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Mystery Voice

by BreadBoy

This story is not connected to Fire Daisies or Panem High.

The songs in this story are not really sung or written by Katniss, but just let it go. She writes them in this story.

Peeta's POV:

"Oh, come ON, Peeta! You wouldn't hit a girl would you?" Clove leaned back, a wicked smile plastered to her face.

"Everyone has a first time," I glared in response.

"Why do you care so much? It's not like Everdeen will ever like you back."

I growled and clenched my fists in anger. My whole body tensed.

No. I wasn't going to hit a girl.

"You're right. What's the use of hurting you? You won't care. It's not like you'll stop doing what you wanna do," I said easily. My fingers entangled and I relaxed.

Clove was stunned for a second.

"Wha-"

"Thanks for your time." I reached in the room for the door handle and shut her out, even though it wasn't my room.

If I wanted Clove to stop, I couldn't hurt Clove. She wouldn't care. And I wasn't hitting a girl.

It would have to go to who she loves.

That hurts more than anything.

Cato's POV:

Katniss totally hung me out to dry yesterday. I was really mad at her, but just as Marvel opened the door to head out, I caught a glimpse of her.

Unconscious.

In Mellark's arms.

So I decided to let her go, she's probably sick or something. Marvel was still out, and I was figuring out how to approach Katniss again.

Maybe some flowers, I thought.

No, maybe a get-well card?

Just as I was settling for the card hidden in some roses, damn Mellark knocked on my door. Well, when he knocked I didn't know it was him.

So I opened it.

And the freak elbowed me hard in the gut.

I doubled over.

Another hard one in the stomach.

But I clenched my muscles and stood tall, glaring at the bastard. I slammed his shoulder into the wall and punched him in the face, where the marks would show. And another good one straight in the nose. I knew I got what I wanted when blood started trickling down his upper lip.

"What do you want?" I snarled.

"Could've said that a few minutes ago, don't you think?"

I gave him another punch in the stomach. Seeing him in pain almost made up for mine. That kid could punch.

"What do you want?" I asked again, still holding him by the shirt collar.

He started saying something but stopped. He looked at something over my shoulder.

I turned my head around.

No.