I wasn't thinking I would be writing any more chapters until I got enough tributes, but one of the amazing reviews posted mentioned Peeta and Katniss. I thought it would be cool if I went into a little detail about what's happening with Peeta right now. This will be the last chapter until reapings, so please send in tributes! I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Peeta Mellark sat painting at his canvas. The image he was painting was split into two parts. Both were images he watched every night in his dreams.

One side of the painting, half her face depicted her smiling and happy, and leaning in for a kiss. The other half of her face showed her gray eyes wild and mouth open letting out a silent but awful crazed laugh. And the worst part of it all was he still didn't know which was the real Katniss.

The Katniss he met in thirteen seemed more like the mutt version of Katniss, honestly, but as Peeta got to know her, he realized she had a different personality on the inside than what she showed on the outside. But having been separated from her, even for just a day or two, had thrown all he know about her out the window. Which was the real Katniss?

A knock at the door broke the empty silence. Peeta looked up to see Effie opening the door, a small smile on her face. She still had a crazy wig, this time light blue, with a matching dress and shoes to finish off the outfit. "Oh, Peeta!" she said loudly in that silly voice of hers. "It's so good to see you, I heard you were taken by the Capitol, are you alright?"

Peeta forced a weak smile. He could smile for Effie; she had never been his enemy. She had always been a bright spot in the games for Peeta. He could at least try and pretend he was alright for Effie. "Hi Effie. I'm doing alright." He looked back at the canvas, then added softly, "Have you been to see her lately?"

Effie shook her head. "I haven't had time. Coin assigned me to work on the Games with the Capitolites-" Peeta's eyes narrowed and he gripped his paintbrush harder, "- but they told me I could visit you and I just jumped on the opportunity!"

"Is she alright?" Peeta asked, adding a bit of gray to Katniss's eyes.

Effie shrugged. "I hear she's going back to District 12 soon, but I don't know anything more than that."

Peeta nodded and painted for a moment in silence. "Do you know when I'll be going back to 12?" He whispered quietly.

Effie gave him a remorseful look. "Well, Peeta, that's actually what I need to talk to you about. I've just been to see Doctor Aurelius. He told me to tell you that...well…" Effie paused and smoothed her dress for a moment before saying, "Doctor Aurelius says there is only one condition that he will agree to to let you go back to 12."

Peeta swallowed. "And that it?"

"I hear Coin had you vote on a Hunger Games, correct?"

"Yes, yes," Peeta waved a hand. "Get to the point!"

"Coin already had the games planned out when she died, and Doctor Aurelius says a sure way to make sure your ready to go home is if…"

Peeta's face was pale and his hands gripped the edge of his chair until his knuckles were white. "You don't mean…"

Effie nodded. "He wants you to mentor in the games. If you can make it through the whole games without having any- accidents- then you can go back to District 12."

Peeta closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. Quietly, he said, "I can't do that."

"Oh Peeta, darling, I hate this as much as you do, but sometimes we have to do things we don't want to do." Effie had said the wrong thing. Peeta turned and shot a piercing look at her. It showed anger, pain, guilt.

"No. You don't hate it. And your wrong. I don't have to do this. I'll find a different way back home. I voted against the games in case anyone's forgotten! I can't go back, I can't…" He buried his head in his hands and shook his head. "My name is Peeta Mellark, I'm from District 12….." he muttered quietly.

"The Capitol has done awful things to you. Don't you want to go back at them at all?"

"Not everything is about revenge! Not everyone has to be equal!" Peeta yelled. "What does it matter if I owe her something, or they owe me something? I just want peace! I want to go home!"

Effie stood up. "I know. I'm sorry." She left the room, leaving who was once the Boy with the Bread with his head buried in his hands.

Any thoughts on that chapter? If you have any idea for a tribute, it doesn't even have to have an incredible backstory or personality or anything, I just need enough tributes to at least start the reaping. I am so excited for the next chapter and I hope you are to! See you next chapter!