AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry that the last chapter is boring. Oh well. Let's just hope this one is good enough. Sorry it took a long time for me to upload this also. I was busy and laxy and didn't know what to write and stuff. So um yeah.

DISCLAIMER: I did not help make/make the Hunger Games movie. All credits go to the people who made the movie, who helped make the movie, and who were in the movie. Credits also go to Suzanne Collins. There wouldn't be a movie without her book.

The District 3 boy shakes as I put my knife to his neck. Cato, Marvel and I laugh. Stupid boy.

"You should really stop stepping on leaves." Cato sneers.

"He doesn't have to." I smirk, "As soon as I'm done with him."

"W-w-wait." District 3 boy stutters, "I-I can help you."

We laugh again. "And why would we need your help?" I roll my eyes.

"I-I can," he pauses, probably thinking of the help he could give to us, as if we need it.

He continues, "Put some m-mines around your pile of food."

"So?" I say.

"S-so, if someone tries to s-steal your food, they'll b-blow up."

"Into a million pieces?" I ask.

"Into a m-million pieces." I smile at his answer.

I can hear Cato and Marvel talk behind me. I keep my knife on his neck, just in case.

"Fine." Marvel says, "You can join us."

I put my knife back in my pocket. Cato grabs District 3's arm and drags him back to the Cornucopia.

We pay close attention to him as he puts mines around the pile.

I yawn after a few minutes and Cato says, "You can go to sleep, if you want to."

"I don't want to." I reply.

Minutes pass and District 3 is done. We all get ready to sleep, except for Cato, who insisted in taking first watch.

I close my eyes as soon as I lie down, thinking the nightmares would be gone by now.

But they came back to haunt me.

-o-o-o-o-o-

My nightmares stop as soon as I hear Cato waking me.

I open my eyes but I cover them in an instant as the light blinds me.

"Wake up, Clove." he says, "We're going hunting."

"Hunting?" I sit up, "For what?" We have all the food we could have. What could we possibly hunt for?

"The question is not 'for what'." he smirks, "The question is 'for who'."

We leave District 3 behind to guard the food and we go into the forest.

I smile. We are going hunting for the so-called 'Star-crossed Lovers of District 12'.

-o-o-o-o-o-

We hear the joyful chirping of mockingjays stop as we get closer to Loverboy.

He stops and looks around, probably wondering why they have stopped.

We all have smirks on our faces when Loverboy looks back.

"Hey there, Loverboy," Cato sneers, "Where's your girlfriend?"

Cato grabs the back of Loverboy's shirt before he could even run. He pulls him and put his mouth near Loverboy's ear. Loverboy bites his lip as Cato whispers something in his ear. I couldn't hear what he was saying though.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Loverboy says.

I come around them to face them and say, "You know exactly what he's talking about."

"I honestly don't know." he says. I roll my eyes.

"Where is she?" Cato hisses in his ear.

"Who?"

"Stop stalling," I demand, getting my knife out, "We all know that you know who 'she' is."

"Where's the girl?" Cato asks again.

"What girl?" he says.

"Your girlfriend!" Cato shouts, "Now, where is she?"

"I don't know!"

Cato pushes him to the ground, making him groan.

"If you keep playing dumb," I growl, "He'll give you a long, painful death."

"Now, tell us where your little girlfriend is!" Cato snaps.

"I said, I don't know!"

"What did you say to her?" I ask, my impatience growing.

"He told her to run." answers Cato, "Run where, Loverboy? Where?"

"I don't kno-" Cato cuts him off and leans in closer.

"Lying won't help your girlfriend, Mellark." Cato says, "And it especially wouldn't help you."

"What are you going to do?" Loverboy asks, "Kill me?"

"Kill you?" Cato sneers, "Yeah right. Didn't you hear what Clove said?" I smirk at the remark.

He continues, "She said that if you keep playing dumb, I'll give you a long, painful death."

Cato slashes his sword into Loverboy's leg. He falls and screams. Oh how I love the sound of people in pain.

Cato left a big wound on his leg. We all laugh.

"Th-that's it?" he pauses to let out a groan, "I-I thought you were going to k-kill me slowly."

I crouch down and put my face near his.

I tell him, "This is killing you slowly."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry that this chapter is a bit short (and boring welp). D:
By the way, (if I ever continue this)the next chapter will be when Rue... expires, the bombing of their food and when they announce that two people can win the Hunger Games. The one after that (maybeeee) is the Feast. WHEEEEEEE.