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Chapter Two:

No One Could Save Me

The darkness was surrounding me. The familiarity of it wasn't comforting. The noises around me were booming and echoing at the same time. The heavy panting besides my ear was nudging me to open my eyes.

The heaviness all over my body was something I couldn't get rid of. I desperately needed to get out of the darkness.

"Wake up! Dammit! LET ME OUT!" I yelled to myself.

Arms were suddenly tightening around me. I tensed at the feeling but not because of discomfort but out unfamiliarity. The arms were warm and dare I say comforting.

"Shhh. It's okay. We are almost there. I've got you." The voice spoke softly into my ear.

My body and mind involuntarily listened to the words and descended into the darkness. This time without fear.

Hours earlier...

"Or, are you here to kill me?"

The words he so calmly said sounded as if he was joking but one look into his serious hard calculating eyes let me know he wasn't. He knew why I was here. I just didn't know how he knew and I couldn't let him.

"Excuse me?" I answered in my most fake but dare I say most convincing facade. "I-I d-don't know what you are getting at. B-but if t-this is s-s-some sick joke."

His blue eyes seemed to flicker with something that resembled amusement. Then he did the most annoying thing ever. He SMIRKED. Damn jerk smirked!

"Well, may I apologize Miss by offering you a pastry on me." He said with a light tone that still had me gazing at him suspiciously.

"We insist." He gestured to the small girl beside him.

He whispered something into her ear causing a huge smile to spread across her small face. She instantly ran toward a vendor. I noticed the space that the vendor occupied was made into a small bakery.

I watched as she said something to the man behind the counter. He smiled happily as he looked over toward myself and my target. TrackerJacker smiled and nodded his head to the man. The man looked exactly like the small girl just taller with facial hair. His body was lanky and petite like the small girl who was waiting happily and giddy in front of the counter.

I turned my gaze back toward the man who I was going to kill and watched as he looked at the two people he seemed to be acquainted with. I couldn't help but think this man beside me wasn't capable of hurting someone. His eyes were looking at the two with what looked like longing. His eyebrows were slightly coming together as he continued to look at the two. It was as if he was reminded of something painful but still brought him happiness. For there was a small smile spreading across his lips.

"You know if your earlier charade didn't have me convinced." He turned to look at me with an arched eyebrow. "You staring at me so openly like a school girl with a crush now most definitely does."

I could feel myself begin to scowl in definite anger. I could feel my hand twitching to take the kill but I knew I couldn't do this here.

"Kisasszony, itt van egy Mézes krémes. Ez a legszebb tortát, mint te." The small girl handed me a light orange and white layered colored cake with powdered sugar sprinkled on top.

I looked back at my target to see him smiling at me. I could see it in his eyes that he found this amusing. I looked back at the small girl. Yeah, definitely not now. Not in front of all these people, and especially not in front of her.

"What did she say?" I begrudgingly asked the jerk beside me.

"She said this is a honey cake." He pointed to the small piece of cake in my hand. "And that it is their most beautiful cake... just like you." He added the last part quietly as if he was forcing the words to come out.

I arched my eyebrow at him looking at the slight tint of red that spread across his cheeks.

Odd.

I rolled my eyes at him and looked back down at the smiling girl.

"Thank you, sweetie." I replied as I looked down at the soft looking cake.

I knew that if I didn't taste the cake right now that I'd probably hurt the small child's heart. But the trained assassin in me was screaming to not eat it. I needed to figure out what I was going to do with this delicious looking cake.

"What's your name?" I asked the small girl.

"Name?" She asked Peeta as she pointed to herself.

He nodded his head with a smile plastered across his face. The smile was breath taking. It was a smile any movie star would kill to obtain but sadly would never because it was already taken by a deadly assassin.

"Rue." She replied with a small but proud smile.

"Nice to meet you Rue. I'm Natasha."

"Lying to a child." His silky smooth voice echoed beside me.

I looked up at him and arched my eyebrow. He took a few steps toward me causing me to back track matching his steps. He quickly clasped his hand around my forearm pulling me tightly toward him. His lips come toward my ear and before I could pull away his hot breath whispered into my ear.

"Katniss."

