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"Blood Sticks-

Sweat Drips-

Break the lock if it don't fit" - "kiss with a fist" by Florence and the machine.

~piper pov~

Waiting, like a mountain lion watching for an opening, to strike for the kill.

And this applies, right here, right now. And if I'm off center I'll lose that kill, so I'm playing it safe.

I don't have much to say, nor do I try to explain what is going to happen. Nor do I explain what happened to my hand to thresh.

I could only wait, wait for that time to strike and I know perfectly when to strike, and that's at the feast tonight.

I'm going with thresh, that much is certain but also vulpix is also tagging along. Much to my fear of her getting hurt, but she assured me that I'm the one that needs to lookout.

So here we were waiting, just waiting. For that time in which I'll be set free, all of us.

~ Diana's pov~

Waiting, waiting, so close I could taste it. "Just tonight" I keep repeating to myself. Then things will be set into motion, but that doesn't settle well with my nerves.

Little by little, time chips away making a hole out of an hour, then two, soon six hours have past, and I know they would make there move.

~Maryanne~

I don't try to keep focus on the whole ordeal that seems to go on around me. how do you look at the face on the screen, that same face that you know. And can you watch as they have no choice, no was of contact, a way of hope. I just can't bring myself to look any longer.

I can't look at her, without seeing a corpse, with hollowed out eyes, with tears of blood. Hair gone in places, skin peeling. It haunts me, in my dreams when I'm awake or if I have a moments rest, that image is there.

I keep busy, that distracts me for a few minutes, it shuts down my brain to let me concentrate on the task at hand.

But when there's nothing else to do, its there always there. But I don't dare look at that screen, id rather live with the fake images my mind makes up.

But I can't live, seeing it real.

So I wait, for them to all be over.

~ Piper pov~

The wait is over, time to make the move. And that's what we're doing, three bags, one each.

There's no funny talk, story telling, or the peaceful silence. No this time it's the hunt, the need for the prize and our goals in mind.

We make our way to the kill zone, or the feast if you want to call it that.

But we're no fools, we're armed and ready, multiple plans in case one of us are caught, need help or are just don't want to be alone.

It would start off as vulpix, takes her pack first us on guard, then we shift positions, she would then take guard with thresh as I take mine, then it's thresh turn.

We're covering each other, and we're not going to let anything happen to one another.

All to soon we're there, the cornucopia and there on a platform table, sits our bags along with twelve and district two, we're not taking there's this I explained to thresh.

I need my bag; I need it, for that's the bag Diana sent. And it also contains the needed equipment. But even if I had it, how would I even know how to us it?

That's a problem I didn't think to answer.

We're at the edge of the forest, vulpix scouted out the spot. Enough covering but not enough for us to not get a good look around.

The other tributes will be coming soon, so I give vulpix the go ahead.

She takes a cautious step forward then bolts toward district fives bag, then does a u turn, and comes back.

Its like a tag-team, my turn comes up but I stop in my tracks and come to a stop. In front of my vision katniss has broken away from her hiding place and heading for her bag, I see clove come in for a tackle. I have no time for a warning, their soon on the ground, but they don't see me, nor can I move. I just watch the scene playing itsself out.

Its when clove Is thrusting the knife to katniss throat, and saying how she should start with cutting off her fingers same way with me, then someone runs past me.

And I see the big bulky outline of thresh, ripping clove off of katniss.

He slams her to the side of the cornucopia outer wall.

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO DID THAT!" Thresh yelled from Where he had her pinned.

"NO, CATO, CATO!" clove screams.

"I HEARD YOU, SAYING YOU CUT OFF HER FINGGERS!" he yells once more, slamming her head, again and again onto the metal wall.

I see my chance to grab the bags; I make a break for them ending up grabbing both.

I then see thresh's and katnisses confrontation, he points his finger at her and says in a low tone.

"THIS ONE TIME TWELVE" he says, motioning me to come along, I take a moment to stop and look into katnisses eyes, and giving a nod and receiving on in return.

I then catch up to thresh, and hand him the heavier one.

We make a quick get away; it takes time but we make it back to the field in one piece.

And place our taken gifts on the ground, and just stare at them as we catch our breath.

"You go first." I advised vulpix. She does without complaint, and what lies inside that light weight bag of hers. Was the unexpected, a letter, a simple letter, just one!.

She opens it hungrily, and as she reads many emotions gather on her face, sadness, , love, laughter, and the most breaking hope.

She turns to us, with a watery smile.

"They mentioned you." she said, clutching the letter close to hand, making the ink dye her hand black.

"Really? Who?" I ask quietly, as if talking to a sleeping baby.

"Ohm, mom wants to thank you for getting me this far, and for sticking with me, when I could have been out there alone. So she thanks you!" she says happily staring at the letter, tears leaking from behind her eyes once again.

I then turn to thresh; he opens his which was also one of the smaller bags.

He then pulls out homemade district eleven bread and apple jelly, with cow milk.

"Just like mama, makes once a year." he explains, seeing our amused faces.

"She always, makes this." he said, putting them back into his bag.

Then they turn to me, I drag the bigger bag towards myself.

And unzip it, and inside was my miracle.

I then grinned at them.

"What do you say, we get out of here" I say, vulpix and thresh share an uncertain and confused look.

~ Maryanne pov~

The riot has calmed down now, or at least defeated for now. But I know that they know, it's not over, it would never be over. Always be fighting, always someone on top, always hast to be one way, why can't we live just to be able to live in peace, be who we want to be without the tyrants on top.

I want to live once again, in a world where I'm not scared anymore, not alone, and not terrified to walk out the door.

I just want to wake up, to a beautiful day, children and parents on the beach. Long walks and a good swim, ice-cream, friends, family, long nights sleep without nightmare dreams. I want that back.

I want my life back, but I can't, I'm here, and my old life is way back there.

I have to live here in the now, and I can't change that...even if i wanted to.

"I want finnick." after I thought those words, I shacked my head furiously trying to shake off those childish thoughts.

"No, I'm just missing my friends, when mags and finnick come back things will be fine" she thought to herself.

She walked back to the kitchen completely ignoring the TV to the best of her ability.

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