Sorry this chapter is going to be short. But a short chapter is better then no chapter right. I don't know what this means but I think its sounds cool so FLAMES WILL BE USED TO MAKE RED VELVET CUPCAKES! If you know what that means please tell me!

Clove`s POV

Escape

A powerful word, a word that does not go over well with me.

Escape

A word I dread unless it is me escaping plunging deep into the forest, not her.

Escape is the word I think as I see the fiery orange hair disappearing into the forest. How did she escape? One second I had turned around only one and then I see this, this monstrosity. The sight of cut ropes and disappearing hair. I let out a breath I did not realize I was holding. Cato for sure will kill me, right when my watch starts she escapes. I sight in frustration before picking up the ropes and throwing them in the lake. I scream and punch the ground making my knuckles split.

Cato climbs out of the tent, still sleepy. He sighs when he sees me on the ground; he still hasn't noticed our missing prisoner. That's when he notices the ropes in the lake. He whips around to face the tree, anger washing all over his face. "HOW COULD YOU LET HER GO" he screams at me giving me a death glare. "Cato calm down" I say through gritted teeth. I clench my hands into fists to hide my fear. "IM GOING TO KILL YOU IN HER DAM PLACE CLOVE" he yells at me, and somehow I believe him so I run.

I run faster than I have ever run before. I run from my attacker, my love and my danger. I run until I am sure he is not pursuing me. I sink to the ground against a tree, letting sobs rock my body. "Some boyfriend" I say aloud, tears streaming down my face. I`m such an idiot, Cato will always be a monster, he will never change. I love him but if being with him puts my life in danger then I won't take the risk.

I watch the sky as the anthem starts to play. Wow I didn't think we went to bed that early, I guess we did. There are no deaths today. I slowly get up to continue walking, to go deeper into the forest. That's when I hear the trumpets; a feast I presume. I don't stop walking, I don't need to go to a feast and see Cato. "Congratulations final 6, I am glad to invite you to a feast. I know some of you may already be turning down this offer, but this is no ordinary feast. You all need something desperately, and we plan to be generous hosts".

Food that is the first thing that comes to my mind. I need food and the easiest way to get that is go to the feast. I ponder the idea of going to the feast. 'Might as well" I say under my breath, I can even take out some tribute while I am there. I really hope Katniss goes, I bet she will. I bet my life that she her important item is medicine for lover boy.

I sight and turn around, might as well go back to the cornucopia for the feast. I start to walk hoping I am going back the way I came. I pass some raspberry bushes and I decide to stop. I am very hungry; I realize I have not eaten since breakfast.

I sit down beside the bush and start picking some berries. Laying them out on the hard earth in front of me. I pick one up and inspect it, well inspect it as best I can in the dark. I decide to just take the risk and I plop one in my mouth. It was a dumb move I know and I recognize the taste right away. Night locks, our trainer made us try these and get all the juice out of our mouths. I spit out all the berries, making sure I don't swallow. I hang my tong out of my mouth and run for water, wherever it may be. I come across a river; it is not flowing wildly so I step in.

I don't let the memories if my grandparents engulf me again; this is a life or death situation. I dive in the water and fill my mouth with water. I stand up and spit out the water; I repeat this numerous times until I can't taste the berries anymore. I shiver and walk out of the water, no blankets to make me warm now. I shiver again, teeth chattering I break into a jog. I might as well right, if it means I might warm up a bit.

I run until my legs fell like jellow. I run until I feel like my lunges are going to burst. I run relishing in the air whipping across my face relishing in the feeling of freedom. Relishing in something that is not true. I am not free! I am trapped in an arena trying to live and to stay sane; obviously it's not working out too well.

I slow down to a jog giving my lunges a break. I love the feeling in my legs so I keep running. I guess I am weird to like that feeling, but I just too. I sometimes relish in pain because it takes my horrible mind away, something that sprinting does as well. I reach the edge of the woods and slow down, I'm surprised I haven't run into anything in the dark, I guess my eyes have adjusted.

What I find surprises me. Cato.

Sorry for the cliff hanger. I thought I would add another chapter before yall get mad for me taking so long to update. Sorry bout that, it's my birthday week, well tomorrows my birthday so I'm a little busy having fun. Not that I don't have fun when I write LOL! So review if you liked this chapter tell me and suggestions or anything so yea thanks for reading.