A/N: As you may have noticed, Peeta hasn't been a part of the story so far. I changed it a tad, so they will find him in this chapter
The thick line of trees expertly hid the group, and at the same time let them have a full view of the stupid tribute siting by the fire. Glimmer recognized him as the boy from 5. He was very thin and medium height. She noticed the glint of a sword beside him, but didn't worry too much about it. Cato could easily take him down. Glimmer held her bow at the ready, even though she had no idea how to use it. The careers burst through the trees, weapons in hand. The boy immediately jumped to his feet, grabbing his sword with shaky hands.
Cato was the first to attack, throwing his long spear with such force; it knocked the boy off his feet when it hit him in the stomach. He clutched the spear in his hands where it impaled him, coughing up dark red blood. The liquid stained the perfectly green grass around the boy's body, a pool of it slowly forming around him.
The child couldn't be more than 13 years of age, and didn't have much chance of winning anyways. His cannon fired, and Cato went to retrieve his spear. He yanked it free from the boy's lifeless body, wiping the blood off on his shirt. "Alright then, let's keep moving." He said, grabbing the sword as well.
They continued their hunt silently again, the only sound being the beautiful Mockingjay's songs. It wasn't too long before they heard another sound. The familiar voice of the male tribute from district 12 was distinct behind a group of tall bushes. From what Glimmer could hear, he was singing to the Mockingjays. He wasn't an amazing singer, but he wasn't horrible either. He turned to the group, his bright blue eyes filled with relief. "It's about time you found me."
Glimmer rolled her eyes and shrugged. "We got a little side tracked, Lover Boy." Peeta glared at her and shook his head. "Could you please refrain from calling me that?" He muttered, picking up the small amount of supplies he had successfully gotten from the cornucopia. From the looks of it, all he had was a pack of crackers, a knife, and a canteen of water. "What happened to you anyways?" Cato asked Peeta annoyed. "We could've left you here to die you know. It was a coincidence that we found you." Peeta shrugged again and popped a cracker in his mouth. "I guess I got lost." Glimmer snorted and examined her perfectly manicured nails.
The plan with Lover Boy was to let him into the careers, so he would help them find Katniss. It was a surprise he agreed. Cato really hated her, seeing as he didn't know how she got the 11 in training. He didn't like when people were better than him, and he didn't know how. Peeta packed away his crackers and looked around at the careers. "So are we going?" He asked impatiently. "Oh shut up and move, Lover Boy." Coral muttered, leading the group back into their hunt.
They hunted for a few more hours, not finding any more tributes. It had been quite a boring day, so the Gamemakers were bound to do something soon. The sun was almost set, and the wind was starting to pick up. Glimmer's shaky voice cut into the groups silence as they trekked farther into the woods. "Guys, I think we should head back." The group agreed, and began their journey back to the lake.
They arrived shortly after sunset, the sky a dark blue colour. The moon was full, no clouds in the way to block its beauty. The capitol seal appeared in the night sky, followed by the anthem. The group didn't really pay attention to the faces in the sky the nights before, considering they knew everyone who died. The only face was the boy from 5. The capitol citizens were going to get bored really fast, so Glimmer was almost positive that the Gamemakers would pull something. The group slept soundly that night, but received a very rude awakening.
