(Cato)

I barely dodge the knife - it slashes a little bit on my arm - and ram my shoulder into Peeta's chest. He stumbles backwards. Clove rushes forward with her knife and manages to slice his arm. He kicks her away and she falls back, momentarily stunned.

I pull my sword from my belt loop and start slashing at him. He dodges each one and tries to attack me with his knives. I manage to grab one and I pull it out of his hands and toss it back towards Clove. She could probably use it. Peeta's backing away towards the woods, and I know he's trying to escape.

I lunge and manage to bowl him over. I slam my arm down hard on his throat. He coughs blood on my face, but I ignore it. "Time to die, Lover Boy!" I raise my fist for the final punch, but he knees me in my thigh and throws me off. I tumble away and roll into a ditch.

I get up and see the knife catch Peeta in the arm.

Clove springs out of nowhere and brings the knife down on him. It goes directly through his cheek. She missed.

Argh. She can't do anything right! I grab my spear that was laying by the fire. Clove is stabbing at him repeatedly but only hitting ground. I rush forward.

Just as Peeta shoves her down and gets up on his knees, my spear pierces dead center through his chest.

I yank the spear out quickly and Peeta falls back on the ground. He's still alive, I can tell because his chest is moving, but with a shot like that, he'll be dead for sure.

I help Clove up. She has a nasty cut on the side of her head and she falls into me. I wrap my arms around her to keep her from plummeting. "Clove, are you okay?"

"Just a little cut up…" she whispers. I carry her back to the camp and bandage her up.

"Okay, I'll be right back. Don't agitate your wound." I go back to Peeta and rip the bag off of his shoulders. I open it up. Inside is a thermal sleeping bag, a water skin, two containers filled with water, the bag that had Peeta's medicine in it, another pair of night vision glasses, blood-stained socks with holes in them, and some roots. But no food.

I head back over to Clove.

"Not too much good stuff. But, there is a thermal sleeping bag, a water skin, and two containers filled with water." I tell her.

"Let me see the bag." She takes out the stuff I mentioned and looks through it. "We need to dispose of those glasses. Can't have red-head getting hold of them. The socks are useless. We can put berries in the bag. And I think these roots are edible. Did you get the bow?"

Oh yeah. Why hasn't the cannon fired? Oh well, maybe I can toy with him until he dies…

I grab the bow and quiver that he dropped in his hiding spot and head back over to him. I can see that he's fighting to stay alive, but that won't last long.

"Hey Lover Boy, found your girlfriends bow. Wanna take it with you when you die? I can shoot you with it." I laugh.

"Go die Cato…" He breathes. "You don't deserve to live…"

I aim the arrow and shoot him in the eye. Better than I hoped for. I pull the arrow out, and then the cannon fires. I walk away, and soon Peeta is being lifted into the air. I sit back down next to Clove. "Do you want these? You're okay with them."

"Yeah." She takes them from me and sets them down beside her. Then she turns to me. "You know, I think this will be the last night of the Games. One way or another, we're going to escape it in the morning."

"Yeah." I pull her close. She rests her head on my shoulder. We sit and eat goose until night falls. Then, we put out the fire, slid into the sleeping bag, and soon fall asleep.

The first thing I note is how unbearably hot it is. I can feel sweat on my forehead. I pull Clove and myself out of the sleeping bag. It's a little cooler outside, but it's still hot out.

"Clove, wake up." I shake her. She blinks her eyes open a few times. "Wake up. Let's go down to the stream to wash up."

"Carry me." She holds her arms out to me. I resist the urge to sigh. I pick her up. With both of our bodies close together, the heat is blistering. But once we wade into the stream, we'll be fine.

That's the last thing that crosses my mind when I see the dry bed of stream. Clove hops down and goes over to touch it. "Not even a little wet… They Gamemakers are driving us back to the lake…"

"Well, let's go. I mean, it's just red-head. We can handle her, right?" I smirk. She smiles and shakes her head.

"Cato, leave the girl to me. You handled Peeta nicely, but I want to taunt her, to give the audience a great show since I couldn't with Fire Girl. Then, we get to go home."

"Okay, come on. Let's go." We begin walking towards the lake. However, we don't get far before we see the red mane run past us. My first impulse it to throw the spear, but I freeze when I hear growling. I turn and see wolves glaring and snarling. Clove darts away and I follow as the wolves bound after us.