(Peeta)

The sound of human hitting stone and the sound of cannon fire wakes me. I open my eyes and find the worst possible sight I could see: Katniss, sprawling on the ground, blood flowing freely from her head. There's a few drops on my arm, and it leads me to believe that she saved me. She got the medicine and saved me from blood poisoning.

But at what cost? I kneel down to her, listening for the sound of breath escaping her lips. But I can't hear it. I don't see her chest rising. I can't feel a pulse in her wrist. She was killed.

I can probably suspect that Clove is the cause. I remember that one day that Glimmer told me about her.

"She callously murdered some one from her District during training. I don't know if she's entirely safe. I'd be careful Peeta. Make sure you protect Katniss."

If only Glimmer was alive now. If only she had escaped when Katniss released the tracker jackers on us.

I take Katniss' pack and put everything inside of it. I give her lifeless lips one last kiss, and I don't remove myself for at least 5 minutes. Tears begin to fill my eyes at the thought that I will never get to tell her my true feelings. But, she probably already knew.

I look outside. It's only morning. I should head out. The most important thing is killing Cato and Clove. Then, I'll get Foxface, go home, and live with the fact that I let Katniss down.

I step out of the cave. My leg feels better already. I think I can manage on my own. My only concern is how I'm going to kill Cato and Clove. No doubt they're allied.

I could try climbing a tree, but I'm not like Katniss. I can't face them head to head because even if I could kill one – which would be a miracle itself – I'd surely be dead meat for the other. I'm not good with long distance. The only weapons I have are Katniss' bow and a knife.

I sigh. Why don't I just let them kill me? I can join Katniss in heaven and then we can live together in peace. Maybe death would be a good form of escape…

I turn when I hear branches snapping. It's far off, but I can hear it echoing. That's where they must be.

I set off towards the noise.

There they are. I can see them. Cato has started a campfire and Clove is roasting two geese on it. They're talking quietly, and I can't hear them. Occasionally, they kiss.

Ech. I guess they lived off of that romance, which is a dirty tactic. Good thing Katniss would never do that.

I have Katniss' bow armed and ready to fire. I pull it up to my shoulder. I've seen Katniss using a bow in the Training Center, and tried it myself a few times. I should have good aim.

I pull the string back. Cato and Clove are too busy kissing and whispering to each other. Now would be a bad time to shoot them. When they get more into that romance, I'll shoot Cato. Maybe I can take Clove, and then it should be easy.

They've locked each other in an embrace. This is starting to get weird. Would they go that far, even on live TV? Maybe they're just piling it up for the sponsors? Either way, now's a good time to get them.

I let the string go and the arrow flies. Unfortunately, I had lowered the bow a little. The arrow flies into the fire, sending sparks into the air. It startles them both and they separate.

Then, Clove spots me. "Cato!" she shouts. She points to me and Cato turns in my direction. The very second Cato's eyes land on me, hatred glows in them. He's fast, really fast. He grabs my collar and tosses me into to the ground.

Clove jumps back as I land beside her. Cato is instantly upon me. He's trying to pound my face in, but I can manage to block his blows or catch them. I even land a few of my own.

Haymitch was right. Strength can turn the tide in the fight. I manage to force Cato off of me and shove him away, and then I retaliate with a punching barrage of my own. I think I finally have him down, and then the knife pierces my leg.

I scream in pain and fling myself off. Clove had decided to lend Cato a hand, or a knife. With my distraction, Cato grabs me by the neck. I know what he's trying to do. He's going to snap my neck. I remember Katniss telling me about the boy from District 3 and I punch him in the stomach, trying to get him off.

I can't resist much longer. If I can't force him off, I'm dead. Clove is one thing – she can't snap a neck – but Cato's a whole other level. Then, I remember the knife.

Using my other hand, I pull the knife from my leg. If I can survive this, I'll kill Clove. I know it's brutal, but still.

I jam the knife into Cato's stomach. He shrieks in pain and releases me. But before I can turn to Clove, she pounces on me and digs her nails into my skin. I fall back.

She's punching at me, trying to scratch me, everything. I try to stab her with the knife, but she must have had practice with close-range dodging, because I can't hit her.

I can see Cato trying to get up. I have to hurry. I aim for Clove's neck, but she catches the knife between her fingers. Blood leaks out onto my face.

She yanks the knife from my hand and twirls it so that the blade is facing me. She raises it and it comes down. At the last moment, I shove her off. The knife hits just below my shoulder, and it rips as she flies off.

I do roll backwards and then rise to my feet. Cato is up on one knee, and Clove is already trying to stand up. I should flee. But they'd trail me, and with this blood leaking out all over me, staining on the ground, it wouldn't be much of a challenge.

I take out Katniss' knife and prepare myself. "Bring it on!" I growl. Both of them have made it to their feet and are glaring. I lash out angrily when they charge.