A/N: Hey guys! Thanks as always for your reviews. We are now over 90 reviews! I started this story just over a month ago, and I couldn't be more pleased with how much of a following it's gotten in such a short time. To all my guest reviews, a big shout out to all of you as usual. To "Y u do dis," seriously, I am so touched by your review it almost brought tears to my eyes :D. I am so glad that you think so much of my writing, I seriously hope that I continue making you think so. As for potential stories afterwards, I do have a few ideas for sequels/spinoffs, but seeing as how I'm not even half way done with this story, I'll let you guys know about about that once we get further along lol. I worked as quickly as I could to get this update out, and I think you'll all really like it. It will have a unique twist to it as Katniss and Peeta will not be the only people you'll be hearing from... You'll understand why, but I really wanted to be able to flesh out some of the other Victors, and this seemed to me to be the best way to do so. You'll also have cameo POVs from other characters, but I won't spoil that for ya hehehe ;). Also, as with when I debuted President Snow's POV in Chapter Five, if you guys give me good enough feedback, this may continue throughout the rest of the story... We shall see. Just let me know. But now it is onwards and upwards for us! Here is the next Chapter!

Change of Fate

Chapter Fourteen: Love and Memories

Haymitch

I am in complete and utter shock and terror as I watch Katniss and Peeta fight off these new giant Tiger mutts in a brand new version of the Hunger Games. I can't really believe my eyes. I magically got them both out of the first games, definitely because of some good acting from Katniss, I plotted with the Rebels to get them out of the second games... But I have no idea how I'm going to get these two out a third time. These two kids have become the closest thing I have to family any more, I've got to figure out something.

I'm about to leave my office and head over to the President's when I hear something that makes my heart stop, "PEETA NO!" I glance back at my television just in time to see Peeta avoid getting attacked and swing his flaming sword down into the side of the giant Tiger mutt that happens to be on fire as well. Yet it does nothing to this mutt, although because its so freaking big its momentum carries it off a cliff all on it's own. I am frantically trying to decide whether or not to continue watching, but I decide that I need to be proactive in getting them out. I don't bother turning the television off, but I sprint out of my office and down the hall to go see the President. Plutarch and her are surely already putting together a rescue plan, aren't they? I open the door to her office revealing the two of them along with a collection of other top Rebel leaders. Behind them another television screen is showing what I'd hoped I wouldn't have to watch.

"What are you doing? Keep moving!" I hear Peeta say. The camera reveals that Katniss has stopped ascending the mountain ridge like the others, and turned her arrow back towards Peeta. What in the world is she doing? Then as she does it, I realize just how brilliant that girl really is. Her arrow whizzes past Peeta and hits the ridge line behind him blowing a huge gap in between them and the mutts. I can't help but grin. 'You're making me proud sweetheart,' I think to myself. But back to the more important matter of getting them the hell out of there.

I walk through the chaos that is ensuing everyone, "Madam President..." I begin.

"Ah yes, Haymitch, I was wondering when you would make your way down here. I'm sure you've realized what's going on," Coin replies.

"Um... Yes Madam President, I think the entire country knows what's going on at this point. The question is, what are we gonna do about it?"

She shakes her head grimly, "At the moment, there isn't much we can do."

I drop my jaw and give her a blank stare of disbelief. "What are you talking about? We have control over most of District 4 at this point, lets just launch a damn invasion and take control of that area!"

"It's not that simple I'm afraid..." She says.

I'm outraged! "What isn't that simple? We have four Victors over there that have risked their lives for this Rebellion several times now, and you're not willing to try and rescue them?"

She glares at me before using her eyes to indicate I should follow her off to the side for a more private conversation, so I oblige. "Recall Haymitch, that it was under their own suggestion that I let them go on this joyride rescue quest to save another Victor. I did not want them to go, so don't act like I'm some criminal for not wanting to go get them."

"Who cares who's idea it was?! I care about them! Their lives! Not to mention the lives of two of your soldiers, a member of your propo team, and yes, another Victor by the name of Annie Cresta who is a lovely young woman."

"I'm sure she is... But look at the grand scheme of things here Haymitch," she says using her thumb to point back at the screen. The group has all managed to survive and take refuge in a cave. They are save, for now. That gives me very little comfort. "They can survive. They can do this."

"You want them to stay there?! You want them to continue fighting against who knows what, just because they've survived the Games before? Clearly, you've never been forced through the hell that is a round of the Hunger Games. And with this round being one in which the odds are stacked heavily against them, this conversation is bordering on ridiculous. We HAVE to go get them, Madam President. There is no other option!"

