A/N: um…SORRY! I have decided to not write Katniss because Catching Fire is already in her POV…so… here you go!

Peeta's POV

We have just started our journey to a new part of the Arena. I am in need of sleep , but I am used to being tired. My body didn't need much adjusting once I got back into the Arena. It was stuck like this, ever since my first time in The Games. It's hard to remember when sleep came easily. It's even harder to remember when I enjoyed the sweet escape of dreams.

"Peeta?" Katniss asks. She is in front, leading us. Beetee, who hasn't been quite right since we lost Wiress, is in his own little world in the middle of the group. Johanna and Finnick were having a conversation, walking slowly at the back. But now Finnick was falling behind. He looked scared, and lost. Like a young Beetee.

I speed up a bit to catch her, but it's hard with my leg. "Yeah?"

"When are we going to get out of this?" She whispers.

"Of what?"

She glances over her shoulder. "We can't stick with them forever. We are going to need to get out sometime." I glance back at the others

I know she is right. If we want to survive, if I want to get Katniss out of here, we can't put our lives in other peoples hands. I promised Haymitch. And I know Katniss did the same.

But deep down I knew who Haymitch needed and wanted to get out of the Arena. Katniss. She had more power, more strength. She was more valuable in a place like Panem. She had Prim. Prim needs her.

I had no one. No one needs me.

"Lets stick with them for a bit longer. The more we let them get rid of the less we have to do ourselves." I tell her. She looks concerned and I know she is only thinking of ways to get me out of this Arena. "Katniss, I know what you promis-"

"Peeta, I can't... I have to get you out of here." She interrupts. Her eyes look wet but she would never cry. She wouldn't let the Capitol see her weakness. She wouldn't give Snow the satisfaction.

"No, Katniss. Listen to me. You are getting out of here. I don't care what you promised Haymitch, because he promised me the same thing. And we all know you have Prim."

"You have a family too, Peeta. They need you."

"No, Katniss." My whole body aches just thinking about home, family, and the fact that I will never see District 12 and its familiar faces ever again. I am trying to become okay with it, though. "If you died in here... I would die too. I wouldn't be the same. You, you could have a future." My mind flashes to Gale, and then I realize how true my words are. She would do just fine.

She leaves it at that. I know she is still planning on getting me out of here, but she would never admit it, now that she knows that I would rather die in this Arena then ever live a day without her.

We walk for a while longer, careful. Most of the Arena's dangers are unknown to us. The clock is exact, and we don't know many of the different events.

"I think we should break here," Johanna calls out. We turn to look at her.

"Johanna, we don't know what happens here." Katniss says, annoyed with our location. Johanna lets out a loud groan.

"Listen, Brainless. I can only handle so much of you. Now I want to stop, you know...take a breather. We have walked this whole damned Arena already." She takes a seat right where she had stopped walking. I look to Finnick, who shrugs and drops his items.

Katniss doesn't look happy, so I try to let her be. She needs time to plan whatever she wants to. She deserves that, because no matter what her plans will not work out. We are in the Arena. Nothing is for sure.

Finnick stands and grabs his water bottle. "I'm getting some water." Katniss looks up.

"I'll come. I've got the spile." She grabs her water bottle, as well as mine. Finnick takes Johanna's and Beetee's. They begin to leave and my heart races.

"Katniss," I grab her elbow.

"What, Peeta!?" She snaps. Her eyes seem distant, and I don't take her anger personally. I know she is just as scared as everyone else is.

"Be safe." My eyes flick up to Finnick. I would like to trust him, along with the others. But The Capitol has taught me to fear, and the Arena has taught me how to live.

"Peeta. Lay down, get some sleep, okay?" I nod.

She turns, bow in hand, and leaves. I head over to where Johanna is.

"Hey, Lover Boy." She is laying down, arms and legs stretched out. She is looking towards the false sky, and I wonder what she is thinking about. Maybe she is thinking about the fateful day when her name was first called. Or when she had to turn from sweet to sour.

"Lay down." She pats the ground next to her. I sprawl out on the sand, and try to relax.

"What are you thinking about, Johanna?" My voice is quiet.

"Do you ever wonder what Beetee thinks about?" She whispers about the man sitting down the beach. I have no doubt The Capitol is not showing this conversation. "I mean, they did that to him. They took the brightest person from his district and burnt out his bulb. And now he just sits there and he isn't the same. He isn't even half of the person he was." She clears her throat, and I know she is crying.

"Am I half, Peeta? I don't... I feel so..."

"If you're half, I'm half. And we cant change that." I look at her, and she is still looking up.

"I suppose all of us are half. And isn't it funny how they expect us to function as half of a whole? Maybe thats why they want us dead. We aren't the shinny trophies they expected. We are damaged monsters."

"They want us dead because they created us. We are monsters, but only because they turned us into them." I tell her, and I mean it. I am a monster, Johanna is, we all are.

"Peeta, we killed people. We were just kids."

"They will pay for it... someday."

Silence.

"Go to sleep, Peeta."

My eyes close as soon as Johanna finishes her sentence. I would love to relax, and get some rest, but I don't trust anyone around me. We are dangerous people, who could kill anyone. Victors... we are weapons, created by The Capitol. But lack of sleep starts to affect even me, and I feel myself drift into a light sleep.

I just begin dreaming when I hear Katniss scream.