Ignitus formed his hands from his face into a rectangle out of both of his thumbs and index fingers, inclosing us within it. He looked really stupid, causing me to slightly glare at him.

"What is your problem?" I asked separating from Setth and taking a few steps back as our mentor came towards us.

He reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me back towards my fellow Tribute. He then began readjusting the two of us to where we were pushed closer together, and holding another's hand. After he finished and turned to our mentors, I scatted across the room, and hid behind Express, right as he dropped his spoon.

Motor shook her head disapprovingly. "We can't make them appear from that angle, Ignitus; they have to appear to hate each other."

Express gathered his act, and then waved me out from behind him. He looked at me, then Setth, then to Ignitus. "I can see why you would want to play it that way. They would make a couple the Capitol would kill for, but we can't do that. Motor is correct."

Ignitus sighed, then went back to his seat. "The Games would be so much more interesting if there were some type of lovers in it. Doomed love from the start. Come on!"

"No!" Setth, Motor, Express, and I said in unison. Ignitus went back to eating his dinner, and so did everyone else.

After much of a silence due to our now dead beat escort, I got an idea.

"Maybe not lovers," I began, causing everyone to look up at me. "But maybe we could try a close friend thing?"

Setth nodded in approval. "I was kind of thinking the same thing. I mean, we don't have to go with the flow and act like complete strangers, do we?"

Ignitus still looked sad, but did consider the thought. "Well, it's not exactly what I wanted, but I guess it would be better than wanting to kill each other right off the bat. Are your mentors going to be alright with this?"

I looked over to them, and saw them whispering in each other's ear. They stopped for a moment, and then went back to it. It went back and forth for a few minutes until they looked up, and nodded.

"We both agree that it will be fine, but you will have to spend a lot of time with each other while you keep this act up." Express spoke. "A lot of time, but not all of it. We don't want to make people think anything more than that."

I thought that was good. We all happily chewed down our food, and for the first time, I realized what I was eating. It was some dish with white rice and meat with vegetables. My escort told me it was called "Curry" and originated a very long time ago from a land unknown to Panem. I was drinking this amazingly tasting chocolate drink that had little while clumps of fluff in it. If the Hunger Games were about who could eat the most of this stuff until they die, then I wouldn't mind.

We made small conversation about different things the rest of dinner, and then we were sent back to our compartments. I dragged my feet across the floor, rubbing my stomach, until I got there. I changed in to a long, white nightgown-looking thing, and crawled into the covers of my bed.

Next thing I knew, I was running. Fast as my legs could carry me. I heard a cannon fire. I was running to find out who had died. Which tribute had died now? I didn't know how long I was in the arena, or how many people had died. I looked back. I was being chased by three females and a male. Two females were coming at me with spears. The other two tributes were throwing blades at me. One stuck in to my arm, causing me to scream in extreme pain and terror. As soon as the screaming calmed, I ripped the knife out of my arm, and turned around.

I felt a grin spread over my face as the girls with spears approached me. The grin was not of joy, but blood-lust. Never in my life have I been violent, but I had no choice in the Games. The girls realized my change in attitude, looked at each other, and slowed down to a walk. This was when I snatched the spear out of one's hand while slashing her neck, then took the spear and stabbed the now shocked other girl through the stomach. I slowly took the spear out, twisting it around inside her body.

Two cannons fired and I turned to the final pair. They turned and ran as fast as I could, and I followed, only stopping when I saw a body propped up against a tree, head down. I slowly walked to it. I came to my senses only when I lifted their head, about to give them a bloody red smile ear to ear.

I screamed at the top of my lungs.