A/N: Here's Chapter 7. Hope you enjoy :)
Elizabeth's POV
After walking out into the corridor, leaving Katniss in the small room, my head was buzzing with everything Katniss had told me. I was incredibly grateful for all of the knowledge she had imparted to me. But there was still one decision I could find no way to conclude. Do I form an alliance? If so, who with?
Marilyn immediately sprung to mind as I mulled this over, but as Katniss pointed out, eventually all alliances had to come to an end: either turning on each other or leaving them to fend for themselves, alone. I ran through a few tributes I my head and concluded that I definitely wouldn't even consider making an alliance with Maia, she truly terrified me and go a 9 in the training. After running through all of them I realised Marilyn would be the only person I would team up with, but would I be able to handle it when we would have to part ways?
I decided to leave this choice up to either the games or Marilyn slightly easing the confusion in my head. That evening at dinner everyone seemed incredibly distant and intent on filling themselves before the arena, making the most of food while it lasted. I personally couldn't find much of an appetite but I found myself shovelling down the, unidentifiable, meat trying to ignore any protests. Once back in the room there were no quiet murmurings of conversion as there usually was, just desperate attempts to crawl into a last safe sleep. As I squeezed my eyes tight shut a single thought struck me and lingered all to long: I may never sleep in a bed again. I could die in less than 24 hours...
Katniss' POV
Peeta had already been asleep for hours, whilst I still lay awake saying at the intricate ceiling; just as I had tonight for the last 2 years. The games still hung over me as they did the night before my first, sleep completely eluding me. Giving up I climbed out of bed and padded into the small kitchen reaching into one of the cupboards for a porcelain mug and a tea bag before setting to kettle to boil. As I waited for the water to heat, I rested my hip against the counter top and stared out the large double glazed window, where you could see the training centre rising up in the distance. I could just make out the open roof where I used to stand looking out at the city waiting for the sun to come up. Just then the kettle squealed jolting me out of my thoughts. I immediately leaped over to it in fear of waking Peeta, but he had already emerged in the doorway.
'Taken to tea at midnight? I hear it always tastes better then.' He smiles fishing another mug out of the cupboard. I smiled back weakly before serving up the tea and adding milk to Peeta's cup. 'Are you okay?' He asked resting a rough hand on my shoulder.
'I guess I'm better than before.' I said weakly, 'I don't have to worry about us this time.'
'Still can't sleep though? I get it.' Peeta comforted.
'I think I may be worrying for Elizabeth.' I began realising this for the first time as the words spilled from my lips. Peeta gave me a quizzical look before nodding for me to continue, 'I think I'm worried that their going to try and kill Elizabeth off...because her blood, her relations to Snow.'
'Well.' Peeta began thoughtfully, 'I would hope that we have the humanity in us to not fix the games. To not sink to the level Snow took with you.' I felt good to have admitted this to Peeta and to myself even. Warmed by my tea I felt my eyes drag a little and rested my head against Peeta's chest before slipping back under my covers.
A/N: Sorry, this was a bit of a filler chapter, the games will be starting next chapter I think. Hope you liked this chapter anyway. Thanks for reading :)
