The girl's green eye's showed confusion and surprise more than anything else. Her pupils grew smaller, revealing a small circle of orange in the center of the iris that matched the colour of her poofy, red hair. She never looked down at the knife that Klara had accidentally lodged deep in the base of her neck, just took a couple shaky breaths and coughed, spattering her lips with her own blood.

The girl's knee's buckled and Klara let go of her knife's handle, letting her body fall to the ground. A cannon boom echoed, making the birds in nearby trees take to the air.

Klara felt paralyzed, she couldn't believe what had just happened. She had whipped around quickly, holding her knife out. The girl had been right behind her and taken Klara's knife right in her throat. She was about Klara's height, but built with more muscle.

Slowly, as if she were trying not to wake her, Klara turned the lifeless body over so that she lay on her back. She was extremely pail with freckles dotting her cheek bones. Klara guessed her to be about 13, but tall for her age. She was wearing the same outfit as Klara except her shirt was a royal blue. She didn't have any weapons on her, so she must not have opened her cornucopia yet.

Gently, Klara found the silver chain around the girl's neck with her key on it. Turning it over in her hands, Klara saw the girl was from District 4. That explained why she was so fit, the tributes from District 4 were traditionally very large as they were well fed, living on the sea. Klara removed the key and turned towards where she saw the Cornucopia before.

This girl wouldn't be needing its contents, so Klara might as well take them.

Just when she was crouching down by the first cornucopia, she noticed another person lying in the ferns. He wasn't dead, because Klara could make out the slow movements of his muscular chest. Quickly, she tucked her long, black hair behind her ears and opened the cornucopia, emptying its contents. She didn't have time to look through all of them, but from first glance, the supplies were identical to hers.

Klara stashed everything except for the knife behind a nearby tree, and lunged for the boy, quickly taking his key as well and opening his cornucopia.

She had just piled his supplies with the girl's when the boy began to stir, opening his eyes from his drug-induced sleep.

"Don't move," Klara threatened, a knife in each hand. A look of confusion crossed his face until his eyes turned to her knives. Then, Klara watched his expressions as everything came back to him.

The boy was huge he had to be 17 or 18, his arms easily the size of Klara's calves. His large, strong chest turned into an equally muscular neck which gave way to a strong jaw line and thin, red lips. His eyes were dark blue-grey and his coal coloured eyelashes were long and thick. Making a thin covering on his head was his dark brown hair, it was buzzed extremely short. Klara couldn't help but noticed how his hairstyle made his cheek bones look sharp and prominent.

To her surprise, the boy looked scared. His eyes flashed over to the dead girl lying in a pool of her own blood.

"Did you kill her?" The boy finally croaked, he had a deep, smooth voice.

"Yes. And I can kill you too," Klara replied, praying that he couldn't hear how much her voice was shaking.

"I don't think you will," Klara was surprized by his gutsy answer.

"What makes you think that?"

"You're not a killer," he said. When Klara didn't respond, he continued, "You didn't even take your knife out of her neck."

Klara blinked. She couldn't bring herself to pull her knife out, she knew at some point she would need it, but as long as she was close to the body a hovercraft wouldn't come pick her up, taking her knife with her.

Finally, she responded, "I'm from 7. I know the forest," Klara guessed the boy was from District four, because he wore the same royal blue shirt as the girl she killed "You're from four. You're strong. We need each other."

"I agree," he nodded towards the corpse on the ground, "She was my district partner. Don't worry, I didn't know her, all I know was her name was Katerina Bennet. I'm Aven Clark."

Katerina Bennet, she rolls the name around her mind. She killed Katerina Bennet.

"Klara Hallen," She told him.

"Well, Klara, can I move now?"

"Yes," She said with a giggle.

Aven stands up to reveal that his real size is even grander than first apparent. He's easily six feet and Klara's head only comes to his shoulders. He walks slowly over to Katerina and unceremoniously removes the knife from her neck, then wipes the blood off it on some nearby moss.

"Where'd you get all the knives?" Aven asks.

"The mini-cornucopias," Klara says with a gesture downward, "There's one next to each Tribute." All of a sudden she realizes, Katerina and Aven were beside each other, but she woke up alone.

"Where's your District partner?" Aven inquired.

"I don't know…"

"Well you and Kate were awake before me, probably because you're smaller, maybe the anesthetic wears off quicker the smaller you are," he decides.

"Then that means my district mate must be smaller than me," Klara continues. Blurry memories begin to surface from the Reaping, "I remember making my way onstage, and then hearing a name and a small boy who could have only been 12 with lots of blond curls coming on stage beside me."

"He must have run off quickly," Aven concludes, "I don't blame him. So, uh, where's the stuff from my cornucopia?"

Klara lead him behind the tree where she stashed his and Kate's things, "I haven't checked through the packs yet, but the rope and knives are identical to mine."

We leaf through the packs and find, sure enough, one pack of dried meat, dried fruit, an empty water bottle, and water purifying kit, each.

"Well if there's a water purifying kit that means there has to be water somewhere, so we should probably start by looking for that," Aven decides. He throws two packs on his back as well as a coil of rope on each shoulder, then directs his attention to the three knives Klara was holding, "If we're allies we're going to have to trust each other."

Klara handed over two knives, figuring that if they ran into a trap it would be good for Aven to have a knife to throw and one for more close combat.

Just then, two cannon shots rand through the air.

"Someone probably found a set of tributes still asleep," Klara says. It wasn't necessary to continue explaining.

"If they were still asleep, then they would have to be pretty big."

Klara smiled, waking up first gave smaller tributes a huge advantage, that is if they had the guts to kill any sleeping tributes they came across. She wondered if her district partner had killed anyone with his head start, and then quickly shook away the thought. Her pint-sized district partner didn't kill her and she had as much relation to him as any other tribute, if he had the guts to kill anyone else, he would have killed her too.

The sun was almost straight up in the sky, signalling it was around mid-day.

"Well, Klara Hallen, I guess we should start out, we seem to have lost what little of a head start I woke up with," Aven said as he took a step forward.

Klara paused before she followed. Aven seemed smart and he was clearly a physical threat. But most of all, he seemed sincere. Putting aside any fears, she decided to trust him, whether it was a foolish decision or not, only time would tell.