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Chapter 8:

Prim's POV

Trouble. I wipe hot tears from my face. That's the first thing I thought when Katniss decided to go to the feast. Mother is staring at the screen in disbelief, watching her daughter's dead body being lifted up into a helicopter. I bite back a sob.

I run out the door. Right now, I just need to be alone. I stop right outside the fence where Gale is waiting for me. I run to me and he holds out his arms. I return his embrace and then my sobs burst out. I can see that he is holding back tears too.

"It's okay Prim, everything's going to be okay," he says, his voice quavering.

"It should've been me," I say through sobs. "She should've never volunteered, then she would be safe now. It should've been me!" I am practically shouting now, but I don't care.

"Remember, she still loves you, even in her last moments, she remembered you," Gale soothes.

I do remember, Katniss did love me.

I see Katniss on the screen, watching the District 5 girl grab her pack. I can see a look of envy on her face. She has her eyes set on the backpack and appears to be calculating something in her head.

Then, wasting no time, she dashes out to get the tiny District 12 pack, at the same time as the District 2 girl, Clove. A smile crosses her face, she grabs and knife from her jacket and hurls it at Katniss. Katniss hears it coming and raises her bow up to defend herself. She notches and arrow and releases it at the other girl. She dodges, but it hits her left arm.

As Clove pulls out the arrow to see the wound, Katniss sprints up to the table, grabs the pack and starts running off, right before an arrow catches her above her right eyebrow. She already has an arrow ready and shoots it toward Clove, but it misses her by a mile.

Then before I know it, Clove has her pinned down. "Where's your boyfriend, District Twelve? Still hanging on?" she asks.

"He's out there now," Out there? I think. He's stuck in a cave half dead. "Hunting Cato," Katniss continues. She takes a deep breath and screams, "Peeta!"

Clove punches her fist down Katniss's windpipe, stopping her scream. She looks alert, her head darting back and forth, unsure if Katniss is telling the truth or not. But Peeta does not come, and Clove turns back to Katniss.

"Liar," Clove grins. "He's nearly dead. Cato knows where he cut him. You've probably got hims strapped up i some tree while you try to keep his heart going. What's in the pretty little backpack? That medicine for Lover Boy? too bad he'll never get it," she opens her jacket, revealing an assortment of knives. She choses a silver knife with a curved, glinting, blade. "I promised Cato if he let me have you, I'd give the audience a good show."

Katniss squirms under Clove's weight. "Forget it District Twelve," she scoffs. "We're going to kill you. First you, then I think we'll just let nature take care of Lover Boy. How does that sound?" Clove asks, not caring her answer. "Now, where to start?" She uses her jacket to wipe the blood from Katniss's face.

Clove studies her face, then speaks at last. "I think..." she smiles evilly, "I think we'll start with your mouth."

Katniss's eyes fill with horror and she clamps her teeth together. Clove traces the outline of her lips, carelessly.

I know if this was me, I would've been screaming, but Katniss refuses to. She stares at Clove defiantly and her gaze doesn't waver.

"Yes I don't think you'll have much use for your lips anymore. Want to blow Lover Boy one last kiss?" she asks. I can see Katniss's cheeks puff out and she spits blood and saliva into Clove's face. Clove goes bright red. "All right then. Let's get started."

I try not to scream as Clove uses the tip of her curved blade to cut my sister's lips. I close my eyes and hear muffled screaming. When I finally dare to peak again, I see Katniss with blood dripping from her lips, her forehead, her cut from before had opened up, and from a new gash in her stomach. Clove stands up, satisfied with her work. She takes her knife up again and stares and Katniss, drowning in a growing puddle of blood.

"Any last words, Fire Girl?" Clove asks.

"Prim," Katniss chokes out. "Prim. I-I love you. And I always will." She barely manages to say.

"I love you too Katniss," I whisper.

"Aw, saying goodbye to your sister are you? Goodbye Prim," Clove taunts, sticking out her tongue. She brushes the knife on Katniss's neck, not cutting her, yet. "I think we've had a good show, what about you Cato?"

It's then that I realize the brutal District 2 boy behind Clove, watching the life bleed out of Katniss.

He smiles sadistically, "Allow me," he takes the knife from Clove. I close my eyes tightly and plug my ears.

But that doesn't stop me from hearing the cannon.

So, this maybe my last update until school starts. I'm going back on Thursday. I won't be able to update as much, but I'll go as fast as I can.