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Warning: There will be smut. But you'll have to wait :)

There Peeta was, helpless, lying in the wake of his own demise. It was only a mater of time before the boy would bleed out. At least it wouldn't be as painful as being stabbed by Cato's sword again, the boy figured. Peeta had decided to accept Haymitch's advice from day 1, to accept the probability of him not making it out alive. The words rang in Peeta's head, repeating themselves over and over. Accepting his death, Peeta had done. However, the boy had not given up on Katniss, not yet. She still had a chance to win this. After Peeta would die, she would only have 4 opponents left.

Fox Face, District 5, she may be timid and nimble, but it's clear the girl knows her way around.

Thresh, District 11, he's definitely bigger than Katniss and could pose as a real threat.

Clove, District 2, she's small and agile, and with her daggers she's very deadly.

Then, there's Cato, District 2, he's lethal and relentless. Strong and powerful, he definitely poses a threat. He seems determined to win, wiling to do anything to snap the last bone in his victim's body. While joined with the Careers, Peeta noticed he seems to be quiet, and only talks when he needs to. Silent and deadly. There was a mystery surrounding the boy, like he had a hard past. Maybe his parents died, or maybe he lost his girlfriend. It could've been the fact he was trained to kill since birth. Either way, underneath the rough exterior, he seemed vulnerable inside. Or Peeta was just letting the heat of the day get to him...

That was very possible, considering he had been lying in the sun all day. He had diguised himself fairly well, covering himself with rocks and moss from the surrounding areas and using the dirty, soil, and some very cleverly placed rocks to hide his face. He just needed to keep hidden a little longer while his wound finished him off. Either way, the sun was just barely going down, and he was sure the Gamemakers had plans to finish off the tributes.

Peeta sat for a minute, soaking up all that had happened since he had gotten here. It was all too overwhelming. The blond boy took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He closed his eyes, hoping for some of his nerves to calm. Peeta had been on high alert ever since the games had started, hoping there was no one behind him with a knife or worse. It felt nice to let all of his worries fade for a moment. He took a few more deep breaths, soaking in what was left of the sunset.

Suddenly, the boy was roughly pulled off of the ground by someone much larger than him. Peeta opened his eyes in panic to see Cato lifting him up.

"Cato!" Peeta yelped. "How'd you find me?" The boy struggled to try and free himself. He looked into Cato's ice cold blue eyes. The taller boy didn't speak, and instead eyed the trail of blood leading to Peeta. "Fine." Peeta sighed, giving up hope. "Finish me off." Cato, not even blinking an eye, dropped the boy to the ground, and started to drag him away. This clearly didn't help Peeta's already injured leg. Cato kept pulling the smaller boy for a few minutes until he stumbled upon a break in the rocks. The break went in rather deep and hollowed out to be somewhat of a miniature cave. Cato effortlessly pulled Peeta into the cave and dropped him.

"Did you take me here to be killed without my screams being heard?" Peeta asked.

"No." Simple as that, Cato responded. For some reason, what the Career was saying was true. Peeta could feel it. "Stay here, I'll be back," Cato started to walk away.

"Wait." Peeta said. "Then why did you bring me here?" but it was too late, Cato had already left. 'Stay here, I'll be back' Peeta thought. If his leg was that of a normal tribute Peeta would have ran for it, but seeing as it wasn't, Peeta wasn't in any shape to be ignoring orders. Soon enough, Cato reappeared with a wet cloth. "What's that for?" Peeta questioned, rushing to cover his mouth before Cato could gag him with it. The ice cold eyes met Peeta's in disbeleif, and then rolled in annoyance. Cato bent down, and grabbed Peeta's leg.

"Calm down. If I wanted to hurt you, you'd be dead by now." It's true, Peeta thought. He seemed to recall how quickly Cato killed during the Cornucopia massacre. The brute Career began to wrap the cloth around Peeta's leg. Quickly, his wound was tied up rather tightly. "Let it sit with that for the night." Cato commanded.

"Why the hell should I trust you?" Peeta squirmed back further from Cato. His eyes once again filling up with fear. "How do I know this rag isn't wet with some kind of poison?" Peeta accused.

"You don't." Cato replied. The tall masculine blond walked away and sat near the entrance with his sharp and large sword in hand.

For some unspeakable reason, Peeta suddenly felt safe. Whatever Cato decided, Peeta was glad he chose that when he did, or Peeta could be dead right now.

Sorry the 1st chapter isn't that good. But the story will get better I promise. Please review!