A/N- Ok folks, just clearing things up a bit, from Clove's POV it continues from when she just got on the hovercraft. Don't worry; it will speed up later. Just not in this chapter. And THANK YOU to everyone who EVER reviewed on this story! You guys are awesome!

Disclaimer: Again, I'm nevah gonna own da Hunger Games.


Clove

I can't see their faces. Any of them. Their veils hang all the way down to their toes, and they make a swishing noise when they walk. As soon as I was pulled onto the hovercraft, about ten of these weird people forced me into a chair, strapped me down, and tipped my head back to make me drink a strange liquid. I struggled and tried not to swallow, but one of them pinched my nose and covered my mouth, while another one rubbed my throat to get the liquid down. I had no choice but to swallow. The liquid makes you drowsy and unable to move, so I was utterly helpless as they injected a needle - probably conatining a tracker - into my arm. I couldn't sleep; the liquid made you feel sleepy but you actually couldn't go to sleep. All I can do now is watch forever.

Wishing that I still had my knives - because these people took them when I got on - I struggle weakly against the straps holding me in. They don't budge. I had expected this, but it makes me feel better knowing that I had tried. The black veiled people are standing at what looks to be a control board. One of them turns around, holding something gleaming, sharp, and wicked-looking in his hand. They turn around and walk toward me. I start to really fight against the straps, knowing that they have to knife to torture me.

The person reaches me and laughs at my struggles. The laugh sounds male, but I'm not sure. Then the knife in his hand descends toward my flesh, and the straps tighten, completely restricting any movement of mine. I feel the ice-cold tip of the blade touch my arm, and a slight sting as the knife pokes into it. And the agony when the knife traces it's path down my arm.

I clench my teeth together, trying not to scream, but eventually I can't help it. The pain is just too much.

Not wanting my screams to be pleas, I try to keep them as wordless as I can. There must be some kind of acid on the blade, because the cuts left behind from the knife feel as if I just stuck my arm - with the cuts on it - into a bucketful of very salty water.

Suddenly the pain intensifies, as do my screams. When the person lifts the knife away from my arm, they ask me about District Fourteen. I don't answer, so they put the knife back on my arm and keep going up and down, leaving bloody trails everywhere.

The pain is relentless. I know that I can't take much more of this, it has to end. When it seems like my entire arm has been coated with acid, the person switches the knife to my other arm. During the brief pause, they ask me again about District Fourteen. My mouth remains shut. I can also hear screams coming from somewhere else on this hovercraft, and I realize that I'm not the only one who is captured. Well, that just boosts my determination not to say anything. I want to hold out the longest.

Cato would say that I'm just being stubborn, but I think my pride will actually help me survive through this pain.

When the person realizes that I'm not going to reply, he starts cutting my other arm. The pain is at least three times worse than the pain on the previous arm. Despite all my efforts, I hear myself screaming for them to stop. They just laugh and continue torturing me.

The person says, "I'll stop when you decide to answer my question. Why did District Fourteen revive dead tributes? What would they gain out of it? And how did they work?"

I know that they're lying when they say that they'll stop when I answer their question. The Capitol doesn't work like that. And I can't even answer the first two questions, because I don't know the answers myself.

A door bursts open and a small child by the looks of it dashes inside. My torturer stops to see what the kid has to say.

"EMERGENCY!" is the only thing he manages to shout before he collapses on the ground, a knife in his back.


Marvel

My mind keeps repeating the events of what just happened over and over again. Especially the part when I saw Glimmer, strapped to the pole, looking like she was dead.

Cato doesn't like Glimmer anymore. I can just tell. He has his heart set on rescuing Clove.

We keep walking for hours, but eventually Glimmer falls down. I stop to help her, and Cato stops as well.

I ask Glimmer why she can't keep going, and she says that her stomach hurts too much. It is then that I realize my stomach hurts too. We haven't eaten since the lunch back in District Fourteen, and that was one or two days ago.

"Cato, we need to hunt for some food. And this water canteen really needs a refill." I say.

Cato simply nods in agreement, and I take a knife and try to find some prey while Cato searches for water.

The thing is though, there is very little to find out in the desert, so I search for several minutes without finding anything. When I see a rock, I flip it over, and there, on the bottom of the rock, are three lizards. I move so fast the lizards don't even know that they're dead until their heads roll off the stone.

Picking up the bodies, I trudge back to where Glimmer is. We don't have kindling, but I had taken the stone with me, so I try to fry the lizards on that. After a good twenty minutes - because the desert is very hot - the lizards are cooked fairly well and ready to eat. I hand one to Glimmer, and she starts tearing into it vigorously.

Cato comes back with a full water canteen, and we all settle down to eat the lizards. When we're done, I lay down with a satisfied sigh.

"Pass me the water." I say.

Cato hands me the water canteen, and I drink thirstily. The water is surprisingly ice-cold for us being out in the desert, and I ask Cato where he got it. He says he chopped off part of one of the large green plants with spikes on it, and water gushed out of it.

"Well, now we have a way to get water," Glimmer says. "Let's all keep a lookout for those green plants."

Since we are all full, we decide to keep walking. The sun is directly overhead, showing us that it is noon. Sweat beads my face and neck, and I can hear Glimmer panting for breath. I wonder what's happening to Clove right now, but I know for sure that it's not good. Has she spilled the beans yet? Or is she holding out? I think the second one is more likely, seeing as Clove's pride would get in the way. Especially if there are other people on the hovercraft, and she knows that there are other people.

After endless hours of trekking through the desert, and the sun is just beginning to set, I see another human figure in front of us.

Gesturing at Cato to be quiet, I walk up to her slowly.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

She screams in surprise and slashes at me with a knife. I grab the hilt and twist, forcing her to drop the knife.

Picking it up, I say, "You didn't answer my question."

She snarls at me. "What do you think, idiot? My friend was taken by the Capitol. I'm going there to free her."

Shock courses through me. "We're going there too."

She looks at me like she doesn't believe it. I think that she could actually help us on the way there.

"Who's 'we'?" she asks.

"A couple other people and me. What's your name?"

"Cynthia. You?"

"Marvel." I say. Cynthia seems nice enough, besides the fact that she tried to kill me. She has white-blond hair that falls to her waist and icy blue eyes that clearly say, don't mess with me. If I had to guess her age, I'd say about 18.

Cato and Glimmer walk up to us. "Who's this?" asks Glimmer.

"I'm Cynthia." says Cynthia, with a voice of steel. "What about you?"

If Glimmer seems surprised, she doesn't show it. "Glimmer. District?"

"Three. You and Marvel are obviously District One, but what about him?"

"I'm Cato. District Two. I don't remember watching any Games with you in them. When were you reaped?"

"Six years ago. I was twelve."

No one responds to this, so I ask Cynthia if she wants to travel with us. She hesitates before responding, but when she does, she says yes.


A/N- Alright, I need to answer some questions. The girl was a mutt, and her snakes were also mutts, but the girl was a kind of leader. If she died, the snakes died too. And the poison flowing out, well, it was traveling all over Glimmer's body, and when it found an opening, it just flowed out. Does that help at all? Anyway, how was this chapter? STUPID CAPITOL! Anyone agree?