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Marvel: *Runs after me* Lovely, please come back. I'm sorry!

Me: No! You – you said it!

Marvel: I had to tell the truth!

Me: You could've been nicer about it!

Glimmer: Oh, Lovely, stop being a little brat.

Me: *Sharpens knife* You wanna say that again, blondie?

Gimmer: Uh, I'm – I'm good.

Clove: Do it. You're just mad because you aren't Suzanne Collins. You don't own the Hunger Games trilogy.

Me: Watch your back, Clove.

Previously:

I hear footsteps, Peeta, and then a cannon.

"She wasn't dead, but she is now."

With that, they walked away, leaving me dumbfounded. Peeta. The guy who seemed so gentle and sweet has just killed someone. He offered to do it. He was leading them to me. So much for not changing.

Chapter Twenty: Tracker Jackers
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LovelyUnderland

(KPOV)

I smell smoke and when I open my eyes I see a huge wall of flames burning through the woods. This isn't some tribute's fire gone wrong; no, this is the Gamemakers trying to kill me off. I have to move and fast. I untie myself, grab the backpack, and fall more than climb down the tree.

The second I'm on my feet fire balls are shot at me. Each one narrowly misses me as I run. The smoke is filling my lungs and I can barely breathe. I trip over a root and land by a fallen tree just as a hot fire ball flies at me. It doesn't hit me full on, but it still burns my leg. The pain I feel is unbelievable. My skin feels like it's being ripped open and pulled through broken pieces of glass.

"Katniss, the girl who was on fire. You know what? Fuck you, Seneca! I should've aimed at your damn face!" I say through clenched teeth running to the river.

Without a thought, I jump in the water and feel the pain fade slightly. It still hurts like hell though. The sound of laughter and running gets my attention and I turn to see the group careers. They've found me. Oh, fuck.

Leaping out of the water, I sprint into the woods. With each step the pain becomes worse. I clamber up a tree, trying to ignore the stinging sensation, as fast as I can. I've always been good with climbing so getting high up isn't difficult for me. What is difficult is climbing with a burned leg.

Fortunately, I'm able to get high enough to where the Careers can't get me. Even if they tried to climb after me the branches would break unless they knew how to properly distribute their weight. Even then they won't be light enough. I can hear everyone shouting for the career from District Two, Cato, to kill me.

He tries climbing up the tree, but fails miserably. I begin to chuckle because his huge, muscular body can't even get passed the third branch. The other girl from his district, Clove, throws a knife at me, but she can't throw it high enough. Thank God. The girl from District 1, Glimmer, tries shooting an arrow at me and missed me by a long shot.

That bitch had my bow! Incompetent tramp!

"Hi guys, how are you doing down there?" I smirk.

If this is it then I want to have fun before dying. Great, now I'm thinking like Bread Boy. They look shocked at my question, but get over it.

"Well enough. How about you, Girl on Fire?" Cato asks.

"It's a bit warm for my taste. Could you throw me some water or would that me too difficult for you?" I ask and I hear them grumble.

"Let's just wait her out," Peeta says. I almost forgot that he was with them. "She has to come down eventually. It's that or she'll starve to death."

"Fine, someone set up camp," Cato says reluctantly.

I look straight at Peeta. I don't know what has gotten into me, but I feel broken. He betrayed me. I trusted him. I feel like someone ripped my heart out. He lied to me. Everything he said was a lie and I had accepted that. I have to get over it and stop bringing it up.

There's a reason that I don't like getting attached to people. They all hurt you in the end somehow. I don't care that the cameras were around. I motioned a profanity at Peeta and he winces as if I had stabbed him. He almost looks ashamed and hurt. Good. He fucked up.

By nightfall, the careers were camped out underneath the tree. A part of me is relieved that Peeta is still safe and alive, but it's nothing compared to the part of me that is pissed off and broken. I was so stupid– no, I can't keep bringing that up.

My calf is still aching from being hit. I can't hide the pain on my face even if I try. I've never felt something like this. Every little movement I make sent a cry out of my mouth. It's almost unbearable.

"She's hurt and she's hurt pretty badly from the sounds of it," Glimmer chirps.

"Good, she'll die quicker. It's too bad, you know? She's quite the looker. If I didn't want to win so badly I might play with her a bit," Marvel, District 1, chuckles.

"That's disgusting. She's not even pretty. You just want to fuck something," the District 4 tribute, Wispa, says in disgust.

A chill runs down my spine when I hear Marvel's comment. He's such a creep. The anthem begins to play and see that only one person has died today. The girl that Peeta killed.

District Eight: Eliza

I look down and see that Peeta's right beneath me. He waves up at me, but I just glare at him. Why is he even trying to communicate with me? Peeta ignores my glare, points to his leg, and then to me. That's when I see a small cut on his leg. He mouths the words, "It was for you."

My confusion must have shown on my face because he then mouths, "The alliance was for you."

I need to know what he's talking about, but I can't while the careers are still awake. I motioned for him to be quiet and he nods. I start to move, but a surge of pain rushes through me. This time I can't stop the tears from falling. I need medicine because I can't survive if I have this injury slowing me down. As if on cue, a parachute falls into my lap. I open it to find a jar of ointment and a note from Haymitch.

Apply generously and stay alive. - H

I do as directed and the pain almost immediately goes away. I quietly thank Haymitch and let myself drift off.

"Psssssttt!" I look down and see Peeta trying to get my attention. The other Careers are fast asleep.

"What do you want?" I hiss quietly.

"I know that you're probably mad, but I did this for you. I tried my best to lead them away from you, Katniss. I didn't betray you! I know that you think that I did, but I didn't!" he whispers.

"Bullshit, Peeta! Bull-fucking-shit! You were the one that gave them the bright idea of waiting me out! Fuck you, pencil dick!"

"Hey! I do not have a pen- whatever. Katniss, I'm sorry! I'm sorry that I told them to wait you out, but it's all I could think of. Clove was bound to hit you with her knife eventually."

"Peeta, just fuck off, okay? I trusted you and you lied to me. You're nothing but a murderer."

It's a low blow and I instantly regret it, but he doesn't argue with me anymore. The rest of the night I go in and out of sleep. When I "wake up" I hear someone trying to get my attention. At first, I thought it was Peeta, but the sound is too close to be him.

I look around and spot Rue in the tree across from mine. She's pointing to something above me. I lift my gaze and see it. A nest. Not just any nest. A Tracker Jacker nest.Fucking great.

*A/N: I hope you liked it! Please R&R! I will be updating every other day if possible!-LovelyUnderland*