A split lip and possibly a black eye and a bruised jaw later, I flip Fenton onto he back trapping his arms and legs under my body leaving my arms free
I smirk "You know you're going to have to do better than that"
I punch his jaw, immediately giving him a split lip, he groans
"Want me to stop?"
He just growls, twisting his arms and legs trying to throw me off
"Ok, your choice"
I pull all my weight back into the next punch it lands on his nose
He shouts out and suddenly my back connects painfully with the floor
"You know I was going to wait until the arena, but this way more fun" Fenton sneers, then rears his foot back, then swings it forward three times slamming into my ribs each time, before I get ahold of his foot
I pull his foot upward sharply, causing him to stumbling backwards giving me the chance to get onto my feet
Punches get thrown for a while before I find myself thrown up against a wall and my air slowly being cut off
I claw at his hand, but it just gets tighter
"L...let...g...go...no...no...now" I gasp
Fenton laughs in my face
"Nobody going to miss you, no-one cares, your own mother abandoned you and that little brat, your nothing"
Black spots start to fill my vision, I angrily attempt to spit on his face
"You disgusting BITCH!"
That's when he makes his mistake, as he loosens his grip to wipe his face, I twist out of his hold, driving my elbow into his diaphragm, knocking all the air out of him
Not taking any chances I jump over the couch putting some distance between us
While Fenton is alternating between taking in lungs full of air and cursing, I take my knife out of the back of my jeans
As Fenton starts to advance I hold the knife in a defensive position in front of me, this allows me to be protected while still vulnerable, as mi still have black spots dancing in my vision
"I knew you hide behind that hunting knife of yours, afraid you can't take me with your bare hands, huh, Katniss?"
Growling, I whirl around throwing my knife with such force it embeds itself up to the hilt in the television, sending glass flying everywhere
I spin back facing Fenton
"Oh, you know fill well, I can take you even with my eyes closed" I laugh
I lunge this time tackling Fenton to the ground
I take a swing, but my fist doesn't make it
Fenton catches my fist and twists it sharply, I cry out in pain
He then uses that momentum to shove me to the floor
I get to my feet, only to be thrown onto the the glass coffee table, smashing in the process
I grunt feeling the sharp edges of the glass breaking the skin on my back
I look up at Fenton towering over me, he's panting and clutching his ribs, yet when he sees be watching him, he smirks, I feel rage course through me, I've never wanted to kill someone before, but killing Fenton, will be very pleasurable
"So kitty Kat, giving up already...ummm?"
"Nope, just taking a breather, it looks like we need to switch places, you obviously need a break more than me!" I say smiling innocently at him
Before he can blink, I've pinned him on the shattered glass and managed to collect my knife
He starts to struggle, thrash his arms and legs, grunting with the effort
I place my knife on his throat, drawing blood
Fenton freezes mid thrash and his eyes widen dramatically, I chuckle
"Move even a millimetre and this knife will slice through your neck, like a hot knife through butter, understand?"
He nods ever so slightly
"You really think your going to survive once we get into the arena, I know for a fact that you won't last till the end of day one!" I smirk
"You want to know why, because the careers are going to spot you as weak the minute they see the reaping footage"
"If I can spot it they surely will and they'll eat you before they start on breakfast"
I can see my little speech is effecting him and I can't we the smirk off my face even if I really wanted to
"No matter how many times you tell yourself Fenton that your not afraid of me or going into arena, I still don't believe you, you wanna know how I know?
I raise an eyebrow in question and receive a scowl
"Your sweating, unable to stop you limbs from shaking, your pupils are dilated in fear, your breathing in short, sharp, rapid pants and your swallowing nervously"
"Now I going to get up and walk out of this room and you aren't going to try anything"
I get off Fenton and walk towards the door, I reach for the handle, shaking my head, as Haymitch and Peeta start running down the carriage corridor. It's probably because they've seen the state of my face. I open the door and am about to start explaining when I'm cut off by a body crashing into me, sending both of us down.
