PLEASE CAN YOU READ THE NOTE AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER.

Chapter 8

Gale POV
"Woah, get your filthy hands off him! He's taken!" She shouts, anger bubbling on the surface of her face. I shake Glimmer's hands off my back and stand next to Charlie.
"I don't know what you're doing with her, you could join us, she'll be dead during the bloodbath." Chips in Clove. And I break.
"We're allying together, and nothing is going to change that! Now you psychopaths can get the fuck off me and pretend to like each other but watch your backs because your friendship won't last long." They look surprised and a little intimidated by my outburst and so does Charlie, but she's hiding it very well.

We decide to go to spear throwing to let off some steam, which I can do and find it easy, but Charlie has a natural talent for it. We've seen Marvel throw spears, but he's been doing it all his life, but I reckon if you get her angry enough, Charlie could throw that spear further that he can.

Effie is fuming when she finds out what happened.
"Fighting between tributes is against the rules!" She tries to yell at us, but her Capitol accent makes her sound ridiculous. She stomps out of the room, and Haymitch waits until the sound of her heels are gone before he bursts out laughing.
"Nice work again kids, now go to shower before dinner." He dismisses us.

I shower slightly earlier than Charlie, and as I'm changing I can hear her singing again:

Can you hear the sound of the turnin' wheels
Burnin' the road like it's never been down
I'm breakin' out of this town like a renegade
So baby get ready to run

Don't have any time here left to kill
Don't want to go down like the settin' sun
So let's break out of this town like a renegade
Can't wait another minute
I'm right here ready to run

I've never heard Charlie sing before we both got put in the games: never in the forest, never at school in the shows. She's a good actress, she's been in the performances and it really helps that one of us can talk and act for cameras, and I can only pray I'm doing enough.

Charlie POV
I wake up and not even bother with sorting my hair, change, and grab a muffin and wait by the elevator picking at it. Gale joins me and for once, we are both earlier than Effie. A voice from behind instructs us.

"Now is the time to show them everything you can do." I hear a gulp and Effie stands by the elevator telling us that they're both lining up sponsors today, with us luck, and the doors slide shut and we descend. We are led into a small room by a peacekeeper, and compared to what we've seen in the Capitol, it's plain.

The other tributes join us in the room, which has completely grey walls, white floor and ceilings and shiny blocks which we all sit on. The blacks are arranged in rows of 6, with 4 columns, with small gaps in between the districts. A voice appears from no where and calls each tribute by name, first the boy, then the girl. Marvel is the only one gone so far, and a Gale's eyes tell a story of fear, so I entangle our hands and I turn his face to mine and lock lips with him, receiving looks from all the tributes.

His hand leaves mine and wraps my waist, pulling me into his shoulder and runs his fingers through my hair, adjusting my fringe when it falls over all my face and moving it from side to side, pushing it up and flattening it. When he leaves for his assessment I move it back into its natural place, a fringe going over my face and curling at the ends, then waves that fall messily on my shoulders.

After about 20 minutes I am called and I go through the manned door and enter the gym which had been tidied up and organised with the weapons all on neat tables. Above me on a balcony are the Gamemakers, all watching me intricately, some writing down notes.

I instantly go for the knives, and line myself up against some mannequins on rail tracks. There are 12 in all, most in front of me, the rest behind me. I say to let them start moving, a belt a knives around my waist, and the mannequins run circles around me. I close my eyes a breathe, and left the knives fly out of my hands, with the same pinpoint accuracy as I did with Haymitch on the train. The Gamemakers clap and expect me to leave now, as one of them says.

"I'm not finished yet." I say. They all look shocked, and one smirks and writes down something. Next a go for the bows and use the static targets and I'm better than I thought. I tie some snares, throw dummies in them and watch as they fly into the ceiling, and I throw axes across the room, into the faces of the dummies I snared and I am met with more applause. I bow and are dismissed, hoping that I've done enough for a good high score, which means sponsors and weapons, which will save Gale's life.

Hey guys! I'm currently writing the Games and I want to know if any of you have suggestions for after the Game, please leave in a review or DM it me. Please review!

Anyway sorry about the long gap in between these chapters - I was on holiday and then came back and then had school and it was intense! Hope you all had awesome New Years and I want to thank you for reading the whole story! I love you all! Have a great day,

Abi :)