The Hunger Games: Peeta's POV

Chapter Thirteen

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Peeta's POV-
"Up, up, up you two!" No! The games! There today! A surge of panic goes through me. My heart sinks to the bottom of my chest and my body posture becomes stiff.

Katniss.

No! She has to go in there too! I knew this moment would come, but I never wanted it to. I never wanted Katniss to go into the game of death. I have to protect her! No matter what the cost!

I flash back to reality and realize there's an outfit laid out for me in my bed. Its a black shirt that will be concealed by a black jacket. The pants are an army green color and the shoes are black. I'm guessing it might be a cold arena or just a casual one. Like a forest.

I comb through my hair and brush my hair and teeth one last time. One last time. Everything I do will be my last time doing it. Eating breakfast. Seeing Haymitch drink his alcohol out of a metallic flask. My last glances of Katniss......

I walk to the elevator and Haymitch follows. "Good luck today, Peeta." I nod in response. "Listen, Peeta, here's some advice." I turn my head because this interests me. "They'll put all kinds of stuff in the middle, right in the mouth of the cornucopia. Don't go for it. I would ask why, but I already know. It's a bloodbath. They'll trying to reel me to in for there amusement. I'm not taking that chance. "You turn, run find high ground, look for water, waters your new best friend. " "Okay." "Now, don't step off that paddle stone early or they'll blow you sky high." "I won't." I say in response.

The elevator doors open. I'm about to exit, but then I feel something grasp me. I turn around. "Peeta," Haymitch says with a look of pity in his eyes. "You can do this." I nod and with that I walk out into the sun.
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I'm in a hovercraft flying to my death. I see Katniss sitting a few seats away from me. Her expression, is again, unreadable. I can't imagine what must be going through her mind right now. Panic. Fear. Worry. A swarm of horrible thoughts in her head.

Don't worry Katniss. I will protect you. No matter what.

A lady walks up to me with a syringe. I panic.
I never really liked needles. In fact, I always hated them. The surge of pain that would go through me when the needle was being sliced into my skin and it would leave behind a small pool of red blood, but I can't show my weakness In front of the other tributes. I need to stay calm. The lady presses the medal needle down on my skin and I feel goosebumps crawling up and down my body. She presses it down and and a surge of pain goes through me, but the needle doesn't leave behind a pool of blood, it leave behind a light that bleeds through my skin and crawls around somewhere in my arm. I'm curious to what it is, but I don't ask.

Katniss asks, though. "What is that?" She asks. The lady replies plainly with, "Its just your tracker."

Before I know it, we're up and flying to an uncertain future.
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Peacekeepers escort me to a room that contains a tube to launch me into the arena and Portia.

"Peeta!" She screams out. I run over to her and give her a hug. I can see tears are in her eyes that are about to stream down like a river, but she resists. "You've been so brave, Peeta!" I don't say anything. This is going to get very awkward. Moments of silence pass, but then something breaks it. A voice that tells me, "30 seconds until launch." 30 seconds until my death. "20 seconds until launch." Portia still fights back the tears that threaten to stream down her face. "10 seconds until launch." This
is it then. I walk up to my tube as Portia mumbles something under her breath. "Goodbye Peeta." I nod and say, "Goodbye Portia." 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. This is it.

I rise very slowly. At first I see concrete, but then light comes into view. I'm at the end of my decent and I have risen into the arena.

It's a forrest, just as I suspected. I look around and see there's a lake behind me.

Turn, find freshwater"

"Let the 74th Hunger Games, begin. May the odds be ever in your favor." This is it. The end of my life. "10, 9, 8, 7, 6," I take a breath and soak in my last breath of air. "5, 4, 3," I look at my last glances of the world. "2," Here it goes. "1."

The gong sounds and I run backwards not even bothering to grab any supplies. When I run into the forrest I hear voices behind me.

"Hey! Lover boy!" Oh no! The careers are here! What do I do?!