Cato Pov

"I'll kill her." She says nonchalantly, her thin lips pulled into a small smirk as she examines her chipped nails.

My blood goes cold. Who would be her? Clove is off the list, since she could give even myself a run for my money in a fight. There's Prim, or Rue, who resides inside her camp. And then there's Katniss.

"What are you talking about? Clove could take you easily." I try and laugh it off, but the pressure of the possibilities is too much. I've broken out into a cold sweat. And I've started to clench my hands tightly.

"Oh, no, not her silly," Glimmer giggles, a high pitched sound emerging form her vocal cords, "I mean your little Katniss. She's strong, yes, from the islands conditioning, but she's still weak. She could never fight off… I don't know, Marvel tackling her to the ground and slitting her throat? Oh what I would give to see that. Her pretty little face covered in red, and her eyes as dead as the animals she kills. I can just see it now; her sister and the other little brat would be sobbing, along with Clove and Foxy. The rest would be silent, watching as we toss her in the ocean and re inhabit her old home. I would be queen, and you, you would be my king."

I was silent for a long while, waiting for my heart rate to calm so I could analyze the situation. But there's no point, Cato. If we don't do what she says, Katniss dies. And who said she would stop with Katniss? What about Prim, Rue and Clove? Even if they struggled as hard as they could, they wouldn't be able to fend of Marvel.

"What do you want?" I ask finally, looking her in the eye. Her lips curl upwards, and another chortle escapes her lips.

"I want you to come to my camp. But before you do, I want you to talk to Katniss. I want you to tell her she meant nothing to you, that you were using her for survival. But I want you to make this realistic, because otherwise, we might have some problems." Glimmer demands.

"What makes you so sure she's special to me?" I ponder aloud, trying to hide the shaking in my voice.

"Because my dear Cato, I know about the kiss."

My blood runs cold at that sentence. What? She was gone! She was no where in sight when that happened. Unlocking the mental vault with that memory, I let it run through my mind as if it was yesterday.

(Flash Back)

"Come on Katniss! Breathe!" I cried as pumped the palm of my hand over her chest, trying to keep her heart beating. The cold was getting to me, a combination of the biting wind and freezing water.

I tilt her head back even further, opening her airways even further and blew air into her lungs, but nothing seemed to be working. I felt her heart slow down until the thud was so gentile it was hard to tell if it was there.

"Come on Katniss! Breathe! Live! Everyone's counting on you!" I whispered, putting my forehead to hers.

Ever since we came here, I felt… something. At first, I mistook it as exhaustion, but really, it was the feeling of her eyes on me. From the first time I felt those orbs watching me, I felt determined to stay alive. Determined to find a way off the island even when I was so sure we weren't going to make it out of here.

Carefully, I bring my lips down to hers in a slow, silent kiss good bye, or that's what I thought it would be. Tingles spread form my lips through my body and I savored what I thought would be my last moment with her. Suddenly, her hand gripped mine slightly, and I knew there was hope. Picking her up and cradling her to my chest, I rush through the forest, towards her only hope of survival.

(Flash Back Over)

I scoff, "Please, you were no where in sight. Probably scared I would beat you to a pulp if I got the chance." She just shrugged, smiling sweetly.

"Sure hun, but I know she's important and that's what I needed. Leverage. Now. Go back to the camp, and tell her your leaving, that you intend to come back to me, that you couldn't live with out me."

With slow, heavy steps I started back to the camp. Why did she pick me to torture? Why?

Katniss Pov

"… Katniss!..." I heard a voice echo through my head. I felt warmth on my chest and one my back, but other then that, I was freezing, like a human popsicle. This was insane… why was I here? Better question, who was talking…

"Come on Katniss! Breathe!" the voice shouted again, and the pressure on my chest increases. My head tilts back, but I'm to tired to care… oh so tired…

But then, a patch of warmth appears on my forehead, and then it was fireworks. It came on so fast, that I squeezed what ever was in my hand in surprise. And then my body was weightless, and everything went black.

I woke up with labored breathing, my heart racing and a familiar feeling racing through my blood. It felt so real, I think as I bring a hand to my lips. But whose voice was that? And when could it have been? The only time I had been unconscious was when Glimmer pushed me in the river and Cato saved me…

Cato. It was him? Or was it just some twisted dream my mind had concocted. My mind said dream, but my heart said memory. Could it be real?

Shaking my head, I went straight to the empty fire pit, building a fire and starting to bake the bread we prepared yesterday. Sudden stomping drew my attention away from the flames and I look up to see Cato.

"I'm leaving," he says, and I think my heart cracks, but why? He isn't family, heck, I barely even know him. Why do I all of a sudden feel attached to him?

"Why?" I croak, thankful for my sleepy tone otherwise I know it would portray my hurt.

"I miss Glimmer. She is my fiancé and we have been separate for to long. Before it was just a lover's tiff, a small argument that led us to choose sides. But now, I need to fix it so I'm leaving." Cato snaps, obviously annoyed with my behavior.

"Okay." I say quietly, and go back to my job.

"I'll be gone in a few hours." He states, walking across the bridge that leads to the storage cabin. As soon as he's out of hearing range, silent tears start falling down my face. I manage to conceal them when he leaves but after he disappears under the canopy, I break down. I'm hiccupping and sobbing, but I try to control it.

When Clove shows back up, ranting about how Cato ditched her, she takes one look at me and hugs me.

"What did the idiot do?" she whispers, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me into one of her rare hugs.

"He left, and now I'm sad and I don't know why." I cry, trying to wipe away my tears, but they are just replaced with new ones.

"Okay, well, when your around him, what do you feel?" she asks, and I take my time replying.

"He's the most frustrating person in the world, but lately he's been so nice, a-and he's helpful and sweet and…" I trail off, running out of adjectives. Clove laughs quietly and pats my shoulder.

"You really are younger then you are." Huh, I just tilt my head to the side in confusion, but end up hiccupping loudly instead.

"I just thought that Prim would be the last person to leave me, but now he's gone." I mumble, drifting off into an exhausted sleep.

Clove Pov

Katniss drifts off in my lap and I sigh. Pretty boy really did it this time. Katniss may look sixteen, but really, she has the mental age of a twelve year old when she isn't set on survival mode. She doesn't understand love, or crushes or even heart break. This is all new territory for her, and she was introduced to it in the cruelest way.

The thing that really hit me was the statement about her sister. Prim didn't leave her, her new big brother took her and now Katniss must feel so replaced. Cato may be a jerk sometimes, but he knows where to draw the line. He must have either been forced, or he wasn't thinking straight. My suspicions are steering me to the first one. And who could have done that? Glimmer.

I hold her as she sleeps, and when Foxy shows up, I explain the situation. All we do that afternoon is sleep and make bread, taking turns comforting Katniss when she falls into fitful sleeps.

President Snow Pov

"Sir, we are ready to launch the extraction team." Seneca tells me as I study the course of the hover crafts and the boats.

Every six weeks, there are breaks in the tempests that surround the island, allowing for plains and boats to pass through unharmed. The students were supposed to be sent out during this one week, but something went wrong and they were sent out a few weeks late. And now, my grandson is stuck there, and is quite possibly dead along with his best friend and fiancé.

"Send them."

So, I decided to write another chapter on my one free day of the week... BE HAPPY! It also has something to do with I might not be able to write for a while because my karate test and tournament is coming up, so I need to focus on that. I was originally planning on writing this part in two weeks or so. Have a good week - Vanessa Knight