AN:As I said, I post chapters when I get at least one new review. My latest chapters have got not a single review. I know this is my first fic, but I'd really like to have someone reading if I'm making the effort to write. I'm going away to camp for three weeks and when I'm back I really hope I have a few reviews, at least one. Then I'll continue. It's really not that much to ask. So please Read and Review, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Willow's dark eyes pierce me. It's odd how she can do that. Usually, when someone is trying hard to see below the surface of someone else's being, recognise the exact shades of the twists of a person's soul, it's highly uncomfortable. Autumn's eyes don't just make me uncomfortable – they cause me pain. Real, tangible pain that starts at the top of my eyelids and surges like a lightning bolt through my body. I can feel my heart shriveling slowly and wonder what would happen if she kept looking at me. I have an odd intuition that I might drop down dead.

I try to pull my eyes away from that deadly gaze. Interest myself in a stem. Watch the clouds. Examine my hands like I've never seen them before. Every time, my eyes are pulled once again to the deep ocean of Willow's eyes like a magnet. I just can't look away.

After an eternity of agony, trying to break away from it and being steered back in, she speaks. Her voice is hardly even annoyed or angry. It's straight and to the point. She wants to know if I'm an ally or someone she should kill instantly. I can feel it in her dry voice.

"Why would you do that, Autumn?"

Her use of my fake name sends a fresh wave of electricity through my veins. My hair is now dripping wet as she forcefully tore the remains of the brown tint from it, and I can see a few strands of golden-blond framing my face, now clean from dirt and fresh.

I think fast. If I want to make it to thirteen, I have to keep this act up. I need to be stronger than a pair of dark-brown eyes . I feel my lips part for the beginning of a fake explanation and then I break down.

The tears sting my raw face and wash away the last of my disguise. I'm surprised they didn't recognise me yet. Then again, I'm never filmed. They'll have to know. I can't do this. I don't know what makes me do it. Is it because I'm too strong to lie, or too weak to keep going? The truth both calms me and burns like acid.

"I..I'm not Autumn… That's not my name-" I manage to get out without choking myself. Pathetic.

Willow seizes my shoulders tightly, her fingers digging into the straps, then I feel them loosen. Daniel, the peacekeeper, isn't angry or violent. There's an odd look in his eye. It's curious, and… is my broken mind playing tricks on me? Amused?

Willow sighs slightly. "What's your name, girl, where are you from, and why did you decide to change the way you look?

I take a deep breath. "I'm from district twelve, now a refuge in district thirteen. We were flying to district eight and we crashed, I survived by a lucky accident. I'm trying to get back to thirteen, just like I told you. But I couldn't tell you my name because.. because you'd never ally with me. There's a price on my head and no one would put themselves in voluntary danger…"

Willow takes a long, calculating look. "What's your name?" She asks flatly.

I can feel the thin stream of breath on my wet lips as I whisper. "Primrose Everdeen."

I try to take the words back as Willow's eyes widen and she falls to the grass in a dead faint, her hair spilling over her loosened hands.