She shiftily glances around us and whispers so quietly that only I can hear, "We will Haymitch, don't worry. They won't die. Do you think I'd really let the Mockingjay die? But think about the public support we can drum up by letting these Games go on a little longer... Let them get into a fight or two with the Careers. They are in the Games, aren't they? So... let them play for a little while, won't you?"

I look at her in complete and utter disgust. She is using them for her own gain. For the furthering of her Rebellion. I'm quite certain that if I'd had any alcohol in my system I'd be throwing it all up over her face right now. But she is the President. If she won't do anything, or let anything happen, what can I really do? No. I refuse to accept that. I glare at her dead in the eye and say, "I'm giving you 24 hours Madam President, before I take matters into my own hands. If they don't get into a fight with the Careers that you deem suitable enough to use in a propo, I do not give a flying fuck. I will get them myself if I have to, and you will not stop me. 24 hours Madam President, that is all you get."

She is clearly taken aback by the idea of someone giving her an order. "Don't you see the bigger picture? Don't you get that we're all playing the same game here?"

"No. I don't believe that we're playing any sort of game here. Not when it comes to life or death. Not when it comes to life or death for Katniss and Peeta," I say standing my ground.

"Why do you care so much about them Haymitch?" She asks.

I give her a very quizzical look. What could she possibly mean? Why do I care about the only people I have left in this life that I care about? "Because I love those kids. They are as good as my own kids. And if you think for one second that I'm gonna let you risk their lives to further your own personal political agenda, you've got another thing coming to you," I add with increasing intensity and defiance dripping from each word. "24 hours, Madam President. Or I'll be putting together a team of my own to go and get them, and that is a promise." With that, I turn my back to her and leave without another word.

Katniss

Even after everything that has transpired today, being held by Peeta gives me a sense of calm that I never thought possible. Even in the darkest hours, he is able to be my shining light. My warmth. My strength. My solace. I fell asleep for a little while, but I couldn't stay asleep for long. Not with everything that has happened. I feel Peeta stir beneath me as I lay on top of him, and the beautiful, deep, blue eyes that brighten my life flicker open.

He smiles and says, "Well hello there."

"Hey, how'd you sleep?"

"Considering it's still dark out, I'd venture a guess to say not very well," he says.

"I can roll off of you if you want to try and get some more sleep," I say.

"No... That's ok. Someone needs to stay awake and protect you," he says with a charming smile.

I blush and give him a quick kiss. "You are always looking after me... But we're both always looking out for each other, and I think that's why our relationship works so well. That, and you don't look half bad," I say teasingly.

"Yeah... You're beautiful, I guess." I playfully bite his lip before pulling him into another kiss. It's surprising to me that I'm so interested in kissing Peeta at a time when we could get attacked, literally at any given moment. He abruptly pulls out and asks me something that throws me completely off balance. "Do you remember Kohl Splitter?"

Kohl Splitter was a a big, rude, troll of a boy we went to school with back in Twelve. He was a bully, and the leader of a group of kids that made it their life's mission to beat up on weaker kids. I caught Splitter beating up a boy in Prim's year once, and that was all I needed to see to know he was a complete ass. But his parents were some of the wealthiest people in all of District Twelve, so the teachers never really had any control over him. "Um... Yeah. Why?" I haven't seen him in Thirteen, so I'm pretty sure he was killed in the bombings. Got what he deserved if you ask me.

Peeta smiles hesitantly, "I don't know if you remember this, but about a week before our first games, him and I got into a huge fight."

I vaguely remember this. But to be honest, I was very much a loner during our school years, Gale and Madge were really the only people I hung out with. In contrast to Peeta, who was easily one of the most popular kids in school. I'm surprised he never sees any of his old friends, because I'm sure I've seen some of them in Thirteen. "What does he have to do with anything Peeta?" I ask as I seductively trail a finger across his chest, gazing at him longingly as I try to pull him into another kiss.

But he stops me, "Just listen, ok?" He asks so gently in a way that only Peeta could.

I smile and nod. "So why did you guys fight?"

He shrugs a little bit, "A lot of reasons I guess. We never really liked each other very much, but he pushed it too far one time..."

I ponder for a moment what in the world could make Peeta, of all people, get violent... And then it hits me like a brick wall. It's so obvious. Me. "What'd he say?"

