Currently in the progress of rewriting...

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If you have just found out about Bliss: New Project, I have decided to change everything. Overall, reviewers have asked to rewrite Bliss. This was my first Hunger Games fic, so my writing was immature and confusing. Chapter One will be released as soon as possible. A preview for readers has been made. New title change: Embers on Fire.

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Summary: During the 75th Hunger Games, Katniss cannot help but feel as though the brutal monster from District 2 is determined. Not just to kill her, but maybe something more. What if Peeta is not as he seems; what if there was a secret just behind Katniss' back? Something that will set the embers on fire.

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Chapter One

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Cupping at the water, I waded the liquid. Was this water safe; it seemed too easy. The Gamekeepers had practically lead me to this. This was smack-dab in front of me. I knew this was a trick as soon as I felt the hissing of the water. This was no water, this was acid!

I pulled my hand as quickly as I could. No use, the bubbling acid had stung my hands. Disgusting blisters popped immediately at the shriveled skin. I hissed out, reaching for my bag with trembling hands. It hurt to touch the bag with the oozing green pouring out of the blisters. Quickly I reached for the cream, Haymitch had sponsored down to me. I took the medical aid, pulling out the needle. If only, I was back at District 12 with Prim and Gale.

"Aah!" I winced at the burning pain. Holding back tears, I grabbed at the needle, and pushed the sharp point down the blisters, yelping loudly at the burst of oozing coming out. With my other hand, I smothered the cream to my hand and applied it to the burn. A sigh of relief left my lips at the cold cream melting into the sores.

A crack was heard from behind. Freezing, I looked behind. I ignored the sting of my other hand. Was I too loud? Loud enough to lead someone near me?

"Come home, Katniss, come home," the familiar soft voice said. I whirled around. The blonde pigtails were firm just as I had tied before we went to bed. Her long nightgown reached her feet as usual, hence she tripped a lot. I remembered laughing as she held onto me before falling. "Careful, wouldn't want you falling, would we?" I had said.

"Pr-Prim?" I whispered. Instantly, I saw the flaws. Her smile, that wasn't her smile.

A hologram! A fake. They had gone so low as to put a hologram of my sister in front of me. What was Prim back at home thinking as she saw this?

"I hate you, Katniss. We all do. Gale and mom, no one loves you. Hazelle and Greasy Sae. It would be better off if you die. There's no point in you! We'd all be happy." Her face contorted to a horrific expression that I knew my Prim would never do. She ripped off her clothes, only to be replaced with someone new. Gale.

"Look at you. You believe that I ever liked you. You always cry about your dad, just shut up Katniss, because I could care less. Prim's right. I hate you. We all do. You're not welcome back. As if you could survive. You're not the material for such strong games. It would be better if Mellark came back and not you."

Gale...why would he-no this is not Gale! Still, I couldn't help but feel as if all of this was true. Word by word, I shrunk away from him. I wanted to cry. But I couldn't. I couldn't let Prim down.

I resorted to my options. Instead of staying, I ran. I ran as quick as I could. I could hear the taunts from Gale. Hate overpowered weakness. I hated the Gamekeepers. I hated the Capitol people. I hated Snow.

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Once I was long gone from the spitting hate Prim and Gale had said at me, I rested against a tree. Adrenaline still coursed through me, and I waited to catch my breath. Deep hues of purple and pink patched up the sky, and I had then realized I was terribly hungry. I took out the bag of food I had inside. A small bag of nuts and a loaf of bread with some kind of sauce or so.

This would definitely fill me up, I thought, sarcastically.

I heard a few snap of twigs, and I caught my breath, trying as hard as I could to blend against the bark of the tree. My heart jumped up my throat when I saw the Careers. They came in like vicious packs of wolves. But who caught my attention was Cato, the fierce and buff-looking guy with the sword clenched in between his fingers. He looked worried if I might say, and I wasn't pretty good at telling what people were feeling, so I was probably incorrect.

"Shut up," the girl behind Cato said to the group of whimpering Careers behind her. I think her name was Clove. She was pretty good with the knives, so I'd better watch out for her. "If you're so scared, I can finish you off right now."

They shook their heads frantically and she smiled like a satisfied cat who had just eaten a bird. Her smile was so sinister, it had given me shivers just looking.

"I saw her this way. She can't have gone too far," Cato finally said. His voice was deep and hoarse as if he hadn't talked for hours. But it was extremely arousing to my surprise. My eyes widened at what I had just thought. No. I couldn't think of that. He was a murderer, and he could be my murderer or Peeta's for all I know. He didn't care about anyone. He just wanted to win. We all did.

Who? Who was this girl he say go this way?

"That scum from District 12 you mean?" A girl who smiled coyly at Cato asked. Glimmer.

"I wasn't asking you to restate what I said, did I?" He growled. She stumbled back away from him, and he noticeably clenched the handle of the sword tighter. "And yes, I mean Katniss."

Oh no.

"She stands no chance. We'll get her. Can we camp here? It's getting dark," Clove grunted. She dug her knives into the belt loop of her trousers, and stared at Cato, questionably.

"Why not? I'll keep watch," Cato said.

When everyone was settled in the tent, and kept their distances from each other, Cato leaned against the tree. The tree that I was on the other side of. He'd eventually find me. I knew that. My breathing wasn't steady enough or quiet.

My hands quietly gripped onto the bow I had gotten from a girl who had been murdered at the start of the games, and retrieved a bow from the load I had.

"Who's there?" Cato said. I could hear the whip of the sword from behind. "I know you're there. Get out or I'll kill you. Maybe I'll reconsider the choice of torture I'll give you if you step out." I could practically see the sadistic smile spread against his lips.

Readjusting the arrow I had into the bow, I stepped from behind the tree and aimed it at him, my eyes searching wildly for his reaction.

He stepped back once he saw me, and almost dropped the sword. "K-Katniss?"

"Yeah, it's me. The slum from District 12," I said coldly.

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A/N: Hey, so this is the full chapter to EOF. Sorry it took this long for me to update. I haven't been on FF for a while. But I am back now. This was a pretty suckish start to this story, but the upcoming chapters won't be as terrifying. Please review! I want to hear your comments and suggestions. Constructive criticism is welcome, but no hate. Thanks for reading. Next chapter will be updated this month. Guaranteed.

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