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The two would have probably slept the whole day through if a cannon fire hadn't woken them up around noon. Lera jumped up startled, wondering if it has happened nearby. Cato, who has lost sense in the arm the girl had slept on, raised his head only to acknowledge what has happened.

- This is Five. – Lera said. It couldn't have been the Twelves, they were together. She turned to face Cato, fear in her eyes. She knew her end was coming soon, too.

The boy next to her simply nodded.

- What will we do?

Lera hoped, no pleaded he would find a decision that wouldn't include her death. She was afraid, she was desperately afraid to die. She couldn't kill him but couldn't die, too.

- I'll tell you what we do. – he bent over her, kissing her passionately, closing his eyes. It was a light kiss, though as he pulled himself from her, whispering only to her, not the people in Panem. – We run away.

The tribute blinked twice, the idea sinking in her mind. She knew no one had heard him, which meant he really thought about it. He really thought of that possibility. She bent towards him, whispering in his ear:

- And how do we do that?

His gaze was at her hands, obviously considering something. Lera followed it and realized they still had their tracking devices that meant the Gamemakers knew their every move which made their escape impossible.

- So? – she asked.

He stretched over, pulling her knife out and showing it to her. Lera gulped, realizing what they'd have to do.

- Do it fast. – he ordered. – Unless…

- Yeah, I get it. – she looked around, not seeing a single camera but she knew at least one was tracking them. Maybe people thought she'd kill him. She had to be quick, just a scratch, get the tracker out and then Cato would do the same to her. If they did it as planned, they would have enough time to flee out of the arena. Lera looked- there were the weapons they'd use on them when they try to escape. Of course they had a plan but it won't work. And they're dead. She was okay with that because she would rather die than kill Cato. Her eyes flashed over to him: had he thought that through? Was he ready to give up his life? He brought up the idea but was he sure?

Lera sighted and looked carefully at her knife. Then she looked at Cato who stretched his hand to her and that sent the clock ticking in their minds. Lera's knife flew directly at his flesh, cutting it slightly. Her hand was trembling and the boy has curled up his hand in fist, his jaw set. When the girl looked at him she gasped:

- I can't. I can't do it.

His eyes locked on hers. In other situation he would accuse her for her impossibility to do what she was supposed to do. But now they had no time. Without saying a word, Cato pulled the knife from her hand, taking it with his left. Then he pointed it at his hand, taking a deep breath and cutting it through. His arm was trembling even harder than Lera's so his otherwise perfect skills with the knife now did a lot more damage than intended.

He couldn't speak because of stress and the pain so he gave the tribute a sign and she handed over her arm. He tried to focus but he couldn't so he just made a cut, pulling the tracking device out. Then he did the same thing to himself, pulling his shirt from his back.

Lera watched as he wrapped it around her hand to stop the bleeding and then jumped on his feet.

- Come on, let's run.

And they sprinted through the field. Cato was still squeezing the knife in his wrist, the blood flowing down his arm. His heart was bumping in his head, adrenalin bursting in his veins. His feet were shaking as was his whole body. He was beginning to sweat and felt he would pass out. But they couldn't stop now.

They heard a slight noise somewhere next to them. Cato supposed they were already here. Maybe they wouldn't make it. Maybe they would die.

Then a ball of fire flew towards them, missing them by chance. The boy suggested in his mind that these weapons were what caused the fire in the wood, the day they found Katniss. Was this why she was running so slowly? Was she burned then?

A second ball flew, burning Lera's sleeve just in front of him. It wasn't bad but it worried Cato nevertheless.

A third ball landed in his feet, causing him to jump and trip. He buried his hands in the ground, scrubbing his palms. He continued to run after Lera, desperate trying to survive.

Another ball hit the bag the girl before him was caring, knocking her down. Cato stopped right next to her, helping her take it off. She was scared, terrified even but it showed only in her eyes. She remained bold as she took his stretched hand and got up, continuing to run.

Cato could feel the blood backing away from his fingers and toes. He knew he would faint but tried to focus his vision and keep his strength. Another ball flew and he barely noticed it. A moment delay and his head would have flown away from his body, burning like hell.

They continued to run until the fire stopped. That meant they were out of reach and out of the arena. Which would lead to a chase by a hovercraft or something. The tributes stopped to catch their breath when they heard a wood cracking somewhere near them.

- What was that? – Lera asked. Cato's vision was starting to turn black so he rested a hand against a tree. This wouldn't help as his blood pressure was rapidly falling from the loss of blood. They both turned around but could see nothing. – Let's get going.

Cato just nodded, unable to speak as his tongue was getting heavy. He chased after her, feeling she was getting anxious. He would be too if he wasn't that tired. He tripped and stood up, continuing to run as his feet were beginning to give in under his weigh.

Then both of them heard a roar and Lera sped up.

- Hurry! – her instincts were telling her it was something bad. Very bad.

- I am. – Cato tried to say but nothing came out of his mouth. Instead darkness covered his sight and he fell on the ground unconscious.

Lera heard him fall and stopped for a second. She saw he was not getting up and sat down next to him, taking his head in her hands.

- Cato, wake up, Cato.

He seemed to have heard her as he opened his eyes only to see a group of giant dogs surrounding them.