Okay, I'm awful, I know. And this is a really short chapter, too! Writers block, still! I just have no idea what I'm doing!

But, thanks to hahahahahaHAHAnotfunny, PinkPearlWings07, KeBz0, A Small Voice, Luvurstory, GracieLovesADVENTURE, Josie007 and BlueButterfliesPlayOnMyGuitar. Because reading my story and not giving feedback bugs me.

Sorry its short. Any ideas for next Chapter.

Fang stared. I stared. He stared back. My mind raced with pictures of Fang from twelve, kissing Lissa, beating up a man, kissing me. I compared these pictures to the cocky, arrogant Fang i spent so much time avoiding in the capitol. Neither of them fit the picture of his face when he volunteered with me. At first, i thought he was only doing it to spite me, to kill me, in fact. But could he realy be so sure of himself that he would win? Was it worth risking his life over, just to get one up on me?

I reevaluated the indifferent mask he always wore. His eyes always gave him away. So what did I see in his eyes on reaping day?

My ears rung and my head hurt. The world around me started spinning. I licked my cracked lips but my bone dry tongue offered no moisture. The sun baked down on my bare shoulders, both arm sleeves haing been ripped off and tossed to the forest bed during the fight. But the painful pounding in my head was not from sun stroke or exaustion. It was my way of trying to escape the undeniable truth that lay right in front of me.

He wanted to save me.

First of all, woah? Who would have thunk it? Maybe him and the Iggmeister had a pact, that was so Iggy. That must be it, he couldn't possible like me. Those kisses were just Fang being, well, Fang. Right?

Still, it was insulting that Fang thought I needed saving. I'm not a damsel in distress! I could handle myself. I had made it this far. And on my own. I had figured out the creeping mist. I had avoided Steve! I didnt need Fang, nor did I want him. So then, what possesed me to do this:

Fang still stared at me as I worked on deep pschological issues. I brought my eyes back up to look at him, the same time, releasing the knife from my hand. And, threw myself at him. I closed the distance between us in three long strides, meeting his lips fiercely with my own. Fang stood still for only a second before catching on and gripping me to his chest. His arms snared around my back, bending me into him. My hands tangeled in his hair, then ran down his body, undoing the zip on his jumpsuit. I ran my hands up and down his chest before returning them to his hair. My vision began to blur so I took a deep breath through my nose. My mouth opened when Fang's tongue glided across my lips, then proceeding to explore my mouth. A large mass swept my leg out from underneath me, I squirmed to right myself before Fang caught me. Slowly, he lowered himself and I onto the ground, never breaking the kiss. We stayed like that for a while before we heard it.

A hovercraft descended into the forest sixty feet or so to our right. Some Female tribute was hoisted up, blood dripping from various wounds concentrated on her face. Her neck was bent at an awkward angle. From here, you could just about make out the large 'C' etched onto her jumpsuit in blood.

Within seconds, both Fang and I were crashing through the forest. Having missed the cannon fire, we had no idea how close the killer could be by now, giving them a colossal head start. Part of me wondered, hoped that they hadn't eard us. Unfortunately, that turned out to be a pipe dream. The war cries of the careers sounded from behind us, the pack had descended. I stumbled over tree roots, clumsily crashing through the forest. Next to me, Fang glided on in a much stealthier manner. However, what I lacked in stealth, I made up for in speed and overtook Fang.

Still, the careers managed to come closer, now just a few strides away. Making the mistake of looking backwards, I stumbled, kicking a large rock out in front of me. Fang tumbled over myself and we ungracefully tumbled to the floor.

Well, fuck my life!

Or not.

I fail to differentiate between whether I am extremely lucky or just plain stupid. The rock I had kicked landed straight in a venus fly trap. A metaphor for Steve, where in this particular example the rock is the fly. I scampered away from the edge of the deep fissure, letting Steve do his business. The careers stared on in awe, having caught up to us during the time where my face and the floor had an intimate encounter.

The back of my neck prickled as Star, Kate, Ratchett, Holden and Maya raised various knives, axes, hammers and a bow and arrow to my neck. I jumped to my feet to fasce them head-on. Maya stood in the lead, holding the bow at an awkward position in her hands. You could tell by the strain in her arms from holding back the arrow and the quiver of her hand as she aimed she had no experience. I smirked and move to the side so only she was in range of hitting me. No way would she manged first shot. If I could just trick them into a false encounter with Steve...

Behind me, Fang hitched himself off of the ground. I moved left slightly to shield him from the careers. Why, I dont know. Because at that exact moment, Maya open her mouth to release an excruciating nasally sound.

Bad, right?

It gets worse;

'Fang, baby! You caught her for me!'

Say it with me, I'm a dumbass!

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