Chapter Eight
Night had wrapped herself over the arena and I could barely see the tributes through the darkness. I followed Gale and saw that he had been cautious and had strapped himself to the tree he was sleeping in. Very smart. All was going well. Keeping my eyes glued to the screen, I started to nibble at the tessera bread my sister had placed in front of me sometime ago.
I swallowed as I scanned the woods for any threat that may harm Gale. It seemed like all was in his favor today. The suddenly, crack! Snap! Pop! What the hell was going on? Then suddenly, a warm glow spread onto the leaves of the trees and I almost choked on my bread. Some idiot had lit a fire! In the middle of the night! That's almost like waving a red flag and shouting "COME AT GET ME!". I screamed in frustration at the stupidity of this action. Gale seemed to want to do the same.
I didn't think I would be able to with hold every foul word I had on the tip of my tongue if I were in Gale's position. But he held his ground and remained motionless in the tree. After a few moments, it seemed that I was right. The firelighter has made itself prey. To what seemed like a pack of Careers. There was bond to be a death tonight.
I heard a sharp snap and a blood-curling scream and all was quiet again. The fire had died a bit and there were small hoots of laughter. I believe I heard that district two boy, Cato. They were debating on whether or not their prey was dead.
"There's no cannon," (a cannon sounds every time there is a death) said Glimmer, a district one tribute.
"She's dead! I know where I cut her!" Cato argued.
"But there's no cannon!"
"I'll go finish her off. Just shut up now or we'll get caught,".
This time I really choked on my bread. It couldn't be. It was. Vita had been able to form an alliance, with the Careers.