Just as Mrs. Everdeen wakes me up from my spot on her small couch, Katniss drops a nest on the Career's heads. Their screams echo with panic and confusion. I see abnormally large wasps buzz around, stinging like no tomorrow. Then it hits me. These are no ordinary wasps. These are tracker jackers: deadly mutts from the Capitol that, if they don't kill you, give you insane hallucinations. We studied them in school a while back. The memories still haunt me; I hate bugs, especially ones that aren't "natural".

The Careers scatter, the short girl, Clove, yells about going to the lake. Cato thrashes through the brush behind her, his arms spasming at weird angles.

Katniss stumbles around, waving her arms over her head, but to no avail. A cannon goes off- the blonde girl from 1 has stopped moving, after twitching around for what seemed like hours. Her swollen dead fingers clamp around something silver. The bow. Katniss slowly pries the girl's literal death grip off, and slips the quiver around her shoulder. Both are covered in blood and some sort of thick yellow substance.

"What's that gross yellow stuff?" I ask to no one in particular.

Both Everdeens stare at me. "Pus," they say in unison, eyes wide. Prim and Mrs. Everdeen are skilled healers, and they know a bad injury when they see one.

"I've had a few tracker jacker stings before. Maybe 15 years ago. It wasn't pretty. The person ended up dying," says Mrs. Everdeen, sinking into a chair tensely. I can tell where her mind is. Katniss got stung a lot.

The bushes rustle behind Katniss, who turns her head slowly from the ground. She must have fallen and is too weak to get back up. Peeta's shocked, sting covered face bolts out.

"What are you still doing here?" he hisses at Katniss. "Are you mad?" Peeta pokes Katniss with the blunt end of the spear he is holding. "Get up! Get up, Katniss!" he roars, poking her harder. She staggers up, swaying slightly. "Run!" he screams. "RUN!"

Face overcome with fear, Katniss bolts out of the clearing, hitting trees as if she can't see them. Behind her, Cato comes out of the bushes soaking wet, his sword sparkling in the early morning sunlight. I can just see him slash Peeta's leg as he tries to run away, and then the view is back on Katniss. She stumbles over roots and what looks to be flat ground, before swaying greatly. Katniss falls to the ground hard, still gripping the bow. Prim gasps.

"Is she... dead?" she whispers. Mrs. Everdeen takes a long time to answer, sweat dripping from her forehead despite it being early in the morning and still cool.

"No," Mrs. Everdeen says firmly. "No," she says, a bit quieter. "Probably just out cold," she whispers, grief falling quickly across her face before a noise sounds.

The noise of a cannon jolts us out of our seats. Prim screams.

"She's dead," the young girl whispers. I quickly change the television to the recent action channel, just in time to see a sturdy-looking girl being swept away in a hovercraft, a knife sticking out of her chest.

"It's not Katniss," the three of us breathe in unison. A replay flashes across the screen. The girl, face swollen from tracker jacker stings, creeps up behind the District 2 duo. Cato is convulsing on the ground, while Clove tries to calm him. The girl poises her axe, lining up a shot, when Clove spots her. A scream of rage echoes near the lake, and before I know it, the girl lies dead, knife struck dead in the heart.

It's not Katniss, I think to myself. She will live to fight another day.

Sorry for the short chapter, but it's a good place to end this. 

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