"You bitch!" Fenton screams then punches my face, I feel blood trickle down my chin, blissfully unaware of the shouting in the background
He aims again but the hit never reaches its mark and I'm now clamped tightly to someone's chest
I look to see Haymitch shouting profanities in Fenton's face while holding him up by his t-shirt
"Katniss are you ok?" Peeta frantically whispers
"I'm fine, help Haymitch sort him out will you, before his gives Haymitch an aneurysm " with that I shrug off Peeta and head toward Haymitch's room
"Katniss wait"
I just carry on letting the door slide shut between us
At Haymitch's door I pinch my nose, then enter even though I'm sure it's a risk to my health
I gag involuntary at the stench as I feel around under his bed, until my hand comes in contact with bottles. I grab two before hurrying to Peeta's room and stashing the liquor in his t-shirt draw.
Hoping to get the medical room without anybody seeing me, I leave Peeta's room and head for the next carriage, only to be stopped by a pissed looking Haymitch and a concerned Peeta.
"We need to talk" Haymitch demands
"Really because I don't anything to say to you right now" I sigh wanting nothing more to treat my wounds and get drunk
"You don't have a choice, now move it" Haymitch shouts grabbing my arm and dragging me toward the end of the train
Once there he press the emergency stop button, then jumps onto the tracks. Peacekeepers come running down the corridor
"Don't worry Haymitch is just drunk, we will get him back onto the train, ok?" Peeta states rather than asks, they nod then go to continue whatever they were doing
We both jump down and head towards Haymitch
"I'm in deep shit, aren't I?"
"Honestly Katniss, I'm surprised you lasted this long" Peeta chuckles, I try to but end up wincing causing Peeta to stop
"Why did you let him do this to you Kat?"
"You know why, Peeta, I have to act that I'm not particularly good at looking after myself, but thinking about what I just did to Fenton, it's not going to work so well" I sigh, I really am in deep shit
"Lift your top up" he orders
"No, what's the point, I'll probably be ten times worse when I get into the arena and you want be there to tell me to lift my top up, will you?"
Peeta doesn't reply, he just folds he arms over his chest and gives me the "shut up and do as your told" look that he wears when I'm being overly stubborn
We continue to stare at each other waiting for the other to crack. We don't get very far before Haymitch starts threatening us to move or he'll come and get us himself
"We're coming old man, shut up already!" I yell
We jog towards Haymitch and before I can explain he's off ranting
"Katniss, what they hell were you thinking? What happened to not showing your capabilities until the arena? Do you ever listen to me, tell me do you ever listen? You know this kind of attitude is going to get you killed by the careers ? Why am I telling you this you already know, but it's like you think your invincible, well news flash your not, I mean look at your face. You know you could get disqualified from the games? You really..."
I've had enough I cut him off
"I was thinking of defending my father, you know your BROTHER! Also if I had shown my skills there wouldn't have been a scratch on me. Yes I do listen, but only when you don't talk out of your ass, my attitude is just me, I am a career! I know full well I'm not invincible as I'm the one who is currently covered in blood. So what if I get disqualified, that means they'd kill me, well who gives a shit anyway because in two weeks I'm going to be dead anyway" I scream
"What do you mean, your not going to EVEN try and win?" Peeta asks
"No, I'm not Cato's coming out alive, I'm going to make sure he does" I state, levelling them with a glare, daring them to try and get me to change my mind
"Don't be stupid Katniss, he's not going to let that happen" Haymitch states like he's talking to a five year old
"Don't patronise me Haymitch and he will, he doesn't control what I do, none of you do, you should that by now"
I start to pace, thinking how I'm going to deal with Cato later today. I know I'll avoid him for as long as possible, yeah that's what I'll do. While I've been pacing, those two have been muttering to each other and occasionally looking or glaring in my direction. I can hear them starting the train up, so I'm going to have to make this quick
"Right, listen up, I'm not going to repeat myself, it's either Cato comes out or both of us!"
"That want happen" Haymitch spits getting frustrated
"SHUT UP, I have a plan and it WILL work, but I need to discuss it will Cato first! So you have a choice either you can help me or stay out of my way! Now the train is starting, Im going!"
I sprint towards the train that starts to move off and leap through the open door