WHAT! Ok I'm so sorry, I did NOT think it was a month. Seriously, I thought it was a week. So I was like "Hey, it didn't even take me a million years to update this time." But then I looked at my last chapter and it said Happy Easter….whoops. Well sorry, I get out of school THIS WEDNESDAY! :D So I'll be less busy then. Anyway, hope you like the chapter. :)

Last night while it was my turn to watch, I was just nodding off when she spoke.

"I know you're up, Clove." Glimmer said.

My eyes snapped open only to narrow as I looked in her direction. "How?"

"You've been talking to yourself."

I frowned. Really? That's embarrassing. "I wasn't talking to myself…I knew you were up. I was just…waiting for you to reply."

Glimmer chuckled. "Okay, whatever, Clove. But why are you staying up? Do you really not trust us?"

I didn't answer for a minute. "Why are you up, anyway?"

"I couldn't sleep. Are you going to answer my question?"

"Probably not."

Glimmer sighed. "This is turning out too much like the Hunger Games. Except this time we're just running. And hiding. I don't like hiding, Clove."

I shrugged, even though she couldn't see it. "Neither do I. But we have to. Hey, why are you talking to me? Don't you hate me right now?"

"Don't you always hate me?" She asked. "What's the difference? We're supposed to dislike each other. We're tributes."

"Not anymore."

"You're right, not anymore. Not literally, at least. But think about it. We're running from the Capital, playing games with them. We're still completely and fully under their control. What's the difference, really, between this and the Hunger Games?"

That made me think. I realized that she was right. But really, this is so different for the Hunger Games. I trained my whole life for the Hunger Games. I was supposed to win and come home. If I had done that, we wouldn't be in this mess right now. Everyone would be dead, except for me. I would be rich, living in my victor's home, and safe. And there would be no war if there was no Katniss. At least the Hunger Games is sort of organized; it's less…intimidating than just wandering around in these unmarked areas, not even having a clue where we're going.

After a few minutes of my not responding, Glimmer said, "Goodnight Clove." And I'm not sure if she went to sleep or not, but I was pretty tired, and after that I decided it would be safe to sleep.

Yeah, I was kind of wrong.

"God damn it, Clove!" Cato whisper-shouts at me.

Ah, what a nice way to be woken up. Normal people could probably sleep through that, but I'm a very, very light sleeper. I force myself to open my eyes. "What?" I spit at him.

He's standing above me, looking furious. "Where's Glimmer?"

I sit straight up and look over to where she was sleeping, but the only person over there is Marvel, still sound asleep. I look all around me then, but I don't see her anywhere. "How the hell am I supposed to know?"

"You were supposed to be watching, you idiot!" he practically spits at me.

"I…I was!" I protest, standing up as well.

Cato scoffs. "You must be blind, then!"

I exhale sharply. "Cato, I was watching! But Glimmer was up and she talked to me, so…I figured it was okay! Who gives a damn where she is, anyway?"

"Well, I sure as hell don't, but Marvel will pitch a fit when he wakes up."

"Why? It's not like we told her to disappear."

Cato looks at me and narrows his eyes. "Maybe your dimmer than I thought you were. He'll think we killed her, Clove!"

I bite my lip. "Ooooh. Oh yeah. Well…what do we do then?"

We both think for a minute. After a little while, Cato comes up with a brilliant plan. "We kill Marvel once he notices?"

I shrug. "Not a bad idea. That would probably be right when he wakes up. But…what about when—or if—Glimmer comes back?"

Cato shrugs. "We kill her too?"

I frown. "Well Marvel I don't care about…but Glimmer's kind of grown on me."

"How can she 'grow on you'? She's the most annoying person living in all of Panem!"

"Well…she can be annoying, I guess."

"It would be easier to move, with just you and me."

"And Rae."

"Yeah, and Rae."

I look at Marvel sleeping on the ground. "I don't know. I hate Marvel…but it would just feel weird to finally kill him. You know how everyone has an annoying obstacle that they have to carry with them their whole life? Well, Marvel's mine. What would I do without someone to make fun of all the time?"

Cato sighs. "Are we going to kill them or not?"

I think for a moment. "I think…what if we just leave before he wakes up?"

Cato shrugs. "Fair enough. But before we wake up Rae, I want you to be positive. Are you sure you don't want to kill him?"

"Yes, Cato."

"Damn." He shakes his head. "Oh, well. I guess we better start moving."

