This goes on for a little longer until we decide to go look for lover boy because Cato knows exactly where he is. We travel down to the river and see Katniss leaning over a pile of mud with eyes staring up at her lovingly. He points at us and Katniss aims and shoots one of her arrows. She didn't miss by much but Cato and I lay on the ground and made it physically impossible for that arrow to have hit us.

We hear Peeta yell to Katniss in his weak, pathetic tone. "Katniss, run. You're no good to anyone dead. Run, Katniss, run for Prim. RUN!" The last run was vicious and demanding and Katniss was up on her feet and running at lightning speed into the cover of the forest.

Cato and I approach the muddy mess of bone, flesh, and blood and Cato takes a spear and holds it in the air over his own head. But he stops, I look at him in confusion.

I begin to understand what he is doing when a vicious smile creeps up onto his face as he says, "This is for Glimmer. And since you let that little brat escape us, this is for Marvel too." He finishes as he lunges the spear straight into Peeta's chest as lover boy screams that he loves Katniss and his voice is ended by his death. We didn't realized that we never heard the canon.

"One down, three to go." Cato stands up and smirks at me. I giggle and he grabs my hand and we begin to walk back to our camp.

I am walking with Cato's hand in one hand and my sharpened knife in the other. We are walking in complete bliss and silence when we are startled my Claudius Templesmith's voice once again. "Today, commencing at sunrise there will be a feast at the Cornucopia. Now hold on. Some of you may already be declining my invitation. But this will be no ordinary feast. Each of you needs something desperately. Each of you will find that something in a backpack, marked with your district number, at the Cornucopia at dawn. Think hard about refusing to show up. For some of you, this will be your last chance." He finishes.

I expected him to go on, need him to go on. I needed to know more about the feast, I hungered for it. But my ears were greeted with nothing but the evening wind and the sound of Cato's excitement. He kissed me once more and we went over to sleep inside the Cornucopia for the morning feast to begin.

Out the mouth of the Cornucopia I see the girl from 12 grab her bag and begin to run around the Cornucopia. I throw one of my knives that grazes her forehead leaving behind I bloody gash. I never miss, but I wanted to keep her around a little while longer. She shoots three arrows in my direction, two far to my left side and one into my upper left arm. I rip it out with ease and have too much adrenaline coursing through my body to even feel the slightest bit of pain.

I throw two more knifes in her direction, one straight towards her stomach which causes her to fall backwards onto the ground as she dodges it.

I am running harder than I'd ever ran before. Katniss is just standing there dumbstruck as I throw my body onto her and slam her into the ground. I pin her shoulders down with my left arm, knife in that hand at her throat. I am pinning her right hand down with my left foot and both of her legs down with my right knee. Unfortunately for her, her right arm was under her body, so she pinned it down for herself.

I hear the canon and I know that Cato got Foxface, that was his mission.

I know her little sister is watching. I know my brother is watching. I know that she wants this to be fast. But she knows that it wont be. I wanted to savor this. I wanted to kill her physically but I wanted to ruin her emotionally as well.

"Well, well, well." I say in my most vicious voice. I tilt my head from side to side, trying my best to soak her in from every angle. "If it isn't the girl on fire," I continue, "But wait," I pause, looking up and around the forest for the show I was born to put on for the capitol, "Where's your boyfriend?" I ask, knitting my eyebrows in false confusion, "Oh," I giggle, "That's right, we killed him," I pause, looking straight into her eyes as I say it, "just like we did your little," I pause for dramatic effect, "friend," I put on my signature smirk before I continue, "That little girl," I start, " What was her name again?" I ask viciously, "The little one hopping from the trees? Rue?" I say spitting the little girls name into her face, "yeah, well we killed her. First her, then lover boy, and now, you." I open the left side of my jacket to purposefully show her the possibility of knives she can be killed with.

I pull out the daintiest of my knives, ready to carve her face when a huge human being yanked me off of the girl on fire and pinned me to the side of the Cornucopia. It was the huge boy from 11, Thresh.