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Jesse

He drops to the floor and rolls towards me. Instinct told me to grab him and run but there is fire on his leg and I need to stamp it out. I hit the fire with my shirt, not caring that I won't be able to wear it again. Finnick screams in pain. With one more hit the fire goes out but that doesn't mean we're safe with the fire less than a metre in front of us.

I lift Finnick into my arms and turning around, I run in another direction. I sprint as fast as I possibly can, the sound of the raging fire on my heel filling my ears. I know I won't be able to go on forever but I need to do this. Hope cares about Finnick and even though he's from a career district I like him. So I run. For over an hour, over two hours.

I don't think I can go on for much longer. I'm sweating a river and my eyes are burning from the smoke. The sky is growing dark but I can still see with the flames behind us.

I didn't know fire can move so fast but it hasn't hurt me, maybe Snow doesn't want people to be suspicious if I'm never getting hurt. It makes sense if he sends something after me. Let's hope that that is the deal otherwise I have a huge chance of dying.

I start to stumble. My throat is burning and the coughs that come out of my throat are loud. Finnick is the same except he is whimpering. "I'm sorry," I pant. "You'll be okay, though. I'm going to try and find water and I'm sure your dad will send you some cream." I cough.

"What if I don't have enough sponsors?" he cries, taking deep breaths.

"You will. You know why? Because you're brave and your like your father and your father helped Katniss and Peeta. Heck if you don't have enough money from sponsors then I'm sure Katniss and Peeta can put my sponsor money with yours so there's enough- that is if I have any sponsors at all," I reply. Hopefully that speech rolled some sponsors in.

"Y-you don't have to," Finnick winces and coughs.

"I know I don't but I want to. Besides, I might get a thank-you kiss off Hope if she knows I saved her best friends life." He chuckles and then stops abruptly.

"Can you hear that?" he asks and I glance down at his face. He doesn't look worried.

"No. Why? What is it?"

"Nothing, that's what I mean," he explains. I stop running and hesitantly turn around.

There's no fire. The only evidence that it was ever there is the thick black smoke and burnt tree trunks. I breathe a sigh of relief and then have a coughing fit since I just inhaled smoke-filled air. I walk a little further away so there's no smoke and then gently place Finnick on the grassy ground. I lay down beside him, exhausted.

"Thank you," he whispers.

"Any time," I mutter.

Hope

Jeremy and I grab a backpack and knife each and then face each other. "What now?" I ask.

"We keep walking and kill anyone that gets in our way," he replies as if it's simple.

"What about Finnick and Jesse?" I ask, nervously. What if the cannon that went off is one of them?

"We'll look out for them on the way," is all he says before he starts walking off. I get the feeling that he doesn't want to find the boys as much as I do. I huff before following, swinging the backpack over my shoulder and clenching the knife.

We walk for what seems like hours. Every cannon that goes off makes me think about how both Finnick and Jesse could both be dead. By the time it's nightfall eleven cannons have gone off- eleven innocent teenagers dead and all because one or both of their parents are victors.

I wonder how my parents are holding up. Are they eating or are they sick out of worry? I know my dad will take care of my mom and she'll do the same for him but I hope she's eating. Stress is bad for the baby… the baby that I'll never get to meet. My brother or sister. I've always wanted a sibling. Why does it have to be now when my dad gets my mom pregnant? I know I can't blame them. They didn't know this was going to happen.

I'm so busy in my thoughts that I don't even hear Jeremy talking until he puts a hand on each of my shoulders to stop me from walking. I'm about to ask him what's the matter when he presses a finger to his lips and points to a patch of grass in front of the tree we are standing behind. I nod and poke my head around the tree.

I find two tributes fighting and it looks like the taller one, whose name I think is Ryan Jackson, is winning. The boy fighting him I know is from District 5. He has red hair and is about ten inches shorter than me. He looks to be about thirteen years old and unfortunately it doesn't look like he's going to survive to reach fourteen.

I watch as the two battle it out with knifes. Ryan doesn't seem to be putting anything into his punches and jabs yet he's still winning. I glance at Jeremy who looks… bored? "Let's go," I whisper but he ignores me and takes my knife out of my hands.

I frown, wondering what he's doing. I realise a second too late and the next thing I know my knife is lodged into Ryan's chest. I gag. How can he just kill someone like that? Does he have any feelings? I puke up the contents of my stomach and I hear the District 5 kid spin around in shock. A cannon goes off.

Then I hear a scream and a thud as a body hits the floor. I glance in the direction of the two tributes and find them both lying on the floor. Another cannon goes off. I wipe my mouth, tears in my eyes as Jeremy walks over to the boys and takes the knifes out of their body. Thirteen dead. Two killed by the boy in front of me. I actually thought that he was okay. That he wasn't as bad as Finnick and Jesse had thought. It's now that I realise that I had made a mistake.

But still Haymitch did tell me to trust Jeremy and I trust Haymitch with my life. So, why do I suddenly get the feeling that this is a bad idea? Why am I scared of this boy?

"Let's go," Jeremy says, walking towards me while wiping the bloody knifes on his shirt. He holds a knife in my direction and I step away. "Do you want a weapon or not?" he growls and I flinch. Maybe now would be a good time to escape. I gulp at the evil glint in his eyes and take the knife. "Let's go." I've never felt so many horrible emotions all at once…

AN: Not a cliffie but I'm building up to a part that I think you'll all like. If anyone has time will you please go onto my profile and check out my poll. I want you guys to pick which story I write next. There's: (Percy Jackson) The Patient. (Percy Jackson) Wedding or No Wedding? (Percy Jackson) Kidnapped. Or (The Hunger Games) The Psychic. I want you to pick a title and whichever one wins then I'll write out the summary and put it as one of my AN's and you can decide if the story is a good idea or not. PLEASE VOTE!