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Peeta put the key in the ignition, and I crossed my arms, heavily breathing in and out. Peeta was frowning, wiping his brow in immense concentration.

Peeta drove at a speed that should've been illegal. He assured me that we were not past the speed limit, but I didn't believe it.

I caught sight of Katniss running, and I pointed toward her. "She's over there!" I shouted, and Peeta nodded mutely.

Katniss stumbled through our neighborhood, running to our driveway. "She runs fast." commented Peeta. I sighed. "Is this really the right time?" I demanded.

Katniss opened the front door, ran in, and locked it behind her. Peeta parked his car in Katniss's driveway, and we both climbed out. I reached in my pocket, and pulled out the house key. I unlocked the door, and we bolted inside.

"Katniss!" Peeta called. "Katniss, please! I'm sorry!" Katniss sharply turned around, her braid flinging to the side. "Peeta? Prim?" she questioned. "Peeta, it's not you, it's… me. I can't do this. I just can't." Katniss's last words were a whisper, and I narrowed my eyes.

"Katniss, why-" I started, just as I heard a quick tap on the door. Katniss's face grew white, and her knees shook. "Go." she whispered, but with an edge tainted with authority. I crossed my arms. "No." Peeta snapped. Katniss frowned, but, as the tapping grew sharper, she bit her lip and shoved us in the closet next to kitchen. Katniss closed the door and locked it. "Keep quiet!" she ordered.

I glanced around. The closet was dark, but it was roomy, so I didn't feel claustrophobic. Peeta frowned, and gently jiggled the doorknob, but it didn't budge. "We have to get out!" he growled.

Outside, I heard Katniss unlock the door. "About time!" someone boomed. I froze. Cato. "Why didn't you answer my calls?" he yelled. I heard Katniss reply, "Jo and I went out."

Cato was growing angrier by the minute, I could tell. "Do I care?" he yelled. I heard a smack, and a scream. I widened my eyes, and put my hands on my mouth. Tears slowly dripped down my face. When I glanced at Peeta, I saw a look of loathing and defiance. "I need a key!" He growled, swearing under his breath.

I heard another smack, and a deep yelp. I smiled through my fingers, and Peeta grinned. Katniss hit Cato. Then I head a guttural scream, and sounds of choking. I peeked through the keyhole, and saw Cato putting his arm on Katniss's throat.

"Dare touch me like that, and I promise you, your little sister will come to an early death. Then that girl, your friend Johanna, will be next. I have a list, Katniss." Cato threatened. My jaw dropped in anger, and Peeta looked ready to knock the door down.

So that's why Katniss was so protective of me! She was afraid Cato would kill me if she left me alone!

"You can't kill her!" Katniss was whimpering, but through the keyhole, I saw her standing tall, looking Cato in the eye. "There is no way! You don't even have a gun!"

I saw Cato smiling, as he pushed her away. She stumbled back, as Cato reached into his bag and pulled out…

"He's got a gun!" I gasped, and Peeta pushed me away from the keyhole. He nodded, and confirmed my suspicions. "We have to bang the door down! On three… one… two… three!"

Peeta and I pushed and smacked with all of our might, but the door didn't budge. Cato didn't even seem to hear anything. Still holding the gun, he held it up, and pointed it at the front door. Cato fired, and with a loud BANG! the front door fell.

"How the hell did the neighbors not notice that?" I growled, putting my hands on my head in frustration. I felt something hard, and I gasped. A bobby bin! I pulled it out, and dragged myself to the keyhole. I jammed the pin in the door, and tried to wiggle the lock.

"Easy!" exclaimed Peeta. "Do it softly!" I whipped my head around to face him, displaying all the terror, anger, and grief I had. "Do it softly?" I mimicked sarcastically. I shook my head quickly. "My sister is in danger! I can't stall!"

Peeta gently shook his head, unperturbed by my sudden outburst. He took the key out of my hands, and gently (but swiftly) jiggled it into the lock. The door cleanly swung open, just as I heard the knee-buckling sound of a gunshot. "Katniss!" I cried, swinging out of the closet.

Whatever Cato was expecting, it wasn't this. I used this to my advantage, and snuck past him toward Katniss. Peeta walked up to Cato, and punched him in the stomach. "That was from me!" He growled. Then Peeta punched him in the jaw. "That was for all the danger you put Prim in," Then he pushed Cato, smacking his head against the floor. Cato was still against the floor, unconscious, when Peeta panted, "and that was for Katniss, you son if a b-"

He was interrupted by my scream.

Katniss had got gotten hit, near the shoulder. She was crying, silent tears streaming down her face. Katniss was a bloody mess- nothing like the strong Katniss I once knew. "Daddy." she whispered. "I miss you."