We wake up Rae and tell her our dilemma, and she agrees that leaving before Marvel wakes up would be a good idea. So we take one of the backpacks and leave the area quietly, making our way through the trees. We walk in silence for a while, just to be safe, but then Rae brings up something I hadn't really thought of.

"Do you think it would've been nicer to kill him, instead of leave him to fend for himself all alone, always in wonder where his companions are?"

"First of all, we left him with a backpack." Cato says. "Second of all, we are not his companions, because I'm pretty sure you have to like someone to be considered their companion."

Rae shrugs. "Just saying."

"Maybe she's right. But it's not like he doesn't deserve it." I say.

Cato nods in agreement and we keep walking. When we woke up the sun was just rising. Yesterday it was really warm before the sun had even risen completely, but today it's a little cooler.

"It feels like we've been walking for days." Rae complains.

"We have." I say.

"But it doesn't take this long to get to District Three. I've gone there before. Well, to the fence, at least. I think we passed it."

Cato stops walking. "You knew how to get there and you didn't tell us?"

"Well you were going the right way!"

"Well what do you mean we passed it? How could we have, wouldn't we have gotten to the fence?" I ask her.

"Well we took a wider route than I did the time I went. So maybe…we went around it?"

I sigh. "Well…we're that much closer then, right?"

No one answers me. It was kind of a rhetorical question, anyway. Cato turns around and continues walking. And walking, and walking. We walk for hours, only taking short breaks every so often. After a while, my legs just became robotic and I hardly felt them moving anymore. We walk until the sun sets, and then I sniff the air.

"It smells like that food we had in the Capital, Cato. You know, that stuff with the really good buttery sauce?"

Cato thinks for a second. "Salmon?"

"Yeah. It smells like salmon."

"You're probably just letting your hunger get to your brain." Cato tells me dismissively.

After about another mile, Rae wraps her arms around herself. "It's getting really windy. And I smell that smell too, Clove…but I've never had salmon."

Cato sighs. "You're all going crazy." He grumbles. But then he stops. "I smell it, too."

Rae and I stop walking as well. "Do you hear that?" I ask.

"Hear what?"

"Just listen. Next time the wind stops, listen." The wind stops then, as if on cue, but there's still a noise that sounds like the wind. "It's water." I decide.

"A lot of it." Rae agrees. "So that means…we're in District Four."

Sure enough, after about fifteen more minutes of walking, a large port comes into view, and splashing up against the cement ground is the expansive sea. It looks like it goes on forever. People are bustling around at stations, coming in from boats, skinning fish, bartering and trading, and other normal things. The only thing separating us from this normal District Four day is a barbed wire fence that rises up at least six feet above my head.

"How do we get in?"

"There's got to be a break or hole in the fence somewhere." Rae says. "There always is. And in our districts, the Careers, they don't enforce staying inside the boundaries as much as they do in the poorer districts." She looks at us. "I have a lot of free time on my hands to read."

We follow her up and down the fence for a little while until we come to a more secluded part of the port, still without finding a gap. Rae all of a sudden perks up and she picks a stick up off of the ground and throws it at the fence. It bounces off and falls to the ground, like it would if it hit anything else.

"Well, that was a huge waste of time." Cato says. "Maybe we should've checked to see if it was charged before we walked ten miles?"

"It wasn't even one mile." Rae shakes her head. "Can I have your knife, Clove?"

I take a knife out of my pocket. "I'll do it." I get down on my knees and cut a hole through the fence, just big enough for us each to fit through. I go first, then stand there for a second, waiting for alarms or something to go off. But none do.

"Huh. You'd think they'd be taking extra precautions because of the war. Makes you wonder about the safety of the country we're living in." I say.

Rae laughs. "Yeah, because our country is the safest place to live."

She and Cato climb through, and we all survey the area. Branching off of the port not too far away is a wooden boardwalk that leads to a dock, and off of that looks to be how you get to town.

"How do you suppose we do this?" I ask. "Just walk right through the middle of the district?"

Rae frowns. "Well…you two will be recognized for sure if you're seen. We could probably find some back ways to take, or something."

"Sounds like a plan to me." Cato says.

We begin to walk carefully through the port, but no one takes notice in us. Cato and I put away our weapons as not to bring attention to ourselves. What's more obvious than a bunch of wanted resurrected tributes waltzing around a district in full health, weapons ablaze?