As soon as my name passed his lips and into my ear my whole body went stiff. I immediately pulled my arm away from his hold and gazed back up at him. He was looking at me but this time it wasn't a cocky smirk on his lips and amusement playing across his blue iris'. No, he was staring into my eyes as if he was trying to relay some sort of information.

"I don't know what your ta-" The sentence died on my lips as I watched him pull Rue into his arms.

"Get down, Natasha!" He yelled as his body went barreling into mine with Rue in his arms.

As we landed on the ground a bullet flew by us. My senses were suddenly on overdrive.

How did I miss that?

I instantly grabbed my bag and pulled out my bow. I jilted it causing it to expand itself to full length. I found myself crouched behind a merchant stand that sold dolls. I peeked over to see that chaos had erupted and that people were running everywhere.

"Apukám! Azt akarom, apu!" Rue's small voice was yelling from behind me.

I turned around to see her curled in TrackerJacker's arms. He held her tightly as he whispered words into her ears.

After a few more words he looked up at me. With a serious face and dead set voice he said.

"You're not the only one here to kill me."

"I got that." I replied with a scowl.

There were no more sounds of gun shots but I knew better. The hunter was still after it's prey. Whoever was here to kill TrackerJacker they were not done. They were just waiting for their kill shot.

"Come on!"

I turned around to where TrackerJacker was waving me toward him and Rue. They were now behind another stand to my left. I hadn't even heard them move and now they were a good thirty feet across from me.

Why would he want me to follow him? What did he expect for me to do? Let him kill me first? It seemed that he understood my thought process because he gave me a firm look.

"I understand. Hope to see you soon."

With those last words he was off running and with Rue in his hands. I stayed perched behind the stand and continued to watch them. I might have to kill him but I didn't want anything to happen to the little girl in his arms. I watched my surroundings and decided whoever was trying to kill him was now probably on foot. They wouldn't stay perched up high. They would most definitely get down here and do it without anyone really paying any mind. The chaos was at its highest. No one would notice if they killed him.

No one was going to kill my target. This was my assignment.

I took a deep breath let it out and began to run after my target. As I got closer to where he was descending upon Rue's family. A black high sleek pony tail came into view behind TrackerJacker. By her stance I could tell she was pulling a gun out.

NO! She's going to kill him and hurt Rue! That's my kill!

I pulled out an arrow drew it back and without a second thought I let it fly. It whips through the air and lodges itself straight into her shoulder. A scream pierces the air and instantly she turns around.

My eyes widen at what I have just seen. Clove Vededin, Russia's top female assassin. She was almost in every way TrackerJacker's equal when it came to killing. She didn't have the same deadly strategy but that didn't make any less was she here to kill one of her own. I don't have enough time to ponder these questions because Clove is pulling the arrow from her shoulder. Her eyes are blaring at me like daggers flying toward their target.

Behind her I see that TrackerJacker is coming toward us.

"NO! Save them! I can take care of myself!" I yelled out as I placed my bow around me and began running toward Clove full speed.

Clove took a quick look back at TrackerJacker. She turned to look back at me with a sly smirk on her face and then sped off after TrackerJacker.

"SHIT!" I yelled out as I continued to run after her.

Clove was a ruthless killer and she would definitely kill Rue and her family just to be the evil wench she is. I ran through the crowd after Clove hoping that I could stop her.

I scanned the Hob as I ran after Clove. I pulled my bow from around my body and pulled out an arrow from my backpack. I aimed the arrow at one of the steel rods on roof. I let go of the arrow and watched as it glided through the air and wrapped around the rod. I grabbed onto the cable that was attached to the arrow. Instantly, I was flying above the crowd and sailing ahead of Clove.

I landed on top of one of the vendors shops. I pulled out another arrow and aimed at Clove but there were too many people around and I couldn't take the shot. I began to run full speed atop of the vendors shops. I watched as Clove began to get closer to TrackerJacker.

I watched as he held Rue in his hands tightly and pushed her family in front of him urging them to run faster. I couldn't let her kill them. I jumped off and barreled rolled and landed on my feet. I ran full speed and watched as Clove came into my line of sight.

I put bow over my shoulder and ran toward her. As, I was running full speed I pulled my arm back with my fist closed. She didn't see the fist coming when it landed on her head. She staggered back and I took the opportunity to kick her legs out from under her. She fell back and I continued to stalk toward her, but before I could pull an arrow out I felt a sharp piercing pain in my leg.

