Hey guys! We're back! Sorry it's been so long since we posted last! We feel really bad! Any way, we wrote this chapter in like, 2 days. We have decided to make a playlist that you can listen to while you read this, and they are the songs that we listened to writing this. I want to thank my reviewers which were both guests and *cough cough* my *cough cough* co-writer *cough cough* If you don't care, then you can skip this and read on. If you are a nice person, and do care, then you can read the list of songs that we listened to that fit the mood. (We are a fan of country music, just so you know)

Last Kiss by Taylor Swift

Safe & Sound (feat. The Civil Wars) by Taylor Swift

Forever & Always (Piano Version) by Taylor Swift

Ours by Taylor Swift

A Thousand Years by Christina Perri

A Thousand Years Pt. 2 Christina Perri

A Thousand Years by The Piano Guys

Again, sorry for the delay. Enjoy!

CHAPTER 13

My name is Katniss Everdeen… I am sixteen years old… I missed my father so much… I'm not sure if it was fate that put us together, or our desperate souls, but all that matters is that we stay together…

The monster moved toward me, black fur bristling with fury, thick hard muscle rippling underneath its fur, red eyes blazing with ferocious hot anger. It's lips pulled back over its teeth to reveal dagger sharp incisors. It crouched low preparing to spring, triumph glittering in its demon red eyes.

Nightmares ruin my otherwise peaceful night. I stare up at the stars. My head is on Gale's chest, his arm around my shoulders. He sleeps peacefully, and his steady breathing and gently beating heart slowly eases my fears. The sound of owls making quiet conversations, and the soft sound of dangerous rushing water fills the air. Other than that and the peaceful hum of breathing from everyone, it's dead silent. I can't sleep. Something is keeping me up. I'm not sure exactly what it is, though. I get up, careful not to wake up Gale. I slip out of my shoes, and feel the cold, soft, dark green grass between my warn out feet.

I grab my bow and sling the quiver over my shoulder, I notch my arrow and aim for the nearest tree, and the arrow is in the trees heart before it can cry in protest. I'm so bored. I'm so tired. I can't sleep. I'm going mad. I have no idea what I'm going to do with my life. I'm getting married to Gale, once we get to District 13. We're going to destroy the Capitol. We're going to win. Gale and me are going to live happily ever after. Our kids will grow up in a new Panem, with no Capitol, no President Snow, safe and sound, without a fear in the world. After all of this, everything will be ok. What am I doing? I'm just thinking and getting my hopes up.

What if I die in the rebellion? What if I don't even make it there alive to District 13? I'll never to have my happily ever after with Gale, I'll never see Prim or my mother again. I'll never get to do anything I want to. I was stranded in the middle of the ocean without a life raft, doomed to die. But I was not alone. I wasn't stranded. I had Gale. Gale was my life raft, Gale was my burning torch in the darkness, and Gale was my whole world, as I was his. We were a connected string, cut one, you cut both.

I turned back to where the group was sleeping. Gale was awake propped up on one elbow watching me with his attractive gray eyes.

"Love, you doing alright?" he asked curiously.

"Fine. Just practicing."

I gestured to the several tree's with the arrows plunged into their hearts. Gale's eyes narrowed, he knew when I was stressed. He stood up and walked over to me, taking his hands in mine.

"What's wrong?" he questioned fiercely. His gray eyes x-raying me.

"I'm just…stressed out." I said quickly, not meeting his gaze.

"Oh, come on. No one else is awake. You don't have to pretend, around me. Tell me what's bugging you. What's on your mind?" I take a deep breath.

"Uh, I was just thinking about…everything. I mean, what happens if I die in the rebellion? What happens if I die before we even get to District 13?"

"You won't."

"How do you know?"

"Because. I'll protect you. You die, I die too." He smiles. "We're family now."(A/N: yes, I read Divergent. I just had to use that line for this story, it fits perfectly ) I smile back at him. His face lights up at the thought. I kiss him, grateful that I have him in my life.

"I love you, you know that?"

"No, I just thought you couldn't stay away from me because of my amazingly good looks." He says sarcastically. We both smile.