We keep our heads ducked once we get to the main road, for its more crowded here.

"What happens if someone sees you?" Rae whispers as we look for a back way.

"We kill them before they have the chance to say anything and cause a scene." Cato says simply.

"And killing someone wouldn't make a scene?" Rae asks.

Cato shrugs. "Not if you know how to do it right. Hey—" All of a sudden he stops walking. "Everyone shut up."

"You were the only one talking, dipshit." I roll my eyes at him and he shushes me.

"Listen!"

"To what?"

"Those people."

I spot the people he's talking about, then I look away so it's not obvious we're listening.

"—can't believe they made their way here. Just shows that this war is actually happening." One man is saying.

"I know. After that bombing, things seem in favor for the rebs, huh?" his friend answers.

"Yeah. I mean I don't hate the Capital with a passion like some of these folks, but as long as things aren't so tight around here, I'm fine with a new leader."

"I'd say the same, Mack."

The man, Mack, hauls a barrel of fish up on to a wagon. "Do you think they're staying, or just passing through?"

"The rebels? Not sure. Probably passing. How many are with now?"

Mack shrugs. "Just the inner circle, I heard. Katniss Everdeen and the people that travel with her. Some victors, I think."

Cato and I exchange a look. Katniss is here, in District Four. With us. Right now.

The two men say goodbye to each other and the three of us duck into an alley. Cato grins. "Maybe this'll be easier than we thought. "

"Yeah, but…we don't have Marvel and Glimmer."

"So what? They weren't much of a help anyway. Are you gonna help us, Rae?" Cato looks to her.

Rae shrugs. "I guess so."

"Awesome. First, I'm hungry. Clove, get some food."

I scowl. "Get your own damn food!"

Cato raises his eyebrows. "I'm not very small or agile. Do you want me to lumber on out there and just take the food?"

"Yes."

Cato sighs. "Meet us back here."

I roll my eyes. "Fine. But if I bring you things you don't like, you'll have to deal with it." I turn and head down the alley, heading in the opposite direction of the street. Each of these back streets lead into one another; it's like a giant maze. I try my hardest not to get lost, but I also need to go a little deeper in order to stay unseen, because there are only a few people here or there that walk past me, and they don't even look up from their carts to acknowledge me. But still, I duck my head just to be safe.

After a few minutes I feel like someone's following me. Just that uncomfortable, vulnerable feeling on the back of my neck. But I always feel like that, and every time I turn around, I don't see anyone.

It's been about ten minutes and I haven't found anything in this town of back streets. I didn't know it would be a whole fricken labyrinth back here! I would've stuck to the main street and risked it. It's becoming increasingly difficult because of the setting sun; it's casting shadows, making the alleys even darker. The stone streets were actually quite pretty when it was light out, but now they just look ominous.

I sigh and stop walking when I'm certain I'm at the dead center of this thread of streets. Maybe I should've asked for a map or something? That would've been smart. Or dumb, considering they would probably ask me who I was. I could've stolen one….

I wonder if Rae and Cato have noticed my long absence. I'm very hungry now, so hungry that I think it's sort of passing. Either that or I just can't feel it anymore. I should've turned around a while ago. No one is roaming the streets anymore. The small shops are smaller and more ran down, and there are ramshackle houses substituting the place of where shops would be. I'm about to sit down when I hear something. A shuffle of a foot. I take out my knife and whirl around, but there's no one there. The sky is becoming even darker, and I'm starting to think it was really stupid of me to go this deep into the back ways. Okay, there's no one there. I'm just being paranoid.

When I turn back around, there's another face right in front of mine. A very gorgeous, very sinister face. I reach out my knife to stab him but he catches my wrist in a steel hold and knocks the knife out of my hand, then slaps me hard across the face. Then he takes the hand that slapped me and puts it to my throat, slamming me up against the brick wall of the old house behind me. The grip on my throat isn't too tight, but it hurts like hell, as does the place where he slapped me. I stare right into his deep sea green eyes which are narrowed at me, his smooth tan face is twisted into a scowl.

Finnick Odair is about to kill me.

"How did you get here?" he snarls at me. "Who's with you?"

I don't answer and instead bring my hands to his, trying to pry them away from my throat. He tightened his grip with each sentence he said to me, and it only tightens more with my struggle.

"Answer me!" He screams, his face right in mine.

