Sorry for the insanely long delay. A bad review made me doubt the entire story, but enough people have been asking me to update, and so I am updating. I was also on a month-long vacation out of state where I couldn't write, but I'm back and got all my ideas straightened out. Hope this is worth the wait…

I wake up the next morning ready for the interview. That was my strong point last year. I don't know why, but I can just come to life in the interview, I become brave, because I know I might be dead soon, and part of my survival depends on getting sponsors.

There are 47 tributes this year, with so many having siblings, especially from the first few districts. Every single tribute with a sibling vow to protect their sibling to the end, gaining much admiration from the crowd watching us, some vowing to murder each and every tribute. One older man from District Three vows to kill with his bare hands, and by the looks of Him, I don't doubt that he can and will do so. Now it is my turn to get on stage.

"Let's all give a warm welcome to Peeta Mellark of District Twelve!" Caesar says warmly in excitement. The crowd cheers as I walk onto the stage. I shake Caesar's hand and sit down, forcing a smile on my face, same as last year.

"So, Peeta, how have you and your girl been doing?" Caesar asks, leaning in a bit towards me.

"Quite well, we are very much in love."

"So it must be hard, being in the arena with her again this year."

"Yes, it is."

"So you had no sibling to bring to the games?"

"No, thankfully I am alone, except for Katniss."

"Well," says Caesar, "We are out of time, Best of luck to you."

"Thank you."

Now it's Prim's turn. She walks on stage like a robot, no expression, not a glimpse of emotion. I want her to smile, please the crowd. It's degrading, but also could be the difference between life and death.

"So," says Caesar, "you are the sister of the Girl On Fire."

"Yes." Prim says blankly

"How does it feel to be here after scraping your way out last year?"

"I didn't scrape my way out. I never wanted my sister to do that for me." Prim says coldly.

"Oh dear, sorry if I offended you. So what is your plan for the games?"

And Prim's answer made my blood run cold

"My plan is to kill everyone until I win these games."

She left the stage and now it was Katniss' turn. She looked shocked as she walked on the screen where the rest of us were.

"So, finally I get to see The Girl On Fire yet again." says Caesar truly happy.

"Yes, here I am." Katniss says."

"What do you think of your sister's last response?"

"Good…I want her to win."

"What about yourself?"

"I'll protect her until the end."

The crowd "awes" in sympathy

"And what about Peeta?"

"Protect him as well, though he is pretty smart and can take care of himself."

Her interview is over and we go back to the hotel.

It's about midnight. Tomorrow we enter the arena. I go onto the roof and Prim is there sitting.

"Hello Prim." I say kindly

"Don't talk to me." she replies.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to be friends. Because if it comes down to it…I'll have to kill you, and I don't wanna get to know the guy I might end up trying to murder…though you'd probably kill me first."

I silently leave. I never expected Prim to be so cold. I hoped her response was for show but apparently not. She is prepared to kill anyone and everyone. And that includes her own sister. I punch my wall in anger. I was whipped too, but I don't plan to kill either one of them in my bitterness. I didn't shut the world away! How could Prim become this over a beating?! There's only one thing I can do to protect Katniss:

I have to make sure Prim gets killed by someone else before Prim kills her.