I completely rewrote this chapter, and it took forever. So I hope you enjoy this. Review and remember to vote on the poll. I finally have an idea of where I'm going with this story, and I think it's pretty interesting.

I do not own anything besides Hannah, Glight, Juk (I came up with the stupidest names!), and Louis.

I sat down on the street took a look at myself
Said where you going man you know the world is headed for hell
Say your goodbyes if you've got someone you can say goodbye to
How Far We've Come- Matchbox 20

"Wake up sleeping beauties." I heard a harsh voice say. I tried to rub the sleep away from my eyes before I realized I was still tied to the tree. The blonde, muscular boy started to walk away.

"Cato, you know, you could be helpful and untie me." I shot at him.

"Or you could ask your boyfriend to." I rolled my eyes at the boyfriend part. I kicked Louis, who was still asleep.

"Louis! Louis!" I repeated.

"Hm?" He was irritated.

"Could you untie me?" I asked as sweetly as I could. His expression completely changed at the sound of my voice.

"Sure." He smiled as he rolled up his sleeping bag first.

"He's totally whipped." I heard Cato tell Juk.

"Well, they can be together in hell." Juk replied and I could feel my cheeks burn. If only they knew what I could do... I really hope Louis didn't hear what they said.

"Here," He took out a knife and started to saw the rope, "Here's your knife." He pulled it out from behind him. I mumbled a thanks.

I suck with knives.

"Glight, take a hold of 12, and Louis stay in the back." Cato ordered. He was obviously trying to separate us. The one person who's actually nice to me in the Hunger Games besides from Dimitri.

That jackass.

"Come on," Glight took my hands behind my back. I growled at her tight touch. It didn't hurt, but it sure felt uncomfortable.

"You think you're so tough," She whispered loud enough for only me to hear, "But I can tell you something, you're going to die at my hands, begging for mercy."

I rolled my eyes at her comment.

"I can't decide whether to skin you alive, or got straight for your ugly face. That way you won't be able to scream and I won't have to look at it anymore." Mrs. Harlot told me. She tightened her grip on my arms with her right arm and pulled out a knife with her left.

My eyes widened.

She let the tip dance on my skin right before she dug it into my forearm. I could feel her start at my wrist and dragged the edge of the blade to my elbow.

"That ought to leave a scar—" Glight cut herself off. She let go of me.

"What the hell was that?" She demanded, scared.

"What are you talking about?" I had to think of something fast before the others hear her.

"I just- I-I," She stammered, absolutely speechless.

"You're crazy." I remarked.

"I saw it with my own two eyes!" She gaped, still looking at my arm.

"What's wrong Glight?" I heard Cato ask, annoyed. I don't blame him though, I would be too.

"H-her arm just healed! By itself!" Mrs. Harlot said.

"What are you talking about?" I lied. Maybe I could convince everyone she was crazy.

"Stop being a pain, Glight. That's impossible." Angelina stepped in.

"Is that true Louis?" Cato turned his attention to Louis who was behind us.

"Glight is crazy. How the hell is that possible? Maybe a tracker jacker stung her?" He suggested. I swear to god if the cameras saw that, my life is over.

"I swear Cato! Believe me!" She pleaded.

"Here, Glight, come here." He led her off into the forest.

"I never really liked that girl." Angelina commented.

"Do you like anyone?" I asked.

"Well I know for sure I don't like you." Angelina turned around from me.

BOOM!

"Well that's one less crazy person in the group." Cato walked back to us, with a few squirts of blood on him.

"That was the only crazy person in the group." Corrected Louis.

Everyone in the group was crazy, including me. They all have the thrill of killing. Except Louis of course.

"What'd I miss?" Juk came into view. He won't be happy about his District Partner dying.

"12, over here, killed Glight." Angelina pointed to me, and my mouth hung wide open. Of course she'd say that!

"That cannon was for her?" Butterface's expression changed from shocked to angry. Very, very angry.

"All because of Little Miss 12." Angelina replied while holding back a smile.

"You bitch!" I heard him scream before I was thrown backwards. My back was cushioned by rocks and twigs. My eyes were shut and it looked like I was dead. Louis rushed over to my side as I heard Cato trying to calm Butterface down.

"Hannah! Hannah!" He cried. My eyes refused to open.

"Hannah, wake up." Louis took his fingers and pried my eyes open. I couldn't help but laugh. "You're laughing? Juk almost killed you and you're laughing?" He inquired almost amazed. I nodded.

I wasn't the only one laughing. To my right I could see Angelina doubled over in laughter.

"She's a real..." I trailed off, not knowing the perfect word to describe her.

"Bitch? Brat? Manipulator? The list can keep going, just tell me when to stop." He joked.

I laughed. I looked into his sea green eyes which were very common in District 4. I could stare into them forever. They held so many secrets, that I wanted to know. Louis was a complex person, but I wanted to figure him out before he dies. If he dies.

"I hate this." I told him, still staring into his eyes.

"What?" His expression changed from happy to confused.

"This. The Hunger Games. We're stuck in this arena with ruthless killers." I explained. He just nodded, but it looked like he didn't hear a word I said. I stayed silent, but to my surprise it didn't matter.

His lips crashed onto mine. It was a short kiss. Not too passionate, but not too dull. It was a moment of impulse. I was the first to pull away. I couldn't get too attached to him than I already was.

"Sorry." He apologized.

"No, no. It's fine. I understand" I smiled.

"Let's just forget this happened." Louis said, looking down at his feet. I nodded my head, but I didn't want to forget. I wanted to remember because that little kiss will be replaying in my mind for a very long time.

Like on the first day, during the countdown, I felt a pair of eyes on my back. And they weren't Louis'. They were blue, and they were glaring straight through me.

They were Cato's.

The-Girl-With-The-Knives: Thanks for the idea of Mrs. Harlot and Hannah! I never thought of that before.

Just saying, I hope you guys know how much I love the song How far We've Come. It's always on repeat while I'm writing these chapters. Remember to check out the poll back at my profile! Review!

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Obviously without the spaces though. On my tumblr I'll probably do like alternate chapters and stuff. For an example, the little details I don't include.

Like I said in the last chapter, I'd like to thank my amazing Beta: Xylia Ren! Now you can actually read the chapters with ease