I'm shivering by the time night falls. While jumping into the water probably saved my life, I find myself regretting it. I could probably freeze from this cold. I check in the pile of food for matches, and spend almost half-an hour trying to find them. When I'm finally able to light the fire, I only get a few precious minutes with it before Cato announces it's time to go hunting.

I roll my eyes and glare at him viciously. "Perfect timing," I mutter under my breath, though loud enough for Cato to hear. He's still pissed off at me, I can tell from the way he looks at me. Tough.

I begrudgingly hitch one of the spare backpacks over my shoulder, and head off with the others into the dark woods. It's silent, like it's just us. But there are people in here, one of those people being Katniss. I fantasize carving her face as we walk through the large forest. I find myself smiling at the horrid but satisfying memories. Though she did kill Glimmer, she also tried to kill me. And these stings already hurt like hell. I'm wondering to myself how I could kill her before Cato when the man himself stride up beside me. I give him a suspicious look.

"Good news," he says. I narrow my eyes even more. What could be good news? But then again, Glimmer did die today... "I think I finished off Loverboy today."

I find myself actually grinning at Cato. "Really? How?"

He grins proudly. "Got him on the thigh, real deep. You were right, you know. He's a little traitor. I caught him trying to help Katpiss. Unfortunately, she got away before I could get to her, too."

"We'll find her," I say in a sure voice. "Then we'll kill her, nice and slow."

"An excellent plan," Cato says. I'm about to reply when I hear a faint snap of a branch. Instantly, my muscles go on alert, and one of my knives is in my hand. I hear the sound of Cato's sword unsheathing. I wait a moment, then there's the sound of another twig snapping. It's nearer now. I try my best to silently prowl through the twig-ridden land. I turn around and the violent snapping behind me, and look threateningly back at Marvel, who instantly recoils. Soon enough, I see him. The crippled boy from 10.

But he sees me too, not long after. Almost instantly, he sends something flying at me. The object slashes across the side of my leg, sending a wrenching, burning sensation through me. That little bastard has a knife, I realize. I snarl, and race towards the boy, who pathetically tries to hobble away. He turns around soon enough to see me fly into him, pinning him yo the ground.

"You're gonna pay for that 10 times over, kid," I snarl at the boy. His face contorts in fear- he knows it's over for him. I withdraw one of my knives from my vest, and twirl it in my fingers as I look at him, contemplating how I should kill him. I have to make it good - this could get me more sponsors. I start by slashing him in the leg, just like he did to me. Only much, much deeper. He howls in pain as blood begins draining from the wound. I smile sadistically. A voice in the back of my mind tells me quietly to end it now, but I carry on.

"Must suck for you," I drawl, tracing the knife over his arms. Marvel and Cato stand beside me, looking intrigued and horrified at the same time. "You know, having a bad leg. You must have known you were dead from the start. Tell me, how did it feel saying goodbye to your family?"

A wave of rage comes over the boy's face. He tries desperately to unseat me, but I've got too good a hold on him. I take one of his wrists, my grip hard as iron, and make a thin cut on it. Not deep enough to bleed him out immediately, but enough to make him howl in agony. I smile again.

Then, fed up with his howling, I suddenly take the knife and plunge it into his throat. Blood sprays everywhere, all over me and anywhere in a five foot radius. After a moment, the canon sounds. I wipe the blood off of my face with a grim smile. Standing up, I kick the boy in the stomach, making him roll over on his back. I wipe my hands off on my pants.

"Let's go," I order, starting off in a new direction. Cato and Marvel are surprisingly silent. They're probably sickened by my little act. They need to toughen up, I think to myself. Then, I remember Tayana's watching. A wave of regret plows through me. What person would want to see their sister do that to a crippled kid? To anyone?

I must look upset. I wipe my face clear of any emotion, trying to calm myself down. Suddenly, Cato's beside me.

"Good job," he whispers, sending a chill through my spine. "I liked watching that."

I brush him off, scoffing. Deep down, this unnerves me. Is this a new angle he's playing for the audience? Sadistic and seductive killer? Well, creepy as it is, it will certainly line up the sponsors for him.

"You could certainly take a few pointers from it," I whisper to him. He stiffens, as if he can't believe what I just said. I smile. Take that. The sponsors must be lining up for me, too. After all I've done in the past half-hour, well, this must be entertaining to say the least.

What would you sister think? A voice in the back of my head echoes. I push it away. I can't afford thoughts like these. Not anymore.