Wow! I was thinking of this story, but I've only just got around to writing the fourth chapter - and here I was thinking I'd be writing new chapters every day HAHAHAHAHAHAHA no seriously I wanna do that. Anyway, HAPPY THANKSGIVING! I've got writer's block so ideas are APPRECIATED but don't expect me to use all of them (assuming there's more than one, or one at all) or to use exactly what you say . And thanks FireLily01 (I'm pretty sure that's a guest name cuz I don't think people can have the same usernames) for the review! I love getting reviews :D and I'm sure you're great at writing fanfiction! Thanks for the compliment :D Now, ONWARDS!

I gaze at his back, wondering if this strange dark boy is just another tribute. Just another face in the crowd, just another heartless killer. Like me, the fierce green-eyed warrior. Like Starry, the cold girl who blinded the boy in the woods. Like Matthew, who struck me in the back.

Like every tribute. Every murderer, everyone who must become what they are not to survive.

Look at me, for example. The girl with the heart of a writer. An artist. Turned into an assassin for the Gamemakers' enjoyment, for the Capitol's enjoyment, for the districts' enjoyment.

It makes me wonder what he will do. Onyx. Will he stab me in the back at the first chance he gets? Will he wrap his hands around my throat and choke me to death? Will he gouge my eyes out like Starry and watch me bleed out slowly?

I suppose he has already proved his point, though. If he wanted to kill me, he would have left me where Matthew left me, would have pierced my heart with the knife he keeps at his side, wouldn't have taken care of me or tried to heal me.

He saved my life.

Maybe I should test Onyx. I'll act like I'm being attacked and I'll see what he does. If he tries to help me, he's on my side. If he laughs insanely or doesn't help or whatever, then he's not on my side. Easy enough, I suppose.

I pause, thinking a moment, and then duck, dodging behind a large tree. "ONYX!" I cry, putting real desperation into my voice, projecting despair and terror. "HELP!" Deciding it's a bit vague, I add something else. "IT'S HER, ONYX! SHE'S GOING TO KILL ME PLEASE HELP PLEASE THAT KNIFE IS SHARP!" I shriek, hearing the sound of pounding feet.

Oh.

Either I was a big idiot and called Starry or another tribute to me, or Onyx is coming to my so-called rescue. "HUNTRESS!" I hear. Onyx after all, then.

I wait until he dashes to where I am - takes about fifteen seconds, actually - and walk out from behind the tree. He looks thoroughly confused. "Huntress... you said... but she..." Deciding not to look at him, I contemplate how interesting a nearby tree is.

"Huntress?" His voice sounds slightly angry now, as if he knew what I did. Like he knew I didn't trust him, wanted to make sure he wasn't going to betray me at his first chance.

"Heyyy Nyx... um, I was wrong about Sta-" I stop, noticing the fact that his face is stony and unimpressed.

"All right, all right, I was testing you to make sure you wouldn't leave me to die. I'm sorry, I just... this is the Hunger Games, ya know? The point is to kill," I admit, finally deciding to meet his eyes. They betray his true feelings, the obsidian color warm and understanding.

"Hey, I get it. I'd be a little wary of me too, if I was you. I understand where you're coming from, I just - you just about gave me a frickin' heart attack! Don't ever do that to me again!" he mutters, his cheeks taking on a slight hint of red. I giggle, sitting down against the tree. Onyx follows suit, sitting next to me. I'm extremely aware of how close he is, us sitting together, and it would almost be somewhat romantic if -

BOOM

Another cannon sounds, just about breaking my eardrums, and I jolt back to reality, scrambling to my feet, knife in hand, eyes narrowed. Onyx silently unsheathes a silver dagger, and steps in front of me slightly - just enough so that he is protecting me somewhat, but so that I can still see and defend myself.

It's quiet for several moments, dangerously quiet, but then I see a dark silhouette appear in front of us, growing larger and larger, whoever it is advancing...

I tighten my grip on the knife, mentally running through possible fighting techniques.

The fierce, green-eyed warrior has returned.

Well whaddaya think? Review please! And anyone ship Huntress and Onyx? I totally do HUNTRYX FOREVER! aaaanywayyyyy I wanna hear what you guys think!