Disclaimer; Sorry this has taken so long to finally update. I am truly sorry for the wait, my best friend has been continuously bugging me for another story I had, and am currently, writing. Anyway, here we are. It might not be the prettiest, as I was fumbling with it, but I guess I left it for too long and it needed some kind of next to it.


Katniss's POV

The time ticked down. I counted the seconds slowly in my mind, five left. My adrenaline was on an all time high, my heart beat was doubled. I was ready, yet again. My body tensed, awaiting the "Begin", but when it hit one, it didn't come. I heard something instead, a blast of a plate. Then following a cannon. I didn't want to look, until I realized that it was so close. My eyes widened, I looked over to see the plate Peeta had been standing on now was nothing but blood and gore. I froze with shock and realization. When the clock started to resume, I snapped back to reality.

"Peeta!" I screamed, starting to rush forward when I realized, I was in a tube of some sort.

Somewhere in my mind told me it was all fake, but I was acting on instinct now. Thrashing and screaming against the glass. I didn't stop, my voice didn't get anywhere but back to my ears. Tears blurred my vision as I watched them take away Peeta's body parts. A part of his leg, a finger, shoulder blade, but what caught my eye, was what set me off. It was his heart. Sitting in the middle of the plate, beating quickly, pumping out blood. Turning the luscious green grass into a deep crimson. It was a sign. Peeta was still alive, as long as his heart still beat. The hovercraft had left long ago, not bothering to take his heart with them.

"Because his heart is mine." I whispered. Then, I thrashed. I screamed and thrashed, they wouldn't let me out, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't stop trying. I screeched Peeta's name over and over, watching only where Peeta had stood. I heard other screams, what was going on? I looked up, but continued to bang against the glass. Nothing, what were the screams? My imagination? I heard a clash against the glass, but no source. I stopped screaming and thrashing, cocking my head to the side I realized, I was seeing something that wasn't there. I looked back at Peeta's heart. It beat, then slowed, but didn't stop. Either he was calming down, or he was sleeping. I knew he was safe, but how would I get out?

Cato's POV

The clock stopped, I looked up to see a tube of some sort lower down onto mine and Katniss's plates. I stood still, knowing running would ultimately end with me dead. Once it had lowered, I watched. I saw Clove grinning like a maniac at her knifes, making me smile. I watched her go wide eyed, and I looked up. Seeing some kind of device being lowered, I watched it curiously. It started ticking down.

Five...

Four...

Three...

It was a bomb.

I started thrashing.

One...

I heard a deafening blast as the bomb went off. I looked wide eyed to Clove, she wasn't there. Looking around terrified, Peeta wasn't there either. Katniss was thrashing as well, looking at Peeta. Well, what was left of him. I whipped my head to look at Clove. She looked nothing more than Peeta had. Blood clashed with the grass, giving me a sickening feeling for blood lust. I screamed Clove's name, hitting against the glass at a bone breaking speed. I slammed all of my might into my fists, trying to break the glass. Not again, not again! She died on my watch again. Once again she was dead.

"Clove!" I screamed, sounding less and less humane each time. I was in hysterics. Tears came to my eyes, but I refused to shed them.

I looked at the plate where Clove had stood, now all there was, was her heart. Her heart? Why would that be there? It still was beating, pumping blood. I looked to where Peeta was, it had a heart there too. Katniss wasn't looking anywhere but where Peeta stood. She thrashed and thrashed against the glass, tears streamed down her face, she portrayed the feelings that I hid. I heard screams, but it must have been my imagination.

I heard a clink of metal hitting glass, but it bounced off. I knew then I saw something that wasn't there. I looked to Katniss who's head was cocked to the side, she had heard something bounce off the glass too.

"Clove." It had to be, but I didn't hear any more. She must have given up as soon as she figured it wouldn't break. I called her name until my voice was hoarse and rough, and less humane, but I didn't care. She was alive. Peeta was probably alive too.