His jaw clenches for a moment before it relaxes. "He started saying how he was going to volunteer for the Games that year, and how when he came back he'd make all the seam girls in our year his own... personal groupies." It was well known that many girl's in the seam dreamed about getting together with a victor should they ever make it out of the Games. The horrible conditions we lived in, many just hoped to get out of them. Attaching themselves to a victor seemed like the easiest way.

Peeta is clearly using more pleasant language because he's in my presence. "Is that all?"

He sighs, "No. Once he saw me listening in, he looked right at me and said, 'And just for kicks, I'll be sure to rub it in Peeta's face when I'm sleeping with that Everdeen girl...' And you can imagine how I took that."

I smile sadly at him, still resting my body on top of his, "Not well."

He chuckles a bit. "Nope. I got right in his face and told him he was so ugly that no girl would ever want to sleep with him, especially someone as beautiful as Katniss Everdeen. Let alone the fact he was so out of shape he'd never make it past the bloodbath in the arena. Haha. That was enough for him to throw the first punch."

I laugh. "You would. Did you win?"

He scoffs, "Seriously? You think I'd lose a fight against Kohl Splitter?"

We're both laughing now, "No..." I peer up at him and give him a curious look. "Peeta, not that I don't like hearing about you're amazing fighting skills, but why did you tell me this?"

He smiles, "Because I've always been looking out for you. Not just with the bread. You can ask anyone we went to school with, if anyone said anything bad about you or the seam, they had me to answer to. And considering I was the best wrestler in the school, no one really did."

I am touched. He really has always been looking out for me. Without even knowing me, without ever really speaking to me except for that day with the bread, he was always looking out for me. I grab his head from behind and pull him into such a deep kiss, it is the best I way I can think of how to properly thank him. The only way to thank him for his love for me is to show him just how much I love him. In between kisses I look at him as our noses graze and say, "I love you Peeta. So much more than I ever thought possible." He smiles and looks at me in awe as if he'd never thought this moment was possible.

I am about to lean in when we are interrupted by a soft voice, not the annoyingly pestering one of Johanna. "That is so sweet," I lift my head up to see that Annie and Finnick had been listening in on our conversation. Both are grinning widely. These are the first words I've ever heard out of Annie's mouth. Annie truly is beautiful and lovely, if somewhat bedraggled. She has flowing brown hair with sea green eyes. Her eyes are matched only by the beauty of Finnick's. "You two really are an adorable couple," she adds. "And to think that Finnick here didn't believe in your love story when you two came out of the Games together..."

I sit up and lean back against Peeta's chest and my eyes meet with Finnick's. He smirks and shrugs. I remember when we first met at the opening ceremony of the Quell, he pretty much dared me to tell him that Peeta and I weren't really in love. Maybe at that time we weren't, or at least I wasn't. But then again, maybe I was... Maybe I just didn't want to see it. "Thanks Annie, you guys are pretty damn cute too. Now maybe we won't be the only couple people gawk at back in Thirteen," I say jokingly.

"If we ever get out of this mess," Annie says gloomily.

"Hey, we're gonna make it out of here Annie, don't worry," Finnick replies confidently. "This isn't the first time I've had my back against the wall when dealing with Careers before."

"What do you mean?" Peeta asks as he strokes my hair.

Finnick laughs a little bit, "A story for another time, perhaps."

"Finnick, it's the middle of the night and we're stuck in a cave together. Is there really a better time?" I ask.

He laughs. "Fair enough Katniss. Well everyone, strap in. It's quite the tale..."

Finnick

"Well, back in my first games, I was part of the Career pack. Remember, I'm from District Four. While I didn't volunteer like many other kids did, just based on where I was from I aligned with the Careers. I think they let me in just because I was friends with Atlantia, who was the female tribute from Four in my year. They probably figured because I was young, I was weak. I certainly made them pay for it..." I trail off.

Annie gently rubs my back, "Hey, it's ok," she says calmly.

I smile, "I know... Alright, well as I was saying, I was part of the Career pack. Atlantia Valois was a family friend, and a few years older than I. We agreed that we'd stick together till the end, regardless of what happened in the arena... I thought that she meant it. We were about two weeks into the Games, and I don't know if you guys remember, but the arena that year was a coastal theme, which certainly played to my strengths, but there was only two groups left. The careers, of which there was only three of us left, and the other three or four tributes. One night when it wasn't my turn to guard the camp I had closed my eyes and almost fallen asleep when I heard Atlantia talking with one of the District Two tributes, I think his name was Tarkin or something stupid like that. They were talking about how they were gonna kill me the next day. Atlantia said that because I was so quick that the only way they were gonna catch me was if they kept me away from the water and in the highlands, and they'd have to surround me..."

