs. "Look, we don't have much time left. I know you'll make the right decision."

He doesn't have time to say good-bye and I don't have time to add anything else because my mother and him have disappeared right after his last sentence. And I suddenly open my eyes.

I yell, surprised by the face that's watching me. "Jeez, don't ever do that again!" he says. "You scared the hell outta me."

"Don't do that again either and I won't have to," I say.

He smiles and I roll my eyes before smiling too. "Look who I found. They said they were your friends."

As I'm about to remind him how stupid he has been for trusting people he knew nothing about, I look up and see Silver in a corner of the room and the boy which shuts me up. I wonder what they're doing here. I thought he'd been pretty clear he'd kill me next time our paths would crossed. "I'm not going to kill you," he says. "But don't give me a good reason to, because I won't hesitate." I don't replicate anything because that would be a waste of saliva. Instead, I realize that we have become a group, we're in an alliance and … as much as I'd like to break it, I cannot. Not right now. I need to find out what is truly going on with Silver and her … lover boy, or whatever he is.

I try to get up and realize that my leg isn't hurting anymore. I must look confused. "Liam?" I say, demanding for answers. He's my savior. He saved me. Even if he actually tried to kill me, it didn't matter. I found him. He found me. But now what? We were four, but eventually, we'd have trouble finding food. And eventually, alliance would break. Then what? I don't want to think about it.


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