Peter Hayes

The blonde from one freezes, and slowly turns. I think she's aware that my gun is pointed at her. Her hand is still clutching the strap of the district six bag. The girl from six must be her ally. 

Something keeps me from shooting her immediatly. Maybe I'm curious. From what Fowl told me, this girl is brilliant, and skilled in combat. I would challenge her if I had decent swordfighting skills, but I don't. Anyway, guns are safer. For the person shooting them at least.

Blondie's hands are shaking. I see her start to reach for the knife in her belt. 

"Don't even think about it," I warn her. "I'll put a bullet in your brain before you have time to scream."

"Just get it over with," she says, sounding miserable. "I hate this anyway. I'd rather die than keep going."

I didn't expect her to give up so easily. But I guess these games can change people. "You're a fool, blondie. Did you think begging me to kill you would make me want to? I don't work that way. I'd rather have some fun with you first."

For the first time I see fear register on this girl's face. I love it. "You- you can't- I won't let you-" She's close to tears, I can see it. I advance on her, drawing her so close I can feel her heart beating. 

"Where's your pretty little friend? I'd like to get a piece of you both."

Her entire body is trembling. I slide the knife out of her belt and drop my gun, pressing the sharp blade against her neck. I drag her into the Cornucopia, wanting more privacy. "Don't make a sound," I hiss into her ear as I reach for her waistband with my free hand. All I detect in her eyes is fear and I bring my lips down on hers roughly.

She doesn't resist. It fills me with glee to hear her screaming in pain. To watch her beg for mercy even as I feel her body craving what I can give. To my annoyance, I hear a shout from outside soon after I get my release.

"Come out and fight us, you horrible excuse for a man! We know you're in there! Unless you're too scared?"

Jacob. And probably Gale. Irritated that they interrupted my fun, I slide into the girl one last time for good measure before pulling my pants up and going out to meet them.

Gale Hawthorne

We knew what was going on when we heard the screams. Even though we dissolved the alliance, I think Jacob and I made a silent agreement that we would fight Peter together one more time.

I mean, this guy is really messed up. He's a traitor, a murderer, a rapist, and God knows what else.

Jake takes it personally because of Renesmee. He hasn't really told me anything, but I can tell he isn't doing well. His whole left arm is swollen, and it looks even worse when he Changes.

We both tense when we see Peter stride confidently out of the Cornucopia. He stands there and stares at us, shaking his head.

"You two look perfectly dreadful. Did you fall off a cliff or something?"

Oh, I forgot to mention that my right ankle is sprained - possibly broken - and I had to make a splint out of tree branches. It sucks, and the ankle hurts like hell.

"You look worse. Did you rape someone today?"

The asshole has the nerve to roll his eyes. "Mind your own business, Jacob. Now are you going to fight or not? I get the feeling you won't be the winner.

I see some humanity in Jacob's cold eyes as he says, " Let whoever you have in there go, and we won't fight you. "

Peter's laugh is deep and cruel-sounding. "You aren't really in a position to bargain, Jake. I mean, look at you."

Jake's gaze meets mine for a second. His eyes smolder with anger and a bloodlust that scares me. Then he lunges for Peter, Changing in mid air.

Peter barely moves. He twists something on his finger, and disappears just like before, only this time he shows up behind me. "You'll never catch me, Jacob," he says smugly.

The werewolf snarls. He stares at Peter, murder in his eyes.

Peter jumps again, this time to the table where the backpacks are. He grabs all of them before disappearing again seconds before Jake's teeth would have ripped open his neck.

Jacob Changes back, muttering obscenities under his breath. He's furious that Peter has escaped again.

I ignore him, hurrying into the Cornucopia to help whoever is in there. It's the girl from one. Her clothes are ripped, her hair is a mess, and she's sitting on the ground crying.

I go up to her cautiously. "Hey," I say quietly.

Her head whips up, and she whimpers when she sees me. Her eyes tell me she's terrified.

"I'm not going to hurt you," I assure her. "Peter's gone." I reach out my hand, intending to help her up, but she flinches away.

Her breathing is ragged and faster than normal. She's trembling. I hate Peter. I hate what he's done, not only to this girl, but to everyone.

"You have to get up," I whisper. "You can't stay here. He'll come back."

She tries to stand. Her legs shake, and I put my hand on her shoulder to steady her. "You'll be okay," I tell her.

The girl takes a deep breath and speaks for the first time. "Th- thank you."

"It's nothing." It's what Katniss would have done.

With her partially using my shoulder as a cane of sorts, we go back out into the open. Her eyes widen when she sees the empty table. "He took them, didn't he?"

I nod. Jacob is sitting on the ground sullenly. I realize he's staring at his arm. It's poisoned, and the veins are getting closer to his heart. He won't live much longer.

"I should be going," the girl says. "Thanks again." She waves halfheartedly before limping towards the woods.

Thanks for what? I think. I was too late.

Too late for her.

Too late for Lucy.

Too late for Katniss.

I hate the President. I hate that he makes us suffer and die for his amusement. I hate Fandom. I hate the walls that hold us in. I hate myself, for always being too late.

Jacob and I part ways, but that night before the anthem I hear howling. Agonized, tortured wails that haunt my dreams. Then a cannon goes off.

Then there is quiet.

But the silence is filled with the cries of everyone I was too late to save.

I know, everyone hates me, blah, blah, blah. I might not update again for a while, BTW. Please comment and vote!