Katniss and Peeta are paying very close attention, and I notice that Johanna has stirred as well and is sitting up. She yawns, "I've heard this one before. Keep telling it for the kiddies though," and Katniss shoots her a glare. It's funny when those two are together. While at first they seemed to despise one another, now they are two playful young woman... That still bicker like two young woman do. I chuckle a bit at this before continuing.

"I didn't sleep at all that night for fear of what would happen. In hindsight, it probably would've turned out better if they'd just killed me then instead of talking about it. Regardless, I was really worried. Between the two others they were both bigger and stronger than me, and far more experienced at killing than I was. At that point I'd probably only killed two tributes, while they'd each relished in their many kills. They told me that it would be best to move inland a little bit because the others would be expecting us to stay near the water, and I knew this was where they were gonna try and do me in. In my head I was trying to formulate a plan, I only had a spear and a couple throwing knifes. Tarkin had a sword and shield, and Atlantia had a mace, nothing seemed to make sense, it was like the adrenaline rush of facing death was blinding me before death was even upon me. I thought I was done for... Yet fate stepped in, and the odds surely must have been in my favor when Mags was given to me as my mentor."

"She sent you the trident and nets," Katniss says. I nod. "I'm pretty sure that must've been the most expensive sponsor gift in the history of the Games."

"Close to it," Peeta adds. "That feast Haymitch sent us in our first Games must've cost him a pretty penny," he says sarcastically with a smirk.

"Mags was paying close attention the night before, and she must've worked her ass off to pull enough strings together to get me that trident. She knew as well as I did that if I got my hands on a trident," I pause clinking my custom designed trident I have right now against the wall of the cave, "I'd be damn close to invincible."

"She was right," Katniss pipes in. "I don't know if I've ever seen such a bloody display of ruthlessness."

"Hey, who's telling the story, huh?" I respond playfully. Katniss just rolls her eyes. "Anyways, when that silver parachute came out of the sky, it was like hope was reborn inside of me. I think the other two didn't kill me right then and there because they were interested in what they could steal from my lifeless corpse. As soon as I opened the package, I knew what I had to do. I tossed the net over Atlantia to stall her and shoved my trident right under Tarkin's chin so that the blades came out of his head on the other side... It was gory, and I'm pretty sure I lost a part of myself in that moment. But I had to stay alive..." I feel a tear trickle down my cheek and I sniffle a little bit. "I may have looked ruthless in those Games, but I was affected the same as any Victor. It broke me inside to have to kill innocent people. The only thing that made this any better was that Tarkin was no innocent man, like many careers he relished, even enjoyed killing the other tributes, and I'm sure he would've enjoyed killing me."

"Reminds me of someone we know and may have to deal with again..." Katniss says trailing off.

Peeta looks up at the rest of us and says quite simply, "Cato."

I nod. "Cato was - or is? - the exact same type of Career tribute as Tarkin was. It takes a special kind of darkness to create what was inside the minds of those two... Anyways, once Tarkin was dead, I turned my gaze upon Atlantia. She was screaming under the net, begging me not to kill her, she was shouting how I was going back on our deal, how rotten of a kid I was and how everyone in Four was going to hate me... I quickly retorted that I'd heard everything she said the night before. I saw desperation flash through her eyes as all of a sudden she was apologizing profusely and saying how she didn't mean any of it. For a minute I actually considered letting her go, hoping one of the others would get her somewhere in the arena. But I realized that if I did, it was still going to end up as a showdown between me and her. The others would have been no match for either of us. So I did what I had to do... Our parents never spoke again after that."

An eery silence fills the air before Katniss speaks, "I'm so sorry Finnick..."

I shrug it off. "Don't be. It's in the past. But I know you two had your fair share of problems with the careers in your year... So did I. And I was one of them!" This elicits a giggle out of Annie. Oh how I've missed hearing that lovely laugh of hers.

I'm about to lean in and give her a kiss when I hear Johanna scoff. She has a way with doing this at the most inopportune times. "Well you know Finnick, not everyone was so lucky to be a part of the Career pack..."

I turn and eye her carefully, "No, you're right. Some of us were smart enough to not join a pack at all and pretend to be a weakling."

