A/N: I don't own the Hunger Games. There, I said it. I disclaimed. (Dun, Dun, Dunnn!)

I awoke to find Golden next to me on the ground in his sleeping bag, one arm slung ever towards me, almost reaching my hand. If I hadn't have known that we were just "together" for strategy, I would have thought that his feelings were genuine. It appears that I was the first one awake, and the other members of the pack were out like a light. Idiots. That whiny girl from 3, Glow, was supposed to be keeping watch, but she was curled up with her bow and arrow, her eyes still red and puffy. I almost felt sorry for her, but pity was a weakness. I chased those thoughts from my mind and woke Golden.

In a matter of minutes, everyone was awake except for Glow. Suddenly, a cannon fired, and she jumped to her feet. Posiedon walked to her and said harshly "If you fall asleep on guard again, that will be your cannon." He picked her bow off of the ground and thrust it into her hands.

Shelley gestured towards some of the safer-looking buildings with her knife. "I would think that some of the tributes would head there instinctively, so that would be the best place to start our... hunt." Her lips curled into a sinister sneer on the final word. She left Glow and Maple in charge of the supplies, and we gathered our weapons and headed to the row of what appeared to be bombed barracks.

It was a ten minute walk to get there, and the clouds were threatening to burst at any moment. The clouds seemed too uniform, almost a holographic quality to them. We were safely inside of the building before it hit, but I could still hear the thunder crashing at exact intrevals, 30 seconds apart. This was a Gamemaker's storm.

We walked slowly and methodically through the building, and I was bringing up the rear. I saw a flash of dark hair duck behind a cabinet, and I fell back as the others went on. Behind the furniature, I found a small girl, looking to be about 12, trembling.

"Please, miss, please don't hurt me. I'm only 10, I lied to the peacekeepers because we needed the tesserae. You know I won't win, why hurt me? I'm no threat to you, please let me go!" Her dark, knowing eyes pleaded with me. I couldn't kill her.

"Shh, don't worry. You're safe with me," I cooed. "What is your name?"

"I- I'm Orchid," she stuttered, trembling. "I'm from District 7. Do you know if- if Maple is okay? He's my district partner."

"Yes, he's with us, back at camp. he's unharmed."

"Thank goodness, he's my best friend's older brother."

"Are you hungry?" I asked her, pulling out a small granola bar I had in my pocket.

"Oh!" She looked at me gratefully, taking the package. "I haven't eaten since back in the Capitol!"

A scream echoed from down the hall, and a cannon fired. Orchid began to tremble again. "Rye..." she sighed. "He- he is- was- my ally, from 9." She buried her face in my curls. How could she be so suddenly trusting? Her sobs got louder.

"Shh, Orchid, calm down! They will hear you and come back, and they won't let you go," I warned her, but the fear made her cries even louder. I heard my allies returning.

"Oh?" Posiedon said, viciously. "I see you've found a pet?"

"Stand up, girl." Zebulon said to her coldly.

I gave her a look, warning her to run. To run as fast as she could. But she stayed there, frozen. It was as if she was a statue. Shelley pulled out her sword, and thrust it into her stomach. Orchid fell to the ground, still clutching the granola bar, but I didn't hear a cannon. She was still alive, but she would't be for long. "Okay." Shelley announced. "It's time for us to go back to camp. I'm hungry."

We followed her out of the area, and I turned to give Orchid the only comfort I could give her. I mouthed "I'm sorry" and waved goodbye, then followed the others down the hallway. We were halfway back to camp before I heard her cannon.

It was then that I began to wonder... are playing these Games worth the prize?

Oh my goodness, that nearly made me cry to write! D: Please reveiw to tell me what you want to see in the story!