"I can't…" I try to tell him that he's cutting off my air supply, making it physically impossible to answer him. He glares, then looks to the side at the old wooden door right next to us. He kicks it in and then shoves me into it. I gasp for air, thankful that I can once again absorb it.

Finnick comes in after me and slams the door behind him. The room we're in is small, with dark, dusty hardwood floors and a single small table in the corner with a lamp that's giving off the only sparse light. He crosses his arms over his chest and stares me down.

"So, I finally meet the infamous Clove." He says with a sinister smirk.

"What do you mean?" I narrow my eyes.

Finnick rolls his eyes and begins walking slowly towards where I stand as he talks. "Everyone at our base talks about you. You, and the male from your district…Caleb?"

"Cato." I correct him, not sure if he meant to mistake it.

"Riiiiiight…." He starts circling me now. "You're quite a vicious one, I understand. I can picture it." He stops and gives me a half smile. "Should I be frightened?"

I narrow my eyes at him but don't respond.

"Alright then. I do admire your strategy…." He looks straight into my eyes. He's very close to me. Very, very close.

"I know what you're doing, Finnick. Don't bother. I'm not going to tell you anything just because you wink at me."

Finnick takes a few steps back and crosses his arms again. "Okay, fine then. Why don't you just tell me straight up then, and save us all some time?"

I shake my head. "I don't have anything to tell."

He laughs, a cruel sound that almost makes me shiver. I knew he was good with making people fall for him, but I had no idea he would be so intimidating in an evil way, like he is. "You may be clever, but you're a fool if you think I'm stupid enough to believe that. What's the Capitol's next plan of attack?"

I raise my eyebrows. "Have you not heard? I don't work for the Capitol anymore. We ran away."

Finnick looks genuinely surprised. "Really? Why?"

"It doesn't matter." I say dismissively.

Finnick gives me a sly smile. "It's too bad I need to kill you…I like you, Clove. But if you're not working for the Capitol…what are you doing?"

"It doesn't. Matter." I repeat.

He has my throat again before I can process what's happening. He's good. "It does. It matters all too much."

"Why are you fighting for them?" I ask him suddenly. "I thought you loved the Capitol. They sure as hell love you. You date Capitol girls all the time. Why the sudden change of heart?"

I see a break in Finnick's mask. "It's not sudden." He says coldly. His grip, which had loosened when I asked him this, tightens again suddenly and he throws me onto the floor. I hit it with a loud band and wince. "If you're not going to tell me anything, I might as well kill you know." He says grimly. He walks behind where I'm lying on the floor to the long table that holds the lamp. He opens the cabinet under the coffee table and pulls out a trident. But it's not just a fisherman's trident, it's a trident made to be used as a weapon. When he sees my shocked expression, he smirks. "It's a meeting house. For emergencies."

He turns away from me, holding the trident up to his face, observing. I stand up slowly and quietly, ignoring the flaming pain that's shooting up my spine. I slowly reach into my jacket and pull out a knife, but his instincts are as good as mine. He whirls around and stabs with the trident just in time for me to duck. I twirl my knife between my fingers so it's in a more comfortable position and slice expertly at his calves since I'm already down there, but he jumps back.

"Ah, you're great with knives, babe." He grins at me. "Good. This'll be more exciting than I thought."

I scowl at him but his smile—or smirk, rather—doesn't disappear. He looks to his right for a second and I take my chance and whip the knife at his face, but his trident comes up in a flash and he deflects it, sending the knife clattering to the floor.

I've never missed a hit. And now I'm defenseless.

He takes stabs at me over and over, and thanks to my many years of training I'm able to dodge almost all of them, but he slices me a few times. It goes on for I don't know how long, until I step on the head of the trident when he stabs at my feet and it falls out of his hands. He looks at me and smiles in a "challenge accepted" kind of way, and then he lunges forward and reaches for my neck, but I dodge him and manage to duck away. But he grabs hold of my shoulder and pushes me down to the floor with ease, then puts a foot on top of my chest. He reaches for his trident on the ground and then points it right at my face, so close that one of the tips is almost touching my face.

"Sorry, gorgeous. You were trained well, I can tell. But I'm just too good to beat." He smiles. "I hate to do this to you, love, but…." I'm about to try and kick the spear away once more even though I'm weak and slightly broken, but then I don't have to. The door bangs open and someone steps in.

"Stop! Finnick, stop, don't kill her!"

Finnick and I both look towards the door, and I almost want to scream when I see who just saved me.