Alright all, here is Chapter 11! OH man. I am re-posting this chapter due to the fact that I accidentally published chapter nine as chapter 11. Fail. I apologize for how late it is, I've had a bunch of internship and job interviews and its been nuts! Haha so much for summer, hello work and more, boo. But, I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Thanks for all of the alerts, favorites and reviews! Review s'more! I love reading them. You guys are so great.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games or the plot line or characters, they belong to Suzanne Collins. Some of the lines in the following chapter are hers as well. My characters and part of the plot line are obviously mine. Party.

Read on! ~xoxx, Carolyn

Wiley jumps awake and elbows me in the nose when the sound of a cannon shatters the early morning silence.

"Oh owwwwwww" I groan, covering my nose with both hands.

"Sorry," he winces.

Warm blood begins to flow from my nose and I tear a small piece from my shirt and put pressure on it.

"Jeez, I really am sorry Hydra, that doesn't look so good."

I sniff, "Oh it's ok, I'll live."

Katniss climbs down from the tree with Rue and they walk towards us, wiping the last remnants of sleep from their eyes, "Who do you think that was? And what happened to your nose?"

I know she's thinking of Peeta and I sigh, "Wiley elbowed me..."

"On accident!"

"And I have no clue..."

"I don't know. It could have been any of the others...I guess we'll find out tonight," Rue says in a tiny voice.

I begin to fold the large blanket when Katniss pipes up, "Who's left again?"

I look into the distance and think about it, "Marvel, Cato, Clove, the wimpy boy from three, me and Wiley, Thresh, Rue, and...you and Peeta."

"Wait that's only ten though..."

"Oh yea, forgot about the boy from Ten, the one with the bad leg."

"Still one more left though," Wiley states.

"I wonder how that last one died," says Rue with sadness.

"No telling. But it's good for us. A death should hold the crowd for a bit. Maybe we'll have time to do something before the Gamemakers decide things have been moving too slowly."

Katniss makes a good point.

"Yea, if it gets too boring, they'll probably send the mutts after us."

Everyone is quiet as I stand there, still staring into the distance, a subtle coldness creeps into my eyes.

"What's in your hands?"

Rue shakes her head, "Breakfast."

Wiley's eyes brighten as he spots the two large eggs in her hands, "Oh man! I love eggs."

I break out of my stupor and smile, "I HATE eggs, they are so awful."

"How can you hate eggs?"

"What kind are those?" Katniss inquires.

"Not sure. There's a marshy area over that way. Some kind of waterbird."

I leave them to their eggs and watch with disgust as they suck out the insides.

"Ugh. That's terrible."

I tear into a piece of rabbit and chew thoughtfully, "I bet whoever it was, they were killed by the Careers."

"More than likely," Katniss agrees.

After a few more moments, we begin to pack up, "Let's get out of here."

Katniss puts her pack on and stretches, "Ready to do it?"

"Do what?" Rue asks excitedly.

"Today we take out the Careers' food."

"Are you crazy?" My jaw drops.

Wiley's eyes widen again, "How?"

"No idea. Come on, we'll figure out a plan while we hunt."

I am quiet for a few minutes before I speak up, "We need to figure out how to get rid of the rest of the tributes out there who aren't Careers. That's..." I sit there and count in my head.

"Well minus the person from this morning, that would three...we forgot that sly girl from District Five."

"Oh yea, Foxface, I completely forgot about her," Katniss slaps her forehead with a palm.

"That means Thresh..." whispers Rue.

"I know...I'm sorry Rue, it has to be done."

Tears well in her eyes as she looks down, "I know.." you can barely hear the whisper as it escapes her lips.

"I'll do it."

Wiley looks up at me and squeezes my hand, "I'll help."

"Well, let's go hunt first and we'll figure out all of the big stuff later."

I nod in agreement with Katniss, "Sounds like a plan."

We begin to walk when Katniss asks, "The boy from District Three? He's working with them?"

"Yes, he stays at the Careers' camp full-time. He got stung, too, when they drew the tracker jackers in by the lake. I guess they agreed to let him live if he acted as their guard. But he's not very big." Rue says.

"What weapons does he have?"

"Not much that I could see. A spear. He might be able to hold a few of us off with that, but Thresh would kill him easily."

"And the food's just out in the open?"

