Thresh nods silently.

"Great," I say, "So you give protection, I give a brain," he nods again, looking slightly affronted by my brain comment, but takes it no further. He stares into the distance, supposedly watching the little girl Rue, who I discover is his Niece. While was the baby of the family, aged eighteen at the moment, (although you can hardly call his 6ft 5 mass a baby), his sister is the eldest at nearly 27, and has five children. His two other brothers are dead: one from execution for stealing, and one by the hunger games themselves. Just like me, except I lost four. It seems that Montgomery blood seems to attract the reaping slips. I hear Rue giggle, and it makes a small ghost of a smile play across Thresh's lips, as if he was in a trance.

"Oi, dreamy!" I yell at him, rather too loudly- as it turns his head, along with many others. Cato gives Thresh a death glare. Rue titters quietly, and someone else wolf whistles.

"Yeah, yeah," I yell again at the 23 faces that have turned towards me," Not in that way, morons."

I turn another way. Cato is storming towards me and Thresh. Clove is trying to restrain him (fruitlessly, I may add)

"I don't want you near her, Black guy," He says rudely, I am outraged.

"How dare you call him that?" I step in front of him, I know I would never win a fight against him, statistically speaking, but my thought process revolves around the hope that I won't need to try. Thresh looks pleased and saunters up behind me, resting a hand on my shoulder,

"My, my, Cato," he says slowly, and shaking his head," Looks like someone needs to learn to share his toys." He taunts.

I give him a warning look while trying not to smirk. Back to Cato,

"I- I'll have you know-"he starts, but is cut off by his somewhat sensible District partner.

"Don't embarrass yourself, Cato. What he wanted to say was that we wanted you in our alliance, Thresh... Only Thresh," she smirks at me," Wouldn't want our pretty little ginger here trying to steal the limelight with the knives would we?" I can't believe it. Clove, that lying Bitch, must have told everyone about my skill with them. As if that wasn't enough, she decides to torment Cato, "Or our rather easily distracted friend here?" Cato's head hangs as Clove jabs his side meanly. What I don't understand is why he does as Clove says? The person I thought he was would never stand for that. Thresh's face is a mask. Plainly, without any elaboration he speaks deeply,

"No."

Clove is astounded. Again she quickly regains her composure which takes the form of a steely mirror,

"This is the last chance you'll get, 11"

In response he clasps my hand and turns around, pulling me towards the knives station.

"The careers know your skill, there's no reason to hide it now. You can show me."

"Okay. Why don't you give me a dartboard?"I joke, and to my slight horror, he walks over to a soft wall, and spreads his arms.

"If you get me, I swear I'll kill you, Vixen," he says, and now I think he has a hint of regret in his voice, but of course now the careers are watching, so unless he has a social death wish, he must subject himself to my slightly imperfect throwing.

"What? Don't trust your own ally?" I say in a somewhat innocent voice, which he rolls his eyes at,

"Just throw the goddamned knives, okay?" he says. I mock curtsey

"Of course, my lord- holds still."

"You don't say?"

The first knife spins through the air hitting some wall just underneath his left armpit. His breath shudders out. The next three line his arm. Another 15 knives puncture the wall beside his legs and torso. I send another 5 hurtling around his right arm. Now is the hard bit.

"Don't tell me you're aiming to give me a haircut?"He pleads, gesturing to a knife that pinned his trouser leg to the wall. I look to my right, and see the careers all still eagerly watching. Cato is smirking at me confidently, and nodding his head. I turn back to Thresh, and take aim.

Breathe in...

Draw back the knife...

Stroke your cheek...

Lean back...

Breathe out...

THROW!

The knife flies from my hand and enters the wall just millimetres from Thresh's head. He and I both release a deep breath, and I run to unattach his leg from the wall. I hear someone clapping, and it is Peeta. I give a small smirk and a mock curtsey, and Cato gives him much more than a warning glare. The smile drains from my face. His glare says 'she is mine. I will protect her. She must rely on me.' And guess what? Do I look like I can be the meek little girl?

I stalk across to where he is standing and grab him violently by the arm, racing outside and to the roof. Cato starts to protest.

"Oi, Shut up. You can explain yourself in a minute. But I want to know everything" I say. He doesn't seem too fazed by this, but in a minute, he will learn that the Redhead anger stereotype is more of a fact than he thought.