I know, I know. I'm sorry. But with tests, traveling (still am btw), and hassles. I just couldn't. Here I am, and you guys really should review me more. I try to follow, and when I'm done I'm going to go back and fix everything. I might make Catching Fire continued with this. So enjoy!

Chapter 12: Lost and Found

Claudius Templesmith is announcing something about a rule change while I think again of what happened with the little girl. How Katniss sung so, so incredibly. How she was so heartbroken. A part of me had feared she had gone insane, and would give up her chances of survival. I knew she would be hurt. But that badly? She acts so damn tough, but is honestly has a soft heart. Which is good. However, if I ever tell her that she will punch me, turn red, and start grumbling. She got bread after the episode, and she thanked Eleven. Which was Hunger Games history. Strange how they did that, I wonder if the Capitol would punish them for it. I also saw her kill. For the first time. I remember telling her, "How different can it be, really?" Enormously. You're killing something that is sentient, that can think, feel, ration. Course, I wasn't going to tell her that if I wanted her to survive. Better to ease up her conscience.

"Isn't that great!" says Darius.

"What?" I ask stupidly.

"There can be two winners now. Long as they're in the same district, of course."

"What?" I repeat. Well, what do you know? I could have gone in anyways. My only consolation is that our families probably would have starved till this point. A part of me feels irritated at their helplessness. It's not their fault though. Never their fault.

"Peeta!" she shouts. Way to go Katniss! Way to just tell everyone where you are! Stupid! She seems to be mumbling the same thing, and is clutching her mouth as though she can take it back like that. The camera shows Cato and Clove, who perk up, but have a look of indifference. But they suddenly hug. And that's it, it's not like they would start a romance. Though they are both lethal creatures, I'm pretty sure no one will fall for it. I don't think think they have the capacity to love.

The screen forwards the Games, and show Katniss who finds Peeta. He's certainly cocky for his position. Katniss helps the boy up and I think back to the other day, when they had come around for the interview.

We were sitting at home and, suddenly we heard commotion at the door. They were knocking and asking for Gale Hawthorne. We began panicking, and thought that they were here to finally arrest me for all of my hunting and dealing. I could be hanged and shot a hundred times over, for all the times I've broken the law. I started to think frantically about what would happen to Mom, Posy, Rory, Prim, our families. My promise.

My mother went and opened the door with shaking hands. The door opened to reveal a camera crew and Caesar Flickerman. Posy peered around me and whispered, "It's him!"

"Yes it's me." Posy jumped. Caesar laughed and said, "Why do you all look terrified? Katniss is well on her way to victory. You realize we're at the final eight. I'm here to interview you. You in particular," he nodded at me. "So what can you tell me about her?"

"She's going to win," I say fiercely.

"Right. Do you get along well?"

"Maybe."

"Do you hang out often?"

"I suppose."

"What do you like to do?"

"Not much." What, did they expect to march into my home and get our lives out for display?

"What do you feel about Katniss and Peeta?" he asks desperately.

"Interesting, I guess."

"How do you feel she' s done?"

"Amazing."

"What advice would you give her?"

"Whatever. She's fine."

"Well... okay. Anything from your family?"

"She's really pretty!" said Posy.

"She's a remarkable, strong girl," my mother added.

"I think she's tougher than Gale," said Rory. I rolled my eyes.

"So if Katniss could see this, have you not anything to say?" Caesar asked in one last attempt.

"Good luck," I give as my answer. "That stands for all of us. Good bye now," I added pointedly.

Caesar looked a bit dazed and put out as he left. "You could be bit more polite," Mom told me. I shrugged and went to sleep. Or tried anyways.

I look back at the screen as Katniss is taking Peeta's pants off. What? Oh she's trying to heal him or something. Whatever. That doesn't make me feel better. Ass. Katniss is blabbering on, slowly turning green and finally loses it. I can't help but laugh. She's so... selectively squeamish I guess. Blood she has no issue with. Kills without a second thought, which is kind of frightening now that I think about it. Not about her, just how she has the will I guess. I told her to kill like that. Then again she looks rather guilty afterwards. Anyway, Katniss gingerly takes it, and orders Peeta to cover himself, and the ass replies," Oh, I don't care if you see me," so damn nonchalantly. Son of a bitch. Go die in a hole. Or a puddle in your case. Peeta whines about not getting presents. Good. And is he saying Katniss is like that drunk? Damn, if I could just punch him.

The Baker Boy whines some more until Katniss resigns to some exposed cave. Why did they have to change the rule anyway? And I bet they are going to change it back. It's all a setup. They talk until Katniss does something that breaks my heart. Like someone's stabbing my heart with a knife, a jagged one and leaves it there.

Then some idiot sends them soup which Katniss feeds to that wretched baby. And my heart burns over and over. The Girl On Fire has burned my heart, and as soon as the screen fades, I run home.

Haymitch

That boy is dying for crying out loud! Do something! Yes, yes. He sends the order for the gift. He sees the boy and the girl receive it, and the girls eyes light up. In understanding. This is a dangerous game we play. The boy is clever but too innocent. He agreed to give up his life for her. But his heart? Good luck boy. Good luck.