"Not everyone enters the arena with the physical abilities that you have,"

"Yeah well - " I am about to give her another quick and snappy response, but I'm cut off by Annie.

"Can we not fight? We're all in this together, and we really shouldn't be fighting," she says quietly.

I smile and give her a quick peck on the lips. "Yes you're right my love... I'm sorry Johanna."

She just rolls her eyes, "It's fine..."

"Johanna, why don't you tell us about your first games?" Peeta asks.

She doesn't respond right away and glances around the room before saying, "I don't know. None of those memories are exactly pleasant for me."

"I don't think they're supposed to be pleasant," Peeta says, "But come on this is bonding time here, we're all sharing.

She rolls her eyes again, but with a smile on her face this time. "Oh alright..."

Johanna

"Obviously you guys all saw my games, so you know what happened. I was 16, but I had the body of a twelve year old. I was a stick, with next to no muscle on me. My mother was so downtrodden on my chances that when I left, she had already given up hope that I'd come back..."

"Well that was dumb of her," Katniss says with a smile. I'm sure she's just trying to prod me along.

"Yeah, well I had a plan. My mentor was an idiot without a doubt, because she didn't even bother discouraging me from heading into the bloodbath, but I wasn't gonna listen to her regardless of what she told me. I made an alliance with the boy from my district, Draco Stassi, a lump of a boy but as strong as on ox. It wasn't so much of an alliance as an agreement he wouldn't kill me unless I was the last one left. I did team up with the girl from District Ten, Raylessi I think her name was, very cute girl, and she knew a lot about survival skills. She taught me a lot during training about what plants to eat, how to make traps, and in turn I taught her a little bit on how to hunt," I explain to everyone.

"I vaguely remember that," Peeta says. "I think Caesar talked about how you two were nimble enough to just live amongst the trees should the arena provide them for you."

"Yeah well," I continue, "we weren't that lucky. The arena that year was a frozen tundra. Being from the colder parts of District Seven, I was able to manage my own, but many weren't so lucky. The bloodbath happened, and I wisely avoided it with Raylessi, but Draco went in. He didn't die there, but he died from hypothermia shortly thereafter. He got a gash on his arm during the fight and didn't make it. But not a lot of people did that year. It was subfreezing temperatures the whole time, luckily I was able to steal a backpack with a sleeping bag in it, so I was set. And considering it snowed every damn day, access to water was never a problem."

"When did you start your helpless child routine?" Katniss asks.

"Instantly. As soon as Draco died, I made it seem like he was going to be my protector and I was gonna be doomed. I even convinced Kaylessi. At one point the careers found us and killed her, and I began wailing and crying like I never had before. I was in hysterics, I was uncontrollable, and I was weaponless. I think I must've guilted them into not killing me. I remember one of them laughing as they walked away saying 'She'll probably just die from the cold, she's so helpless she can't even feed herself!' Truth is, none of us could really find food, not in a frozen wasteland. By the end of the first week, it was just me and the careers left."

"Wow, you made it to the end without having to kill anyone, I don't think I realized that when I watched the Games. That's impressive," Peeta notes.

"Yeah well, we all know what happened next," Katniss says.

I nod gloomily as I retract my legs into my chest and place my chin on my knees as a take a deep breath. "I'd started tracking the Career pack at some point, because I still had no weapon. With everyone else dead, I had to follow them. Luckily for me, Career alliances never end up well. They usually end up fighting amongst themselves. There was five or six of them left by the time I caught up to them, and I caught one of them on patrol around their camp, she'd had a falling out with the others and her punishment was having to stay on guard all night... That's when I let loose the viciousness I had buried deep inside myself. I grabbed the girl's hair and pulled a swath of it right off of her head. She was screaming, which wasn't good for me. Luckily she, by happens chance, had a battle axe. I quickly broke her hand, took the axe and split open her skull..."

"I remember watching that... I had to get up and leave. I couldn't handle it," Peeta says, and he shivers a little bit. "I'd watched the whole Games thinking you'd be able to just survive. I hadn't realized you had the killer instinct too."