"Call 911!" yelled Peeta roughly. I nodded, pushing myself off the ground. I didn't bother to step over Cato as I made my way to the phone. "911, what's your emergency?" said the lady over the receiver dutifully. "My sisters been shot!" I all but screamed. "Hmm, ok. Where is your address?" I gave her all the important information, while holding the anger back. How is this lady so calm? And why is she so slow?

I finally hung up. "They'll be on their way!" I called, but neither Peeta, nor Katniss was listening. He was talking to Katniss. "Bye Peeta," she whispered. "I have to go. Daddy's calling me." I stepped closer to her, alarmed.

"No, Katniss, no!" He whispered. Katniss gave a faint smile, tears falling down her cheeks. Her chest barely rose and fell. "The land of the dead is better than the living." Peeta stroked her and replied, "Maybe. Maybe. But it isn't your time." Katniss smiled, then let out a violent, ear splitting screech.

"Help!" she screamed. "Help! It hurts Peeta, it hurts!" She was shaking, and her expression was one of pain. Katniss coughed, then closed her eyes. "No." She suddenly whispered. "No. Say something. I want to stay. Please say something, Peeta!" He looked at her despairingly, then whispered, "Remember the trees, Katniss? Remember the leaves, turning red and orange, then drifting away in the autumn breeze? Remember the birds singing? Remember Prim, and me, and Finnick, and Annie, and Jo, and Gale?"

"Remember that..." Katniss wheezed, unable to speak her next words. Her eyes turned glassy, and her chest stopped moving. Katniss was… gone. D- I couldn't form the word on my tongue.

Katniss would never smile again, never call me Little Duck. I wouldn't visit her room as soon as I wake up. Katniss, my beautiful, strong, and brilliant sister was no more. I felt as if a ten-pound weight had fallen on my heart.

"No, no!" cried Peeta, but his words were a blur, jumbled. "Get up, get up!" he cried. Tears were streaming quickly down both of our faces, and Peeta let out a sob. He put a hand on Katniss's forehead, and closed his eyes. Someone coughed, and we both looked up. Katniss was having a fit, coughing everywhere, and I sighed in relief. "Katniss! Katniss!" I called, grasping her hand. She was warm, full of life and energy, and I grateful for that.

My Katniss survived that. My Katniss was a fighter, and she wasn't going to get death get in her way. She was strong, and powerful, and I loved her with all my might.

My head was clear, the fuzziness was gone. I didn't have any grief in me now. I smiled, and actually let out a laugh. Katniss was here, and well, and that's all that mattered. I was in grief for 5 minutes, and I didn't want to feel that pounding ache anymore. Depression almost destroyed me.

Peeta had the same thoughts as me. He smiled and threw his hands in the air. We gave each other bear hugs, and he laughed. Katniss gave out a small smile, and Peeta gave her a sloppy kiss on the cheek. We calmed down a bit, and sighed.

I heard the sound of stomping, and policemen in blue suits stormed the kitchen. "Oh my god! Jerry, we got a code 9! Code 9!" The woman who yelled this ran outside, where two men pulling a stretcher rolled in. They gently scooped Katniss on the stretcher, and jogged outside.

Peeta and I sprinted outside, where an ambulance was blaring. They pulled her in, and I sighed in relief. I leaned my head against Peeta's shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around me.

The inside of an ambulance was pretty simple. Doctors checked Katniss's heartbeat, and pulse. I smiled again, reassuring myself that we would be fine.

"Are you scared for her?" asked a nasal voiced assistant. She had way too much make-up on, and she looked to be around forty. "No." I breathlessly responded. She rolled her eyes. "You should be afraid. With injuries like those, she won't last very long when the doctors try to fix her up."

My head spun again, clouding my vision. I gripped one of the railings for support, my stomach churning. "What?" I asked, anxiety edging my voice. The woman didn't notice, and continued; "When the doctors do their magic, it's going to be to painful for her to handle it, and- the rest is history."

I felt ready to faint. When I glanced at Peeta, he looked the same way as I felt. His hands were clenched into fists, a look of terror etched onto his face. I was afraid he was going to collapse. My lips became to heavy to speak, and that ten pound weight dropped onto my heart.

At the hospital, I paced around the waiting room, and the smallest sound made me snap. Peeta seemed just the opposite of me, head buried in his hands, oblivious or the world. We had told Finnick, obviously, and he and Annie rushed here. They were talking urgently, and nervously. Johanna had arrived, and she was calling Gale on her phone. I phoned my mother, and she told me that she'd arrive as soon as she could.

A doctor walked into a living room, clutching a clipboard in his hand. "Updates for Katniss Everdeen!" he boomed. All of ran up to him, and Jo shut off her phone. "Well?" asked Peeta impatiently, and we all turned our ears up at the next words.

"She is-"

This cliffie concludes Chapter 8! Maybe it's not what you expected. I promise I'll try to update soon, but I can't start writing the next Chapter until Sunday, so you'll have to bear with my cliffie for a few days. Mwah ha ha!

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Something Worse than the Hunger Games

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