The day went by. Catnip and Rue are gathering materials for the distraction they had planned in the morning. I was bored, and I knew that the Capitol would soon be too. But, hopefully, the plan they made will hold them over. I dropped an occasional gift from a sponsor.

Once again, dreams of Vixen dying take control of my mind. This time, she died of Poison Ivy. It scared the heck out of me but I know that will never happen. It was one of the better dreams. Today I slept in on accident because I couldn't fall asleep.

I slap the coffee machine. I accidentally added extra sweetener, extra cream, and pumpkin spice flavor. I groan but I take a small sip.

Not bad.

"Status of female 12." I bark.

"Ok. Split up with Rue to start the plan. Rue should be starting the fire just about… Now."

Smoke billow up into the sky. The careers shout. They run off to find the stupid person who started the fire. Suddenly, a bush near the Cornucopia stirs. Catnip emerges from the leaves, silver bow glinting in the sun. She walks part way to the supplies. She knocks her bow, aims, and fires. The arrow zooms into the supplies, tearing a sack of apples, but not enough for them to fall out. She knocks, aims, and fires until the apples tumble out of the sack and meets it's doom.

I hear a boom from the arena close by. Catnip is launched into the air. Quickly I zoom to the Careers to see the reaction. Cato's eye nearly pop out of his eye sockets. He hightails it to the Cornucopia. He swears so much I know they are bleeping him out now. Then he pulls out his hair like a cartoon Capitol kids watch. All of us in the room are laughing. Then Cato snaps the neck of the guy from 10 for not protecting the supplies enough. The cannon fires. All of us stop smiling.

All except one.

The next day, Catnip rises from the bush, cautiously.

"Status of Female 12."

"Lost hearing in one ear, the one facing the explosion."

"Status of Rue."

"Well. Didn't start the third fire. Appears to be lost."

I check the other tributes. Suddenly, a gasp admits from one of the other Gamemakers.

"What's the problem?"

"Zoom in on Rue." She says.

I do and my jaw drops. A spear enters her small frame, in the stomach.

Catnip screams. She shoots a arrow and it enters the attackers body. Automatically, the cannon fires. But it isn't for Rue. Catnip rushes over to Rue's side. We hold off the hovercraft. Few more words are exchanged. Then, the cannon fires for Rue. Catnip buries her small friend with Flowers, takes Rue's stuff, cuts the pack from the boy, and wishes her goodbye.

The first night, I dreamt of losing Vixen the way Rue was. The rest, I dreamt of losing Vixen by arrow, the way the boy lost to Katniss. Then it was via snapped neck-by Cato.

Nothing has really happened, except for when a studying of the rules was applied and Caesar Flickerman was brought in to announce it. The rule was: IF TWO VICTORS REMAIN FROM THE SAME DISTRICT, THEY CAN WIN TOGETHER. That marked the day Catnip found Peanut, with a serious leg wound. They were feeding each other, and all that mushy stuff. Meanwhile, Vixen was near-dead.