Again I would like to say that I do not own the hunger games. Anyway, here is chapter 2, as promised earlier in the week. Sorry, I know it's not very long. I hope you guys enjoy, and please tell me what you think about it, or things that need to be changed. Thank You!

Chapter 2

The moon is now high in the sky, it's light illuminates everything that surrounds me. Tendrils of smokey fingers float towards my tree from the fire below me, seeming to grasp at my legs. My eyes dart from tree to tree and then down at the ground, I need to get away. To be brutally honest, I don't know if I can trust a single person that rests beneath me. Peeta's intentions are unclear to me, his confession of love, then his alliance with the careers. After he was the one going on and on about not letting the games change him. And Cato, well he is an entirely different story. My decision of alliance, I now realize, was rash. He could be plotting my death as he lounges down there on his sleeping bag.

"Stupid," I think to myself. "That was so stupid, how on earth could you feel like you trust this blood thirsty lunatic when you doubt your own district partner, who saved your life before." I silently scold myself on my actions of haste. Now I will have to find a way out of this tree, and the grasp of the careers.

A strange sound drifts up from the forest floor and whispers in my ears. Snoring. Someone down there is snoring. The person assigned to stay awake through the night and keep watch must have dosed off, that's what happens when you feel too safe. Nothing good will come of it, at least not for the careers. I carefully shift so that I can just barely peek over the edge of the limb I'm perched on. All of the careers are asleep, their weapons strewn about in the dry leaves. The soft glint of moonlight on metal catches my eye. A beautiful silver bow and quiver of arrows rests up against a tree. My hands itch to notch an arrow. For some reason, probably desperation, my mind conjures up that it is actually possible for me to silently climb down the tree, steel the bow, an escape into the darkness. And as if that were not suicidal enough, I start packing my things, I am going to attempt to escape.

A stream of cool night air is pushes past my chapped lips and into my lungs as I steady myself to do either the smartest or stupidest action of my life. My fingertips are red and blistered, and I can definitely feel pain licking at them as I grip the tough bark of the tree limbs. My descent is slow and careful, I can't risk waking the careers. My boots land silently as I gently lower myself onto the ground. My gray eyes scan the sleeping faces that are circled around my tree. Still asleep. My next objective is to get my bow. I slide gracefully through the shadows, making minimal noise. My hands run along the beautifully crafted metal, the cool sensation makes me shiver even though I am already cold. A quick count of the arrows reveals twelve deadly sharp weapons. I carefully sling the quiver over my back, the feeling of it presses into my skin, the only separation being my thin shirt. Weapon draw, I slip into the shadows.