Welcome to the twenty-fifth chapter of the Untold Hunger Games.

I wanted to try something different for the combat in this chapter. I just recently got into D & D and Baldur's Gate, so I decided to roll for the actions and attacks for each character during the Feast. It turned out to be a lot of fun. I might do it for each combat scene.

Also before I begin this chapter I'd like to repost this message for chapter one. Although I appreciate all the artists who have asked to collaborate with me in artistic works, I would like to respectfully decline any and all future offers. My fanfictions are my own projects, they're my babies if you will. I prefer to be the one who works on them myself, and if I do collaborate with someone, it will be someone I know personally and respect entirely. My wonderful Beta readers were just such people. I apologize to all the artists who have asked to collaborate and future artists who wish to ask, but my answer will unfortunately always be no.

Anyway hope ya'll like it, anyway let's begin Chapter Twenty Five of the Untold Hunger Games.

The light was just starting to dim when I got to clearing where the Cornucopia stood. I let a smirk grace my face when I saw the crater from the explosion still on the ground. My attention was soon drawn to the table sitting a few feet away from the Cornucopia. It had a dark red table cloth draped over it and seemingly glued into the bottom corner of the metal table, since the cloth didn't move even though there was a light breeze in the air. I noticed right away that the table was there to place the five bags holding the items each tribute needed. I spotted mine right away. The bag was small and coal black with a large '12' of the side I could see. There was another a small bag of shimmering, golden yellow with the number '5' on it, as well as two medium sized bags - one a deep mauve with a number '11' and the other an oil black with golden trim and flecks with the number '13' - and a large stone gray bag with '2' on the side that was leaning against the table instead of being on top.

My attention was quickly turned away by the table when I saw something move out of the corner of my eye to see someone moving towards the Cornucopia through the trees. I couldn't tell exactly who they were quite yet as the light was too dim to be able to see much unless they were in the clearing. Soon the person came out of the trees and I got a full view of them. It was Fox and she was making a mad dash to the table for her bag. She wasn't as quick as she normally was, seeming to almost trip over several holes that had been created by the explosion. When she got to the table she grabbed her bag with ease, and was able to get away back into the trees easily. Disappearing quickly from sight.

Well that was one person down, just six people to go. I only waited a few moments before running to the table, reaching it without fumbling or being caught by any other tribute. I breathed a deep sigh thinking I was in the clear until I felt the pain of a blade sink into my shoulder and laughter coming from beside me.

I turned to see Clove stand there with a dagger in her hand, dripping with my blood, "Hello Firegirl," she said the words with contempt in her voice, "There's no Loverboy to save you this time."

I grabbed my own dagger and tried to hit her, but the pain in my shoulder made my swing too wide and I barely grazed Clove.

"Nice try Firegirl, but you can't beat someone who's trained with daggers her whole life." She said smirking as she whipped her towards me, slicing through the sleeve of my jacket and leaving a large gash on my upper arm.

"Damn it." I growled and attacked her, hoping to hit her somewhere. Thankfully my blade was true, and it slice right into her ear, causing blood to flow down her cheeks.

Clove looked stunned as she reached for her ear, seeing the blood. Her expression soon changed to one of anger, "You Bitch. I'll kill you for that! You'll be dead just like that little brat Rue."

She was about to run at me with her dagger raised when suddenly a large rock stuck her on the side of the head. She fell to the ground, revealing her attacker to be none other than Thresh. She wasn't knocked out though as he hadn't hit her as hard as I thought.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, still surprised he had saved my life… again.

Thresh kept his hand firmly enclosed around the rock, his bag slung over his shoulder, "I didn't save you. I just didn't like the thing she said about Rue." He explained.

As we talked my attention was on Thresh so I didn't notice Clove until it was too late. She sliced me twice with the dagger she had in her hand and another she had been concealing in her boot. I let out an unconscious scream of pain despite knowing Clove would enjoy seeing me scream from her attack.

I wasn't about to let her get off on my pain and swung my dagger at her, slicing through her grinning face. Soon that grin turned to anger again as blood dripped down the mangled right side of her face.

She ran at me again only for her to get another hit to the other side of her face from Thresh. This time she fell flat on her face, not moving, though I didn't know if she was dead yet or not.

"Nice hit." I panted, my arm was starting to feel numb from the pain, but I had to get through it. I had to get back to Peeta.

Thresh nodded, looking at Clove with a grimace on his face, "Doesn't like to give up, does she?" He asked, as I too noticed that Clove had unsteadily returned to her feet.

"You too are so dead! I'm going to enjoy using my blood to mark you!" She growled.

Thresh and I both tried to hit her but instead she was able to dodge out of the way, causing Thresh to hit the table instead, leaving a dent in the metal table. Clove looked scared at the dent in the table but noticed, as did I, that Thresh's hand had been injured if not broken by the table.

Clove started laughing, "Look how pathetic you too are, can't even punch someone without hurting yourself." She taunted, though she wasn't aware just how much that was sealing her fate. Thresh, using his good hand, swung the rock at Clove again, this time when she fell she wasn't getting back up anytime soon.

Thresh glared down at the unconscious body in front of him, getting atop her to hit her head again with the rock.

I grabbed his hand, "Wait, you can't seriously be thinking of killing her can you?" I asked him, not sure if my words would get through to him.

His answering cold stare told me what I didn't want to know, "She's a threat. Threats need to be eliminated." He looked at Clove, his hands up ready to hit her but he hesitated, maybe my words had gotten through to him. However before I could try and convince him completely he had steadied himself and bashed the rock down on Clove's head. That wasn't enough to kill her, but it did wake her up.