"Yea."

"Something's not quite right about the whole setup."

"I know. But I couldn't tell what exactly."

I think long and hard about it, "District Three is electronics and technology, correct?"

"Correct."

"Maybe they've got some kind of electrical trap set around the food we don't know about. He could have built something."

Katniss nods, "You could be on to something Hydra."

"Katniss, even if you could get to the food, how would you get rid of it?"

"Burn it. Dump it in the lake. Soak it in fuel."

I watch as she pokes Rue in the stomach, "Eat it!"

We all laugh, "Don't worry, I'll think of something. Destroying things is much easier than making them."

"I'll see if I can figure out what the setup is, let me take care of District Three."

"Alright, please do."

For the rest of the afternoon, we dig for roots, gather berries and greens, and figure out what to do.

I listen to Rue as she talks about her six siblings and what it's like living with them back home.

Her favorite thing that she loves above all others is music.

"Music? You have a lot of time for that?" Katniss questions.

I think of back home, when we'd have large fishing expeditions and the fishermen would sing old sailor songs from hundreds of years before.

Their voices were melodic and the lyrics were about sailors who pined for their lovers back home but loved their lives on the briny seas.

"We sing at home. At work, too. That's why I love your pin."

I look down at Katniss' mocking-jay pin and admire its simple beauty.

"You have mocking-jays?"

"Oh, yes. I have a few that are my special friends. We can sing back and forth for hours. They carry messages for me."

"Really?" Wiley is absolutely enthralled with her story.

"What do you mean?"

"Do tell."

"I'm usually up highest, so I'm the first to see the flag that signals quitting time There's a special little song I do."

Rue opens her mouth and sings a four-note song that is gentle and harmonious.

"The mocking-jays spread it around the orchard. That's how everyone knows to knock off. They can be dangerous though, if you get too near their nests. But you can't blame them for that."

I find myself drifting away, imagining little Rue high up in the trees, singing the small melody and watching as it passes through the trees to the rest of the workers.

It is a sight to behold.

Rue pulls out a necklace from beneath her shirt, it is woven from some sort of grass. It looks like the rough copy of a flower, "It's a good luck charm."

"Well it's worked so far. Maybe you should just stick with that."

I pull my crescent pendant from beneath my shirt and the other two gawk at it, "How beautiful! What is that?"

"It's mother-of-pearl and ivory. My brother's girl Naida gave it to me before I left, its been in her family for generations."

Rue smiles, "Its brought you both a bunch of luck, that's for sure."

"It has indeed."

About two hours later, we lounge around and eat left over rabbit, along with more roots and berries.

I am beginning to miss the salmon and potato dinners from back home, the food I've been eating is taking its toll on me and I feel like I'm never getting enough to eat.

I don't understand how Rue and Katniss have survived on meals like this all of their lives.

We've come up with a plan and it's perfect.

Wiley and I are going to lure the boy from District Three away from the camp and I'm going to see what information I can get out of him.

Katniss and Rue are gathering wood for the first two campfires that they will light and will then meet at the place where we first ate together as a group.

We finally finish discussing plans when Katniss offers Rue her sleeping bag, "What about you? Won't you be cold?"

"Not if I pick up another bag down by the lake. You know stealing isn't illegal here."

I smile and Rue decides that we all need to know her mocking-jay signal so that we can stay connected with each other in case we become too far apart.

I enjoy listening to the little bit of music as she whistles it, the melody is something that I could definitely fall asleep to on a regular day outside of here.

"It might not work. But if you hear the mocking-jays singing it, you'll know I'm okay, only I can't get back right away."

"Are there many mocking-jays here?"

"Haven't seen them? They've got nests everywhere."

"Okay, then. If all goes according to plan, I'll see you for dinner."

Katniss looks to me and Wiley, "You both be careful."

"We will, you stay where we planned so we don't have trouble finding you."

"Will do."

She and Rue say their goodbyes which make me tear up a small bit.

Wiley gives Rue a big hug and they stand there together for a few minutes while Katniss and I turn our backs.

I can hear Wiley as he whispers into her ear, "Please stay safe Rue, I'd miss you a lot if anything happened to you."

She gives him a tiny smile and rests her head on his shoulder, "I'll be ok, stay close to Hydra. I promise I'll see you soon."