"UGH!" I groaned out.

I looked down to see a small gunshot wound on my thigh. I looked up and found the smirking face of Cato perched up high. I couldn't believe I had forgotten about Cato. How could I forget that Clove and Cato worked as a team?

I was distracted. HE distracted me.

Cato waved at me and ran out of sight. Clove came at me and I staggered back trying to find my footing. Clove pulled out two small knives and the glint in her eyes matched the deadly glint of the knives.

A knife swished across my face causing me to lean back and put weight on my bad leg. I grunted in pain.

"Poor girl. I promise your death will be even more painful." Clove's heavy Russian accented voice was filled with glee.

Her eyes were following me like like a cat follows a mouse right before it pounces.

Another swift attack of her knife came at me and I countered her attack with a swift jab to the ribs. When she hunched over to grab onto her ribs I landed another punch to the back of her head. Clove staggered backwards a bit but it didn't seem to faze her.

She quickly lunged forward with a knife and I quickly moved away dodging the blade by a hair. I twisted on my good leg and as I was whirling I pulled my bow out and hit Clove in the back with it.

Her anger was clear as she took a quick strike at my face. I quickly try to move but found that my leg was causing me to slow down a bit; and suddenly Clove sliced at my head. I could feel the heat of the gash as the pain began to radiate. Clove gave me a wicked smile and twirled the knives in her hands. She looked at the one that had my blood a gave me the most evil Cheshire smile.

I stagger as I try to stay up but I know that the loss of blood from my gunshot wound and now head wound were taking a toll on my endurance. I know I need to get away because at this rate I am not going to survive.

I will be damned if this little evil bitch kills me.

With all the strength that I had in my body I quickly retreated back a couple of steps and as I did so I pulled an arrow out. I swiftly pulled back and let it go watching it embed itself in abdomen. I watched as she hunched forward and gasped in pain. I didn't wait to watch if it was a kill shot or not.

I needed to get out of there and quickly. I staggered forward running with what little strength I had left. I could hear sirens blaring in the background and knew I had to get out of there before they found me.

I reached the double metal doors and pushed them open. I watched as people looked at me horrified. I am guessing my appearance was that lovely. I quickly bolted out of their view and continued running.

I was running toward my hotel when I heard the sirens were coming from the way my hotel was located. I couldn't very well run by them. If they noticed my appearance they'd for sure pick me up. I turned and ran in the opposite direction hoping I could go around them.

I passed the Hob and tried my hardest to look inconspicuous. As, I continued to run I found that it was becoming more and more difficult. I knew I wasn't going to make it to my hotel if I didn't rest.

When I reached about a block away from the scene I bolted to the nearest alley and decided to rest there for a second.

I placed my back on the hot wall and slid down to the ground. I could feel my head pounding causing my eyes to feel like they are going to pop out of my skull. My leg was loosing feeling and everything around me was becoming hazy due to my fatigue.

My eyes began to close on their own accord. I faintly felt warmth on my face and I wondered where it was coming from.

"Katniss." I heard a smooth deep voice call my name. It sounded faintly familiar.

Then there was dead silence and darkness.

Present.

My eyes shot open and instantly I am gasping for air. I clawed at my throat and began to cough. My eyesight was blurry causing me to blink rapidly hoping to cause my vision to focus.

"What the hell happened?" I asked myself as I brought a hand to my forehead. I felt a bandage on my head and then everything comes back.

The hob, TrackerJacker, Clove, Cato, and the alley.

My senses seemed to be back on track with my brain. Years of training bring me to began to scope out my location. I looked around and saw that I was in fact not in my hotel room.

The walls that surrounded me were beige and losing coloring. There was a small window next to the small bed I ws now laying in and a small dresser across. There was nothing to indicate where I am at the moment.

I need to get out of here. Wherever here is.

I thrust myself up from the bed, instantly regretting the action because the moment I am up the world around me begins to spin.

"Woah, be careful. Don't do that. You were hurt pretty badly." A deep voice said beside me.

I recognized the voice instantly.

I turned to the location of the voice and I am met with a pair of ocean blue eyes staring back at me.

"I need your help." He said as he sat down beside me.

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