A/N: So, this was originally going to be The Hunger Games... I changed my mind. That's still several chapters away. First, I wanted to create some backstory for Marvel, and why he was expelled. There is a brief Marvel P.O.V. in his chapter, because I wanted to. R&R, see ya later!

Marvel's Tale

Katniss P.O.V.

Getting back into the swing of school wasn't easy. I still was haunted by the fact that I had murdered other students. However, the knowledge that Marvel, Peeta and Cato were all safe soothed me. Johanna was the other survivor; having aided us she was now in our group of friends. The Career Pack was a lot different now, but so was the entire school. 19 students were dead. We built plaques in their honor, as well as in our honor, the victors who overcame oppression. My film was completed prior to the Survival Course, but I added a snippet at the end of Cato, Peeta, Johanna, Gale, Prim, Marvel and I paying respects to our fallen friends.

Mr. Heavensbee loved my movie so much that he said he would play it at the end of the Closing ceremonies. I thanked him, and he said he was sorry for what I had to go through, and that if I ever needed to talk to someone, his door was open. Marvel had texted me, and said he wanted to talk to me. I skipped sixth hour to speak to him. We sat on a bench outside of the school. "Hey Marvel."

"Hey Catnip."

"So, you wanted to talk to me?"

"Well, yes. It's really important. Can you promise to hear me through?"

"Of course."

"Well, I came here last year. I was… expelled from my old school, Capitol High Prep. Well, when I was a freshman there, I found out I had Delirium."

"Delirium? Like the mental disorder?"

"Yes. Thankfully, I have meds I take. However, the major thing it disrupts for me is sleep. I've never slept well, even when I was a baby. I hardly sleep anymore; the nightmares get too bad."

"Nightmares?"

"Yes, nightmares. Often, they involve losing someone I love, but sometimes… sometimes they're real. I had a nightmare once, when I was 9, in which my mother was going to be killed. On my 10th birthday, my mother was shot by the mafia. I never knew why, until freshman year. On my 15th birthday, my grandmother came to see me. She told me that my mother made a deal with the mafia that went south. I was so mad; someone had murdered my mother. I sought them out, foolishly. I killed every single one of them with my bare hands. I couldn't stop. It was then revealed that I also have a mild case of psychosis. I felt no remorse… I feel no remorse for killing them."

"You've… killed people?"

"So have you."

"That's different. I had no choice. You sought these people out… you killed them in a sadistic game of revenge!"

"Katniss… there's more."

"What more could there be?"

"I wasn't expelled because I killed those men. I wasn't expelled at all."

"Why are you here then?"

"I'm here because I am in the witness protection program."

"The… witness protection program?"

"Yes. You're the first person I told."

"I… I think we need to spend some time apart."

"Please don't leave me Katniss, please!"

"But I don't even know you! Were you lying when you said you loved me?"

"No! Of course not!"

"Still… I'll talk to you later. We need this. Marvel, talk to me next Friday."

"Okay, just… if you do leave me, can we still be friends."

I smiled, and patted his head. "Goodbye, Marvel. See you next Friday."

I left him there, crying. Seeing as I couldn't just go back to Sixth hour, I went back to him He looked up at me, tears in his eyes. "Can I have a ride home first?"

"Of course."

Peeta P.O.V.

My dad wanted me to move in with him. I considered it for a while, before agreeing. When I saw his house, I nearly fainted. It was huge! I met his wife, Sheila. She was so nice and loving; I wish she was my real mother. She was a nice, African-American woman with long black hair, and a face that looked EXACTLY like Halle Berry. In fact, Sheila and Dad had gotten me and Gil each a puppy, because when I was 8 I had asked for one but mother had said no. I didn't even know he remembered that.

My puppy was a black pug, and I named it Glimmer, after my fallen friend. Gil got a German Shepard, and named it Joey. Joey and Glimmer had their room that they shared, which was in between my room and Gil's. Katniss, Delly and Cato helped me move furniture…well; Cato moved all my furniture while Katniss, Delly and I drank smoothies and watched. Katniss, Delly and I painted my room before Cato moved in everything. Including a toothbrush, which he put in my bathroom. My very own bathroom, connected to my room. It was so cool!

My walls were painted sea green on the North and South walls and Kelly green on the East and West walls. Gil had painted his walls orange. Glimmer and Joey's room was blue with yellow spots on it. My carpet was a very soft, dark brown material. I had a TV. on my wall, opposite my bed. On the first night Katniss came to me, I was watching the 007 film Die Another Day with Cato. We were snuggling when she came in crying. "Katniss what's wrong?"

"I just broke up with Marvel."

"Over what?"

"I can't tell you."

Cato looed at her suspiciously. "Katniss, what did he tell you?"

"Everything… things he's never told anyone before. I told him I'd talk to him next Friday, and tell him if we were done for good or not. But, some of the things he told me…"

"Like how he got expelled from his old school?"

"Marvel was expelled from his old school?" I asked.

"Not exactly…"

"What do you mean?" asked Cato.

"If I tell you, you must promise to keep quiet."

"Alright."

"Marvel had to move, he wasn't expelled. He's in the witness protection program because his mother was killed by the mafia and he killed some mafia so they are targeting him. I.. I think I'm going to stay with him. What should I do?"

"Cato, can you come back tomorrow?"

"Of course."

That night, I just consoled her. She ended up staying the night. "Peeta, after all that's happened… I do love Marvel."

"Okay. Then, come back on Thursday. Okay?"

On Thursday, Katniss came back. I told her what we had to do.

Marvel P.O.V.

The nightmares have been really bad this past week. I keep dreaming that Katniss is going to die. I wasn't expecting her to come over to my house on Friday morning at 5:30 am. My "Dad" answered the door, and called me down. Katniss was at the door, with a cake that said go out with me sloppily written on it. I took her in, set the cake down and kissed her.