He pulls away and straightens up, wiping a tear from his eye, "Alright..."

I roll my eyes and grab his arm, "Oh come on, she'll be fine. Didn't you hear her?"

"Of course I did! I got something in my eye, that's all JEEZ."

I smile, "See you tonight."

We all laugh before going our separate ways.

A few hours later, Wiley and I near the Careers' camp and I feel a sudden chill run down my spine.

We peer through the trees and stare down at the monstrous camp and all of the supplies that lie in a pile of cartons, bins and canteens.

"See the kid?"

"Yep."

"Wait just a minute, we don't know if any of the Careers are there..."

We wait for a few minutes and stare, looking for any sign of the three.

Nothing.

"Alright, you remember the plan, go get him."

Wiley nods and stands, slowly walking out of the brush.

I go to my place and wait behind a large tree, both sais in my hands and waiting for Wiley and the boy.

"Hey! Yea you! Are you so wimpy that they make you wait here while they go out and claim all the glory?"

"I wait here because that's my job!"

I sit there and listen to the two banter back and forth, Wiley continues to throw little insults at the boy and I hear him attempt to throw the spear at Wiley.

"You better watch out fish boy!"

Wiley is up and running as the boy runs, picking up his spear, chasing Wiley up into the trees.

Within seconds Wiley runs passed and I time it just right.

I have the District Three boy against the tree, the point of my sais is just at his throat, "What did you make?"

"What are you talking about?," he quivers beneath my furious gaze.

"Those supplies, someone could easily walk up and take something."

He shakes his head, "I didn't do anything!"

I press the blade harder against his windpipe and he struggles, "Ok! Ok!"

"What?"

"The mines that surround each tribute's plate," he huffs, "I know how to deactivate and reactivate them. I dug them up and I placed a ring of them around the supplies. They'll detonate if anyone walks on them."

"Good, thanks."

"Can I go now?"

I narrow my eyes at him and Wiley stalks behind him, a glare is painted on his little face, "You'll be one less tribute to worry about."

My voice is cold and his face grows as white as a sheet.

With that said, I draw the blade across his throat and his hands fly to the horrible wound as blood spurts up across both of our faces.

He falls to the dirt and writhes like a snake before his eyes glaze over and his lips grow pale.

The cannon sounds and we look up into the sky.

"Come on kid."

Wiley and I make our way to where Katniss is supposed to be waiting and we spot her, laying beneath the bushes.

"Katniss," I whisper.

Her head snaps in our direction and her eyes widen at our bloody appearance, "District Three told me about the supplies."

"And?"

"Remember the mines that surrounded each of our plates at the beginning?"

Katniss shivers, "Oh, yea. I'm glad I didn't step off of my plate too early."

"You and me both."

I can still see the video of a girl who stepped off too early one year and as soon as she hit the ground, a mine exploded and her legs were blown off.

"Anyway, he knew how to turn them off and on so they dug some of them up and put them in a circle around the supplies. First person who tries to get in there? They get blown away."

"I knew it was too easy. But, we need to hurry, Peeta is out there somewhere and he's wounded badly."

"How do you know?"

"Cato. He said that he cut him and it's a miracle Peeta hasn't bled to death yet."

My stomach flips at the sound of Cato's name.

We lie there for a bit when we see the girl from District Five, Foxface, creeping out onto the grassy plane that separates us from the Careers' Camp.

She looks around and then runs for the stack of supplies, her movements are sharp and precise.

We all watch in awe as she does a little dance around the perimeter of the pyramid, finally landing within the invisible circle.

She stares down at the pile and begins to pick small things away and place them in her pack.

She's a smart one.

She takes just enough to where it will sustain her but the Careers won't notice if anything is gone.

After just a few moments, she dances again and lands safely outside again, running back to the forest with lightning fast speed.

"Well, how are we going to get around the mines?" I whisper.

"I guess I could try to throw a rock, I've got a good arm, you both can go some as well and maybe we can trigger just enough of the mines to be able to safely reach the supplies."

I sadly shake my head, "I've got a bad shoulder, I can't throw far."

"Ok well...hm..."

Wiley turns to us, "Even if you did, you may only get one of the mines and the Careers would be on us in two seconds."

"He's got a point."

"You're right...its been a while though, we need to figure something out quick before our time runs out."

