A/N: Hi everyone! I know I'm rushing it, it's just I have been super busy, and I hate myslef for fastforwarding. I actually just wanted to get to the actual tournament. :) hope you can forgive me for the trashy chapter! (i've been watching my language lately) HOPE YOU LIKEIT!

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Katnisss' POV: I'm getting tired of all this 'effect you can have' trash. I have no effect. If anything, I'm completely forgettable. A stupid 15 year old girl from D12 that volunteered to win a stupid bet. I move on to the archery portion of the tournament. And this is where I shine. I will advance and win this station, with an easy smile on my face. I go up against the D1 boy, Marvel is it? And I can already tell by the way he picks out the bow, he has no clue what he's gotten himself into. He picks a heavy black bow, that is obviously too heavy for him to hold up properly. I have in my hands a wooden beauty. A slick, mahogany brown bow with a quiver of equally beautifully crafted arrows. Oh how my father would love these. I shake my head, no time to reminisce in long forgotten memories. Marvel strings his arrow and shoots at the target, and he misses the bulls eye by a few rings. A little bit of the audience is actually sneering and snickering. Then I hear shouts above the crowd, and it's the officials shushing crowd. I load my bow, pull back the string and release. The bow quivers as the arrow flies. And the arrow pierces the bulls eye, dead centre. Then the voice of Claudius Templesmith reaches my ears.

"Katniss, you have 2 more attempts to hit the targets."

Then flying target birds are shot into the air. I count 3. I shoot each one with precision hitting it in the eye, and I lower my bow. Then I realize the entire crowd was silent enough that I could hear each one fall. Again. I look to the front row and I see Peeta, Gale, Madge, Rory, Prim and her best friend Lilly. Madge gives me a thumbs up and a huge smile. I can't help but let out a sigh at the sight of her smile. I smile at Gale and Rory, I nod shyly at Lilly and then I wink at Peeta. He gives a light chuckle, and smiles. He nods in approval. Then I look to the rest of the audience and their jaws are dropped or their eyes are widened inexplicably large. Then I look to the score screen overhead. I am given a twelve. It's Hunger Games history. Marvel is given a meager three.

"Thank You, Katniss and Marvel." Claudius says. Then the crowd roars in applause as they yell my name.

"Katniss! Katniss!" They yell. And then I hear a louder voice above it all. And it's Peeta, Prim, Gale, Madge, Rory and Lilly shouting my name in unison.

Lilly's POV: "KATNISS!" I yell along with Peeta, Prim, Gale and Rory (idiot.) I'm completely awestruck with her immense skill, and I can't believe she doesn't understand what she does to people. I sit back down in my seat and watch the other boring tributes try to replicate her skill. They have all failed miserably. Not one of them hit the bulls eye or even came close. I almost fall asleep until Claudius Templesmith's booming voice echoes across the playing field.

"District Twelve and District Two tributes; Katniss and Cato please step forward."

Peeta's POV: My heart quickens as Katniss and Cato are given a large rod for fighting each other with. The officials fill the mat with hurdles I know Cato won't be able clear. Katniss can clear these soft hurdles easy. And she can tell it too. I can tell she's scared but trying hard to be brave by the way her eyes are lit with a mental fire and are shining with ambition. She can be with this. She can win this. Then the voice starts to count down, and so does my breath.

Ten. Maybe she can win.

Nine. Maybe she'll be given a chance to win the game.

Eight. Maybe when she wins, everything will go back to normal.

Seven. Please win.

Six. At least try.

Five. The odds will always be in your favour.

Four. You have no idea.

Three. Always.

Two. You can win.

One. I love you!

Then Cato comes with full speed hurdling towards Katniss, he stumbles over a hurdle, and Katniss dodges out of the way. She trips Cato with her rod, and clears three hurdles with amazing form. She whips around to see Cato stick his rod into her stomach. She tumbles to the floor, and gets up unhurt. YES! She grips the rod with two hands, and the fire in her eyes blaze with intensity. Let the Games begin Cato. Let them begin for real.

Katniss lifts her hands up lets the rod smack against Cato's chest, and he doesn't even flinch. He runs again, pushing the hurdles out of his way, and Katniss flies over the hurdles. She stands on them, and she puts on a knowing smile. She jumps down, and lets her rod fall on Cato's stomach. He flinches this time, and he falls. Katniss takes the opportunity and drives the rod into his chest, obviously forming a bad bruise. He lets Katniss do this for another heartbeat, and he flies up, and his rod is aimed straight for Katniss' stomach. I try to tear my eyes away, but it's too late to drown out the noise of her strangled cry as Cato finishes her with no mercy. Her screams echo the playing field, and the crowd is so silent, you could hear a pin drop. When I look back, she reaches for her rod, and she miraculously gets it into her hands. She takes the narrow part of it, and digs it into Cato's neck. He lets out a cry, and she gets up, trying to finish Cato once and for all. Her eyes are tired, the light dieing down. But they are filled with a new determination that brings them alive. She jumps over the barricade and she lands just in front of Cato. And she smirks. Her voice is raspy from her screams, but she still manages to speak.

"Who can't fight, Cato?" Then she lets the rod bang onto Cato's face. It's all over. She's won. But the cannon still hasn't fired. I look to Gale in confusion, and he has his gray eyes trained on Cato. He takes a soft gasp, as Cato smacks Katniss on the ground. Her head landing with a bang.

Ooooh, CLIFFY! I had a little personfication with the bow and arrow there too. HOPE YOU LIKED IT!