She stared in fear and horror at Thresh and then at me before yelling, "Cato! Cato help me!" But no response came and Thresh was ready to hit her with the rock again.

I tried once again to get through to him, "Thresh… stop, she's not a threat anymore."

But it fell on deaf ears again and the rock came down. The cannon fired. And Clove lay dead under Thresh.

Thresh got up, turning to look at me with the rock still in hand. I looked at the rock and then at Thresh, "Thresh, you don't want to kill me? Do you?" I asked, fear still in my voice.

Thresh looked at the rock and then threw it to the side, "No… Rue would be pissed if I killed you right after saving your life." He explained, smirking.

Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of metal and pushed Thresh and myself to the ground, "Duck!" I cried as Trevor's spear flashed forward with him standing not far from us.

I took in a deep sigh of relief, though Thresh's ear had been cut, he was still alive. I had saved him were I had failed to save Rue. I turned and glared at Trevor, "What the hell Trevor!" I growled, glaring at the boy who had been nothing but rude to me before the games.

I noticed something odd about him, he had two bags slung over his shoulder. His own and the large bag that had a clear '2' on its side. Trevor glared at the two of us, "I don't have time to kill either of you. I'll just settle for stealing this bag while I'm here. Consider yourselves lucky." He said and ran into the trees without looking behind him.

Thresh got up, glaring at the direction Trevor ran in, "Cato won't like he stole his bag." He stated, grabbing the daggers Clove had been carrying, "Think I might help him along in retrieving it." He explained, using one of the daggers to cut off Clove's sleeve and mark her right shoulder with the blood from his injured hand, "Go get back to Peeta, Katniss. Pray you didn't have to kill me." He said, before walking over in the direction we had seen Trevor walk in.

I watched as he left, before grabbing my bag and getting the hell away from the area before Cato or Trevor decided it would be more fun to kill me then to kill each other.

I made my way quickly back to the camp, flinching 30 minutes or so into my track when I heard a cannon sound. Who could that have been for? I worried, my thoughts racing with answers to my unspoken question. I prayed it wasn't Peeta, my biggest fear was going through all that just happened just to find him dead in the hollow. I shook my head as I continued to the hollow. Peeta is fine, he is asleep and safe, I continued to say mentally to myself. The next fear was that the cannon was for Thresh. He had gone to the trouble of saving me. I didn't want him to die after all he had done for me. At least not so soon after the fact. I highly doubted it was Cato or Fox since they were violent and stealthy respectively. The last possibility was Trevor and, to be honest, he was the most likely.

Trevor had stolen Cato's bag, and Cato wasn't about to let that go without a fight. If they had fought, Trevor was far less skilled in combat than Cato. He was stealthy, sure, but Cato was angry, strong, and well trained.

I would know who the cannon was for soon, as the time for Nightly Death Toll would begin was close. I would find out if Peeta was safe or not before that. I almost seemed to increase my speed as I hurried to the fallen tree, worry following me like a dark cloud. I rushed into the hollow to find, to my relief, that Peeta was still there, breathing and sleeping as if nothing had happened. I sighed, stepping to him and touching his still warm but clammy cheek.

He was ok, the canon hadn't been for him. I decided to make him something to put the medicine in. Of course first I had to see what this medicine looked like. I unzipped the bag open to find a container within a foam lining, probably to keep it stable and to make sure the contents didn't fall or leak out. After removing the screw-on-lid, I got a good look at what the medicine I had risked my life for looked like. It was a clear liquid that smelled like a mix of different herbs. The spoonful that I took to check the taste wasn't too bad, it tasted like soup broth.

I spent the next 20 minutes making a large pot of stew with the rest of our supplies and the medicine. Rabbit meat, nuts, roots, berries and even Marvel's dried fruit, with our leftover bread and cheese so we'd be full enough to last the next day. There was a lot of stew, which I poured into containers we had gotten from the stew earlier and the medicine. The rest I left in one of the metal containers we had gotten from the sponsor gifts. It was surprising how well it could take being heated up. I had turned five days of rations into almost eight days, which would be very good for us in the future.

As I cooked the Nightly Death Toll had appeared in the sky and sadly my suspicions were correct. Trever's face had appeared on the holo screen just after Clove's, leaving just me, Peeta, Cato, Fox and Thresh remaining in the games. It also meant that Peeta and I were the only ones alive from the same District which would definitely put a target on our head for Cato. I knew he wouldn't want to fight a tag team on his own.

The Nightly Death Toll also chimed the moment Peeta's sleeping medicine had worn off, as his first words when he awoke were, "Five to go huh."

I jumped and turned to him, almost spilling his stew, "Yeah." I said, sighing in relief that he had woken up, "You hungry? I was just heating up the stew I made earlier." I lied, Peeta didn't have to know right now that I had drugged him, or gone to a Feast.

The smile on his clammy face, answered my question for me, I handed him the container plus his bread and cheese. He paused as he looked at the container, "where did you get all of these?" He asked, gesturing to the three metal containers we had, in his eyes, suddenly acquired.

I laughed, "Marvel had them in his pack. The guy used them for dried fruit." My second lie seemed to satisfy Peeta's curiosity as he said nothing less, helping himself to the contents of the container.

I watched him, sipping at my own stew. It was pretty good, and I could feel the pain of my injuries slipping away almost immediately, "It's really good huh?" I asked, looking at Peeta with a bright smile.

Peeta nodded, though his smile had gone away, "Katniss, where did you get the medicine you put in this stew?"

I stared at him in surprise and disbelief, how did he know? "What do you mean?"

"I can taste the herbs in the stew, Katniss. They taste very similar to the herbs your mom puts in her pain medicine." Damn it. Well guess I had some explaining to do.