I sit there and think as hard as I can, "Katniss, your bow..."

She has the same idea.

"If I can shoot that burlap sack full of apples, I can free those and maybe they'll be able to set off a bunch of the mines instead of just one."

"Perfect, do it."

She moves into position and aims, the first arrow tears through the side of bag near the top, leaving a split in the burlap.

She shoots again and this arrow makes the whole grow larger.

The third arrow flies and catches a part of the torn flap and rips the bag apart.

Wiley grips my arm as the apples begin to cascade down the side of the pyramid.

I gasp as I am thrown backwards, I hit the back of my head hard on a tree and squeeze my eyes shut as pain floods my body.

I frantically search for Wiley who is laying a few yards from me, gasping for air.

"Wiley! Wiley are you ok?"

He sits up and tries to take deep breaths, "Yea, I think so."

"Hydra! Your head!"

A pieces of sharp rock has buried itself in my cheek and I clench my teeth; I hate stitches.

"We'll fix it later."

We begin to cough as a foul smelling smoke fills the air, "Katniss?...Katniss?"

She looks up as she tries to walk but falls to the ground again.

We can't stay here.

My head throbs and my vision blurs but I grab Wiley and we make our way to Katniss.

"Come on!"

We support her between ourselves and move as fast as we can when another blast sends us to our knees.

We try a few more times and the same thing happens before the blasts stop and we can make our way without falling again.

Night begins to fall as we run and a brisk chill fills the air making me shiver and long for the warmth of the large blanket.

We eventually settle down and Katniss begins the process of removing the rock from my cheek and stitching me up.

As soon as she is finished I let out the breath I was holding.

"Thank you..."

"Your welcome, get some sleep. We need to find Rue as soon as possible tomorrow."

I nod and Wiley and I bury ourselves underneath the blanket in the comforting arms of a weeping willow.

Cato's POV

Cato angrily pushed the debris of the supply pile around, his knuckles white as he clenched his fists.

"How could that little idiot be so stupid to just leave our supplies and walk off?" Clove hissed.

"I don't know, but he'd better be dead."

The anthem began to play and the three of them stared up into the sky, watching as the images of the boys from Districts Three and Ten appeared in the darkness.

"Good." Marvel humphed.

They settled in for the night and Clove and Marvel quickly fell asleep.

Cato lay there and thought about Hydra, where could she be?

He couldn't stand it.

He quietly stood and strapped his swords to his back, just in case.

A few minutes later, he snuck through the forest his night vision goggles helped him move across the terrain with ease.

A couple of hours later, he slowed down, the sound of something creeping across dried leaves filled his ears.

All of the sudden he was thrown to the ground, someone punched him hard and he growled and pushed them off, swinging and hitting them hard in the jaw.

For a brief moment, the assailant's face was visible in the moonlight and he recognized her immediately.

"Hydra? Damnit, did I hurt you?"

"Cato? What are you doing here?"

She got off and stood up, "What are YOU doing here? I heard you crunching all over the leaves."

"I was trying to find you."

He stared at her cheek and the fresh stitches that graced her skin, "What happened?"

"Just a rock."

"You know anything about those explosions?"

"Not a thing."

"You're lying."

"Maybe. I did kill the boy from District Three though."

"Why?"

"I had to find out what he did to your supplies. We figured they were booby trapped."

"Who's we?"

"Nobody."

"Don't lie to me Hydra."

She shoved him hard, "Don't even think about it."

"Get out of my way."

She sent another punch to his face, "I said DON'T."

He backed her up against the tree and put both hands around her face, "And why won't you let me?"

"You'll get your chance to kill them, after I'm dead."

"Don't say that."

"Why not?"

He backed away, "Just don't."

She rolled her eyes, "What difference does it make? You'll win and get what you wanted."

"I won't get what I wanted."

Silence.

"I'm sorry."

Cato backed her up again and then pulled her to his chest, burying his face in her hair.

"You need sleep."

"So do you."

"Well, go back to your camp."

"I'd rather spend my night out here if that's ok."

"Fine. Do as you please."

"You know I'll kill them when I get the chance."

"You won't as long as I'm around. I will not sit there and watch you kill them..."

He pulled her down onto the ground with him and slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and brushing his lips against her ear, "You won't have a choice."