GLIMMER POV

I didn't like the way that Johanna was treating everyone. She was such a bitch. Not sometimes, but all of the time. For no good reason. I wished that I could be there so that I could give her a piece of my mind.

I also didn't like the way she was staring at Cato, like he was a piece of meat. I couldn't tell whether she was plotting to kill him or if she thought he was attractive. She was 21 years old. She was too old for Cato. He was already 18. I mean, I guess the difference wasn't that bad. But I had nothing to worry about. He loved me, not her.

I sat with Prim and Rory, watching Johanna and the love of my life arguing on the screen. I'd been spending a lot of time with them. I supposed they looked up to me, as a motherly figure, since both of their mothers were dead. My parents were dead too, killed by President Snow. I knew what basically having no one left felt like."Where the hell are you going?" Cato demanded.

"You don't tell me what to do," Johanna hissed.

He narrowed his eyes at her. He looked like he was ready to snap. Like he'd snap her neck on the spot, like he had a year ago. He had that look in his eyes, but I wasn't there to calm him down. I didn't know what he was about to do.

He glared at her for two seconds or so. "If you want to get yourself killed, then be my guest," he said icily. "Where do you think you're going without a weapon, 7?"

She snatched her axe off of the ground and continued into the night without another word. Cato yelled in frustration, picking up his machete before stabbing an innocent tree with it.

CATO POV

I'd never felt so disrespected in my life. I couldn't stand Johanna. She was a nightmare. Everyone was already stressed as it was. We'd already lost Cashmere and Wiress to other tributes, whom I killed in turn. I figured Johanna was, in a way, relieved that she'd no longer have to hear her say, "Tick tock. Tick tock." Though if it hadn't been for Wiress, we never would've realized that the Arena was designed like a clock. More of us would probably be dead, I realized. I wondered how Gloss felt about losing his sister. I felt awful about it, which is why I was the first person to jump at avenging their deaths. Besides, I had a lot of anger bubbled up inside me anyway.

Within a few minutes, the cannon fired once. Then I heard screaming. Johanna's screaming to be exact. Then that's when we saw her come into view, followed by some strange white fog. "Run!" she shouted. Everyone scrambled to grab all of the supplies and weapons. We made it away from the fog just in time. But Mags was slow. Too slow. She fell and could barely get up. Finnick rushed to her aid, followed by Peeta. Peeta was exposed to the fog, making him go limp. I ran to him, throwing him over my shoulders and continued to run.

Mags fell again. "Just leave me," she told Finnick. "It's okay."

I knew that it was hard for him because when he finally caught up to me, I saw tears in his eyes. The cannon boomed. Once for Mags and another time for some other tribute that wasn't with us. They must've gotten caught in the fog too.

We got to safety a moment or so later, after the fog no longer pursued us. I put Peeta down in exhaustion. I was strong, but Peeta was still sort of heavy. I panted, still catching my breath. Then Johanna came toward me. "What do you want?" I snapped at her.

She crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes. "Nothing at all," she started walking away. "Not yet," I heard her mumble. Did she like me or something? Is that why she always seemed to want to pick a fight with me? If she wasn't fighting with me, then she was fighting with Katniss. To be honest, I wouldn't mind feeding her to the mutts. I mean, what did she have to contribute but a nasty attitude and misery for us all?

Finnick looked more shaken than usual. He'd been that way since the day we'd heard the screams. "You okay, man?" I asked.

"No," he admitted. "That voice we heard… that was Annie."

"Annie?"

"The woman I love."

"I'm sorry," I said. "But she's okay. She's safe. Isn't she?"

"Yes. But what if I end up getting killed? I just feel like since we've been in the Arena, that everything has been going terribly wrong. It's so overwhelming."

"I get it. I have Glimmer to get back to. I know what it's like to have your doubts. Shit, I've been in these Games twice, back to back. Except this time she's safe. I'm grateful for that. You should be too."

"You're right," he said, fighting back tears. "It's just difficult. I'm supposed to be strong. But I can't be that guy."

Peeta cut in. "You're not supposed to be anything, Finnick. You're who you allow yourself to be. Having feelings and expressing them doesn't make you weak. In fact, it can make you stronger."

I continued. "He's right. I've completely changed from who I was a year ago. I guess you can say that I'm 'softer' now," I said and laughed. That got a smile out of Finnick, even if it was tiny. "I used to be terrible. Because of the way I was brought up. Training at the Academy all those years made me kinda crazy, I guess. It made all of us kinda crazy. Me, Glimmer, Cashmere, Gloss… even Marvel and… Clove."

"Do you ever miss her?" Finnick asked. "Clove?"

That was a question I didn't expect to be brought up. I never talked to anyone about Clove. I wasn't sure if I wanted to start now. "I used to have these nightmares about her. I think it was because I felt guilty about letting her die. I was in the bushes when Tresh killed her. But I did nothing. I didn't protect her. I protected Glimmer instead, because I love her."

Finnick and Peeta both smiled. So did I. The Arena didn't get too many smiles out of you if you didn't have some sort of alliance, which was understandable. Why would you have any reason to laugh if you were on your own?

GLIMMER POV

I smiled as Cato said those three words. Even though they weren't said directly to me, it made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. He still loved me, despite everything with Gleam. He nearly ruined my whole relationship. Like I'd actually take him back after that, I thought. I'd worked too hard on my relationship with Cato to throw it all away. I mean, just a year ago we were quite literally fighting for love. If it wasn't for love, we wouldn't be where we were today. We'd probably both be dead. I knew that I couldn't live without him and that he couldn't live without me in his presence.

I found out that I was pregnant, for real this time, from the doctors in District 13. I was about two months along. I'd been wondering why my stomach looked the way it did. I was still small, but my stomach had a small bump. I was excited and I knew that Cato would be excited too, once he came back to me.

I checked my arm for my schedule. Apparently, there was a meeting. I sighed and went to the meeting room. Everyone, who was involved in the Uprising, was there. "What's going on?" I asked Coin.

She rolled her eyes. She didn't seem to like me at all. She didn't even bother to answer my question. People always liked me. The girls back at the Academy pretended to hate me, but they couldn't no matter how hard they tried. Most of them were just jealous because Gleam and I were an item at the time.

Everyone seemed to be in the room, sitting in designated seats. Prim and Rory weren't here, which was understandable since they were too young. They hardly understood anything as it was. "The mission will be carried out in approximately one hour. Those of you who are going, meet back here in an hour and we will board the hovercraft. We will rescue the tributes and bring them back here to safety. Then we will carry on to Phase Two."

How'd you like this chapter? Was it satisfying? I think it was okay. But I'm slowly starting to get writer's block. Blah. Any suggestions? I'll take prompts in exchange for the chapter being dedicated to you :)

Also, if anyone is interested in Kingdom Hearts and/or Final Fantasy, I intend on writing a crossover fanfiction with several character from each series. How does that sound?