"We all do when we're forced to," I say and let that sink in. Obviously we all know that seeing as how we all made it out of the Games. "Anyways, once the cannon sounded, I knew the rest of the pack wouldn't be far behind and I was right. I thought about fleeing, but I was just so over being in that damn arena, I chose to stand my ground. I'm sure it looked suicidal on the screen, meek little me standing up to four careers, but arrogance is probably the most dangerous attribute you can have in the Games, and I never forgot about that one boy who was laughing about me. He was ripe full of arrogance, and I wanted to be the one to wipe that smile off his face. Sure enough when he found me he broke into hysterical laughs, and it wasn't just him, all of the careers did. They couldn't believe their ally was killed by little ol' me. I made them all pay for not thinking of me as a threat..." I pause for a little dramatic effect as I look back up at everyone. "I charged the big dofus first and swung my axe at his shin and then right back down to get his achilles, his leg was messed up so he wasn't going anywhere. Then I took his dagger and shoved it right into the gut of a girl right next to him. Next I took my axe and hacked at another boy's abdomen until I could see his guts falling out of his stomach. At this point, the one remaining career tried to make a run for it, but I just threw my axe at her, it was like target practice back in Seven. She was done. All that was left was the big brainless idiot who was completely immobile... I went to pick up my axe from the back of the girl and slowly walked back over to him. I was covered in blood at this point, especially my face, but what illuminated through it all was the whites of my teeth being shown through my smile..."

"I think we all remember that," Finnick says dryly.

Indeed, it was a look that made me infamous in the Capitol and all of Panem. "He begged, he pleaded, he apologized, but I didn't care. I swung my axe at his face like I would any tree in the woods of Seven... I hacked at him to the point I made sure his mother wouldn't be able to recognize him. And then it was done, and I was the most unlikely Victor."

"Wow..." Katniss says.

I laugh a little bit, "That's it? I open up and tell you all about one of my darkest memories and all I get is a 'wow?'"

"Hey, you're the one who said it wasn't pleasant. I don't know what I'm supposed to say," Katniss retorts.

I smile at her. Even with our verbal battles through witty sarcasm, I am growing to like Katniss more and more all the time. She's still an uptight prude, to be certain, but she's not half bad.

Then Boggs comes into view, "Hey guys, sorry to interrupt this lovely trip down memory lane, but I think it's time to pack everything up. We need to get a move on."

"Why what's going on?" Katniss asks.

"Sun's coming up, which means the Careers will be on our trail very soon. We want to stay ahead of them..."

Cato

"Can't these stupid mutts work any faster?!" I ask indignantly. These damn mutts Snow has provided us are beastly, I'll give them that, but they're stupid. One of them ran itself right off a cliff earlier while giving chase to the Rebels, losing our best chance at getting those - those - little shits. How I hate Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark... I so desperately want it to be me that gets to kill them.

"Relax assface," Brutus says. "They'll do their job. They find our enemies by sniffing out fear. Considering the predicament the Rebels are in, they must be running off of the fumes of their fear..."

"Yeah, whatever. These things are stupid," I snap back, glaring at the giant Cat that walks alongside me. "Go do something useful you damn mutt!" It growls back at me in response.

"Don't be so mean to her Cato!" Glimmer says appearing from behind me. She is positively glittering and dazzling. She's so sexy, if she didn't just try and tell me what to do, I'd be hitting on her.

"Shut up Glimmer, we've got a job to do," I say defiantly.

"Hey, don't tell her to shut up!" Of course Marvel has to pop his big nose into this.

I'm about to shove him to the ground, but Clove steps in before I get a chance, "Marvel, Glimmer is never gonna fall for you no matter how many times you stand up to Cato in front of her, so just shut up and keep your head down." I howl in laughter as Marvel's cheeks flush brilliant bright red.

I'm interrupted by an intrusion by the physically imposing Gloss and his beautiful sister Cashmere, "Hey kiddies, how about you stop dicking around and focus on our job."

I stop laughing and the smile vanishes from my face, but not because I'm afraid of Gloss. "Who made you the leader of this group?" I ask.

"I never said I was the leader, did I? But now that you mention it, seeing as how none of you little twerps even won your Games, I'd say that none of you gets to question any of us," he sneers.

I march right up to him and our eyes meet in a heated gaze. I know that we are about to fight, but we are interrupted by the sound of Cashmere's voice, "Back down you two. Look! The mutts have found something."

She's right, they are growling and hissing as they head uphill, and we all follow closely. "You said these things track by hunting the scent of fear?" I ask to everyone.

"Yes," Brutus answers. "A beautiful new creation by the Capitol..."

The sound of the growls from these giant cats increases with every step we take, and I know that we're getting closer. I see the ridge line which Katniss Everdeen blew up to avoid getting caught last night, so I know that we're close. Just across the way, I can see a cave. What a perfect place for them to set up camp for the night...

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