Ellie's Thoughts:

I've never seen a child like her. Tough to the point that I wonder if she has ever cried, to the point that I see her send an arrow into Carmen Soil's back. Just twelve and yet many years older in the mind. A girl who lost her childhood in a world nobody should have to face, yet everybody does. She throws knives, she fires arrows, she got four extra training points than me, one for each inch she is shorter than me. I want to protect her, but I'm not sure whether she'd like it. She flies solo.

I look over at Ellie. Probably four inches taller than me, and five years older. Blonde hair in a ponytail that is falling out in tufts, and pink cheeks. The arena outfit, just as every tribute, and green eyes. She's watching the horizons, and I hate that we have to. I hate that we lost our childhoods. I know it's stupid, but I voice these thoughts aloud.

"I hate it," I begin.

"What?"

"That we have to fight to the death for their entertainment, that we lost our childhoods. That the rebe-" Ellie claps her hand over my mouth and puts her lips to my ear. "I think so too, but we can't go saying that on camera. I want to start another rebellion."

I gasp, and put my lips to her ear. "I do too."

"You could be the face of the rebellion," she whispers.

My stomach swoops. "Alright. I wish we could talk to Kyan."

"Yeah," she says normally. We could have been saying anything. "I think I fancy Tyler." I seriously hope she's acting for the cameras.

"Seriously?"

"Eh."

"So, yes." I say. She nods, and I pretend to feel sick.

We arrive at the oval fourty minutes later, to a stressed, worried Tyler. He's pacing the length of the area, hand in his hair.

He gasps when we stride into the circle.

"I thought one of you had been killed. I was so, so freaked out. All I could think was- was-"

"But we're alive," I say. He nods.

"Who died?" Skye asks.

"Carmen Soil," I reply, lips pressed together.

"Who killed her?" asks Tyler.

"Both of us. I don't know whose kill list it'll go on. Probably Maria's."

"How?" Skye ventures.

"Knife and arrow."

"Oh, okay. I'm going out, I'm bored. I'll be back in a couple hours, probably." We let her go, and I mutter to Tyler.

"I like the sound of 'probably'." We laugh.

Christoph speaks up. "I'll follow her, she's up to something. You don't get bored in the Hunger Games." We nod, and he slips off close behind her.

We wait, and wait.

"Hello Skye," we say with menacing, fake smiles, when she returns. Christoph darted through the maze and filled us in. What we heard shocked us a little - we suspected - and Skye is in for it. Her smile falters.

"Oh, hi."

"We've got some business to discuss, haven't we? How is Tyrese doing? Next time you go to treason, tell him I said hi," I finish wickedly, looking into her eyes coolly. She shrinks back, onto a log.

"I didn't - I didn't - mean to-" she stutters.

"You did, oh yes you did."

"Did I really?" she bites back.

"Yeah," I say, prodding her with Christoph's spear. "You told them where we were camped, our skills, everything. we have no choice."

"You're gonna kill me?"

"Maybe we should leave her to the wolves," Ellie suggests.

"She'd just join Tyrese's team."

"Yeah," Tyler agrees.

"So, arrow, spear, knife or trident? We have quite a selection," Gunner says.

"That's too cold. She might be despicable, but she's from home. Arrow, get it done with."

"My bow," Skye squeaks. Me, Tyler, Ellie, Gunner and Christoph are sat on the floor, picking through supplies, when Skye bolts. We scramble up but aren't fast enough, our legs tired and stiff. Gunner, Christoph and Tyler take chase, but return empty-handed.

"Damn," I say. "It would have been awful to kill someone who was my friend, and was from home - I couldn't have done it." Ellie nods, Tyler nods, and Christoph nods. Gunner doesn't seem too fussed, but he's not the most sentimental person I've ever seen.

"That was drama," Ellie laughs.

"Yep," I laugh, and we settle down to sleep. We have Ellie and Tyler on guard, but I can't sleep, thinking about how Skye told the Careers where we were camped. I get up silently, and sit on a log a few yards away from Ellie and Tyler. They haven't noticed me up. But I notice their hands are entwined as they watch the entrances.

A few minutes later, it's lucky I'm on guard, because they're snogging each other's faces off. I raise my eyebrows, knowing the audience will love it. But will the Capitol like the newest star-crossed lovers? Me thinks not.