Author's note: So bad at updating! D: Sorry.

EmberSkies: I understand where you're coming from about the chapter titles. However, the purpose of the titles is not to entertain you- it is to give you an overview about what happens in this chapter. However, thank you for the suggestions, and I will do my best to improve them. (After this chapter sorry for another terrible title)

Gogo's POV

It didn't seem… fair. The deaths. The tributes images showed once in the sky, then that was it. They were gone forever. Ten families were mourning right now. And two of those ten would be watching me with hate-filled eyes. They'd remember me- and they'd be waiting for my death. I was sure of it.

I sighed, wishing again that I'd stayed with Hiro. He would need my help- especially since he'd have to feed both him and Jay.

Jay…

I wasn't sure what to think. I mean, the district 11 tribute was nice enough, but that didn't help anyone in the Hunger Games. His clumsiness would slow Hiro down- and could prove fatal for him.

On one hand, I would have told Hiro not to ally himself with Jay. Jay would just slow him down, and act as an impediment. Besides, Hiro couldn't afford to get attached to anybody. Especially when that someone had a problem like Jay's- which would get him killed in a real fight.

Then again… could I really be that cold? It seemed kind of… heartless to do that. And could I really say that anyways? After all, I had saved his life.

I wasn't sure what had led to that decision. I had no personal feelings considering Jay- alive or dead. This was cold and heartless of me- but I had to be strong for Hiro and I both.

Maybe that was why I'd saved Jay. If I'd let him die, it would have hurt Hiro. I needed to keep Hiro safe- as best I could. And so, to an extent, I had to keep Jay from dying as well.

Great. Someone else to protect.

I sighed, pulling myself into the sleeping bag. It was warm- which I was grateful for.

To reduce the risk of ambush, I had my sleeping bag up in a tree, between two large branches. No tribute would be able to reach me up here, unless they had a bow. And even then, I doubted they'd be able to see me in this dark.

Slowly, I managed to fall asleep.

Hiro's POV

Someone woke me in the morning. I felt his hand gently shaking my shoulder.

"Hiro… Hiro, man, time to get up."

"What…?" I muttered groggily, rolling away from his hand.

"Man!" the voice groaned. "Hunting to do! Supplies to check. Survival. Sounding familiar?"

"Sleep… a few more minutes?" I replied. It must be Tadashi. My brother wanted me to go on one of his hunting trips. But I was too… too tired. "Go… without me."

"Hiro what's wrong with you? Get up!"

His voice was too high pitched to be Tadashi's… I began to get confused.

"I would splash water on your face, but we don't have water. Man, we're in the Hunger Games, and you're lying about right now! Up!" This order was followed by another, rougher shake.

Those words finally got me to remember where I was. It wasn't Tadashi shaking me- it was Jay. I wasn't home and safe in District 12, I was in the middle of the Hunger Games. Nothing was safe. Ever.

I managed to drag myself up. "Okay, supplies," I said, taking charge. What have we got?"

"No water," Jay said instantly. "One loaf of bread. A water bottle- empty. A small tarp. A few crackers. A knife."

"A knife?"

"I pulled it out of the tribute Gogo saved me from," he muttered. "The one with the spear."

I felt instant hope. "Do you have the spear?"

Jay produced it, and handed it to me.

Just like I'd done with the gamemakers, I took it and began spinning it through the air in complex and blindingly fast patterns. Jay stepped back, eyes wide with appreciation.
"Man, you didn't tell me you could use a spear!"

"It's a game Tadashi and I used to do," I shrugged. "Patterns in the air with sticks. The faster and more complex one won. Tadashi kept beating me, so I practiced. And beat him."

"Well it might save you life one of these days," Jay grinned. "That's awesome." As an afterthought he added, "or mine. That'd be even more awesome."

"Right," I nodded, taking a deep breath. "First things first. We find water."

"Then?"

I considered it. "We stay out of sight, and we hunt down Gogo."

"In the jungle?"

"She's my sister, Jay."

He sighed. "Right. Water, then into the jungle to find knife-throwing sisters it is."