"Yeah, yeah, that's definitely why I fell in love with you, not the fact that you are funny, and charming, and the best guy I know." I reply acrimoniously. We're sitting on the grass, me on his lap, his arms wrapped tightly around me, and my head on his shoulder. The sun is just barley coming over the horizon, the top of his head is just peaking over the grassy hills.

"Shall we go get breakfast?" he asks me, and then kisses my head.

I nod and get up slowly. His hand immediately reaches for mine, and our fingers entwine. I bend down and pick up my bow, as we head towards the start of the tree line. With our bows in our hands, and quivers full of arrows are around our backs, we come to life. With unspoken conversations with our eyes, and our footsteps falling perfectly into line, anyone watching us might think we've practiced this routine thousands of times. Sure, we go hunting every day, but it's different every time. The animals are different, the feeling is different, and in this case the woods are different. We stir up a flock of wood pigeons in our formation and six of them our dead at our feet before they even reach the treetops. But what confused me was why they were shocked into flight, Gale and I had been moving quieter than the breeze that ran lightly over the grass. He must have noticed too because he notches his bow again, not for hunting, but for battle.

My whole body locks into it's battle mode, I notch an arrow into the bow and raise it to face the tree's ahead of us. Gale instinctively goes right next to me, half covering me to protect me. I don't protest.

Then, I hear it.

The sound of death. It just sounds bad. All of it. The sound of slashing, arrows flying, people screaming, it all fills the air. Then something hits me. Hard. Right in the stomach. A sharp, stabbing, ripping pain. Like my whole body was being torn right through the middle, black spots fill my vision. Too much pain, too much pain. Soon, within seconds, my whole world goes black.

A/N: So, that was a really short chapter, so we're not going to end it there. We're not that evil. There's more, but just cause Katniss passed out, it'd be kind of hard to write like that, the rest of the chapter would just be: 'I'm tired, and sleeping, and everything is black.' Not a very good chapter. Another thing. We figured since they are all together now, we'd just do Gale and Katniss's POV unless it's an emergency, then we'll do someone else's POV. If you have any comments, questions, concerns, or ideas, PLEASE let us know in a comment or PM, and we'll take that suggestion, etc. into consideration. Thank you for your time. Now on to CHAPTER 13 PART 2

My name is Gale Hawthorne… I am running away to District 13 with Katniss Everdeen… I love her more then anything… But she is about to be taken away from me…

It was horrible. It was just a normal hunting trip in the woods. Not our woods, of coarse. It's safe there. But here, there were animals that we never approached in the District 12 woods. We were just about to catch some breakfast for everyone, when all of a sudden; there was a giant, menacing bear that jumped out. Of course I tried to protect Katniss, from the thing, but it took me by surprise. My only thought was to kill it so it couldn't hurt Katniss. But it was too close to use our bows to fight against it, so by the time I thought about using my knife, it had already scratched Katniss in the stomach. A deep red line that ran diagonally across her stomach was producing nothing but blood. Within seconds, her whole shirt was crimson red. I finally fought off the bear, but that sacrificed getting a few cuts down my arms and torso. I didn't care; I just had to save Katniss. My only thought, my only purpose right then was to kill the bear and rush Katniss back to camp. That's what I did. It took longer than I had hoped, but the bear was gone by the time the sun got fully out from beneath the horizon. The second after the bear was dead; I dropped my weapons and ran to Katniss. I pick her up, fast but careful, and run back to camp with her in my arms. Blood stained my shirt and hands, and the memory stained my heart and my brain. As I was running toward the camp, and as I got closer and closer, more people started waking up. Katniss's dad woke up first and I yelled, "She got hurt. I'll explain later, we just need to fix her! Get a bed ready!"

Luckily Katniss's dad was slightly familiar with this kind of stuff, him living with Mrs. Everdeen, and all. I'm hoping that Amber, Rose or Seth might know anything to help Katniss. My dad doesn't know anything. I don't bother asking him. "Does anyone know how to stitch up someone's stomach?"

