A/N: First of all, I'm soooo sorry to whoever has read this story, that it took soo long for me to update this. Fear not, though. My written exam is finally over, and I expect it won't be so crazy at school for a little while now. Also a massive thanks to CatoKatnisslova that left a wonderful review. You were right, Cato is from district 2 and not 1. Hopefully that little blip is fixed now :).

But without further ado;

Here's Chapter 2.

(meheh, that rhymed :D )

Chapter 2: Once A Captive...

Seeing as it was the middle of night, straying about in the forest probably wasn't the best idea, but our most dangerous opponents was knocked out dead for a couple more hours. We move with weary caution, making good use of what I now know is night vision glasses. My ears is on full alert and I feel good knowing that all my hunter's sense's been preserved. I move slowly, silently like a lurking cat. Peeta, however, crash through the underbrush with so much noise, he makes me jump. I swear every person and/or animal in a five mile radius must hear him!

"Could you be a little quiet?" I hiss at him. He rears at my tone.

"What? I haven't said a word!"

"No.." I drag out the sound. "But you're making more noise than a herd of cattle!"

"I'm sorry.. You don't have to go completely ballistic." He says a tad bit snarky.

"Just sit down for a second, okay?" What the hell was that sound? It had been bothering me for a while, I just couldn't distinguish it over Peeta's clatter. Peeta sat down a bit to noisily, blurring the sound for a second. It was a low pitched whirring sound that was barely loud enough catch over the regular forest sounds. Where was it emitting from? It seemed like it was everywhere.

A high shrill human scream broke of the sound once more. Suddenly a loud bang sounded. A loud bang that was very close by.

"That was a canon!" Peeta whispers intently. The sound grew louder and it started to crackle. A large red something burst through the trees fifty yards away. A mutt! The sound grew so loud it was impossible to distinguish anything else. The mutt had a lumpy body with tentacles that kept it levitating above the ground. They spun around so fast they were almost impossible to see them. It was they who made the whirring rumble and the crackling sound was from branches breaking under the tentacles.

"Peeta! Run!" From his vantage point on the ground, he hadn't seen it yet. "It's a freaking mutt! Run for heaven's sake!" He takes to his feet and rips his backpack with him.

We sprint for our lives. My conscience is split threeways . One part of it is intently listening for the mutt, another is on Peeta and the last on the ground underneath and on the backpack that's banging on my back. The sound grow fainter. I can hear the anthem start playing overhead, but I couldn't care less, I just focus on running. Peeta is barely keeping up with me. We reach a small stream, that has cut through the layers of mud and rock, creating almost a little cliff. I can see the stream a couple of yards down and throw myself of the small edge. Anything to get away from the mutt. Peeta lands beside me in the cold water. The sounds of the mutt no longer reaches us.

I cling to Peeta for support and breathe. He does the same.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you back there." I say genuinely when I catch my breath again.

"It's okay, honey. You were anxious because of that sound, right?"

I nod, smiling at him. He bends down til our foreheads meet.

"I'm sorry for distracting at the Cornucopia."

"Oh, hey, it's all good now. I've got the arrows now, instead of that dreadful district 2 girl"-

"Clove."

"What?"

"Her name is Clove."

"Okay. I've got the bow and arrows instead of that dreadful Clove."

Peeta hums a bit.

"We should find some shelter." He murmurs into my neck.

"Yes we should." Over the edge of the crevice, I can see a small light through the leaf ceiling. I take Peeta's hand and we go "house-hunting".

A/N 2

Thought I should mention that the mutt is inspired by the malach creatures described in Book 5 of the Vampire Diaries. Those of you who has read the books know what I'm talking about.