"Her wound couldn't be that different from a C-section, except with any painkiller's and with no baby and-"

"Help her!" I snarled. The fear rushing into me in giant waves. I felt like a cornered animal. I had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide from the fact that Katniss might die. But rage was also crushing me with its weight like boulders, why weren't they helping her already? Ash blinked, and with a calmness that sent my teeth on edge with rage he set to work on the bloody, battered wounded body that was Katniss. While everyone else is fixing Katniss, I am just being myself in a shocked state; everything seemed to pull on a faint bluish numb tint. I'm so tired, but I can't sleep; my mind is racing way too much. I can't stop thinking what would happen if Katniss dies. What would happen? What would I become? I can imagine myself, years from now, sitting in a corner, still mourning for my beloved Catnip. No. No! Stop thinking like that! If you keep thinking that then it might come true! You need to know that Katniss will be ok. Ash will save her. He has too…

Just then, a tiny drop of rain splashed onto my head. I could hear the storm clouds thundering above, and feel the sudden flurries of rain that pounded against my shoulder as I moved numbly, shifting my whole body so I stood over Ash and Katniss, guarding them from the rain. I hear, touch, see, smell, and even taste the heavy droplets of rain. But I wasn't really there. Really I was trapped inside my own body, watching Katniss bleed to death before me. The steady rise and fall of her growing slower and slower. Katniss's life slipped through my fingers like water.

"No." I moaned, thought entirely a where of what was going around me. My whole focus, my whole self was focused on Katniss. I go sit in the spot where we were sleeping this morning. I sit down, and slowly fall down till I'm laying on the cold, wet, mushy ground. I cry. For Katniss, for me, for everyone who loved her, for our 'used to be' future kids, for everything that can be a cause to cry about. Luckily the rain covers up the tears that I shed, am shedding, and the many tears I will shed. It seems like forever, but before they're finished on Katniss, I drift into a sleep with dreams of Katniss.

I'm shaken awake by Katniss's dad. Ash says solemnly, "I think she's leaving soon. You want to say any last words?" the words hit me like bullets. Catnip. My Catnip. Gone. Gone forever. Never to be seen again. Her laugh, never to be heard. Her smile, never to be shared. Her lips never on mine again. Wow. I'd never thought we'd have a last kiss. I'd never even thought that we'd end, ever, let alone this way. It's just a terrifying thought. Absolutely horrifying. I feel completely empty. Like nothing's there. I'm just another body, to be torn, ripped up, and thrown around. I feel like I have no purpose.

I stand up from my spot on the ground. My strides over to Katniss are full of sorrow, dread, and guilt. If I hadn't been so focused on killing the bear, I could have protected Katniss, and we would both be ok right here. I don't understand why she had to be the one to die. Well, she's not dead yet, but she will be soon. Maybe there's a way to save her. There's got to be just one possible way to save her. Thinks Gale, THINK! Maybe we're close enough to District 13 that we can run her there, and then they can fix her! "Ash!" his head turns around fast. "How far away is District 13? On the map?" my voice sounded hopeful, yet warns out.

"Uh, probably about a two hour walk. We would never make it."

"Come on! Isn't there anything we can do? Anything at all that might save her?" I know he saw the desperation in my eyes, because I saw something spark in his mind, but he just frowns and shakes his head.

"Do you have any last words for her? We can leave you two alone. I already said mine." I nod, trying to not cry. He reassures me that everything will be ok.

But it won't, my Katniss is inches from death. Inches, but that means I still have time. Still have time to save her.

"No. No. It's not over. We have to take her to District 13." I growled fiercely. I knew I was grasping at straws, but if Katniss still had inches there was still hope in saving her.

David looks like I've finally lost it. Which in my opinion probably happened years ago, but Ash has a sympathetic look on his face; he feels my pain.

"Gale we w-"

"No!" I snarled. Glaring angrily at them both. The rage and determination seemed to lock inside my body and staying there.

Suddenly, there was a low humming noise and a sound that ripped threw the clearing like knifes. All my rage and determination vanished instantly like water slipping through my fingers.

No. Not this…this can't be happening… I thought slowly.

Mist began to flow from our left, and I turned toward it almost mechanically. My thoughts blank. My body cold with fear. I knew my fate. I knew all our fates. The Capital had caught us.

We were as good as dead now…

I could see shapes moving through the mist, cloaked in black with hoods covering their faces and not white like the Avox. Which struck me by surprise, but I just watched the cloaked figures move through the mist and form in a perfect practiced circle around us.

They pulled their hoods down.

"We're from District 13, we're here to help you."

End of Chapter 14