"Wake up sunshine!" I just roll groan, rollover, and almost fall out of the tree. Patin's strong grip saves me just in time.

"Try to be more careful," she says.

"I will," I say, but I can't keep the sarcasm out of my voice. I bite my tongue to teach my brain a lesson. I have to be more careful. Thinking she'll turn on me could just make her want to turn on me even more. Besides, I think, she was just warning me. "Sorry," I say. "Not a morning person," and give a smile.

As we eat the rest of the fish, I try to think of a way to bring up age without sounding ungrateful. It would bother me if she was only 14 years old.

I get me chance as we're just finishing up. "This is feeling longer than the rebellion," she says with a sigh.

"Yeah, I know," I say, licking my fingers for extra nutrients. "It's been what? Four days? And I fought for six years since I was eleven." I look at her expectantly.

"Me too. But since I was ten." 16. Man, she's short for being Urso's age.

After eating, we try to remember who's left in these Games.

"District 5 and District 12," I say. "Those are the Districts out for good." Patin crosses out the 12 and 5 drawn in the dirt.

"So the Districts with both tributes left are 7, 8, and 4," she says, circling the numbers.

"Yes, and then we have the boys from 6, that's Cayne, 9, and 10 left too." I write boy next to each district. "The girls left are you, from 1, 2, 3, and 11." I write girl next to each.

"The girl from 2 is named Dabnet," says Patin. "She's really good at archery, but horrible at knives." I raise my eyebrows at her knowledge. "We talked during training," she explains.

"The boy from 8 is Hugo. He's with the girl and may be injured." I feel Patin's questioning gaze and continue, "I heard a jabberjay. Something about mutts and he was groaning a lot. I can confirm the mutts."

"What about Urso? And Cayne. You seem to know about him." I feel my cheeks heat up and hope Patin didn't see my moment of weakness.

I lie, "Urso's good at swords." She doesn't look suspicious so I gather she didn't see him in training. "Cayne's pretty good with knives." It's obvious why I lied about Urso, but Cayne? Why would I want to protect the very person who scared me so much I deserted him? Patin probably saw him doing great at archery in training anyway.

"So, the people we don't know much about are the District 3 girl," I shrug, "District 7s," nothing there, "8, boys from 9 and 10, and girl from 11. They must be good at some weapon for making it this long."

"Yeah," I say, "or hiding."

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A bright blue sky. Sun shining off the calm rippling water. Boat rocking. Left, right, left, right.-

"Did you hear something?" Patin jerks me back to real life from my daydream.

"No," I say, and adjust my spear. "Let's climb," I whisper.

"No," she says shaking her head. "It'll take too long." She points to her beat up arm. I nod.

We wait, on the alert with our backs to trees about five feet apart. I catch only a few sounds at first. The wind in the trees, my breathing. The longer it is, the more I can hear until I can make out soft footsteps. The steps of someone slinking around. It's coming from behind us, but not too far away. Maybe they haven't even seen us yet.

I glance at Patin, and she mouths the words, "Get ready." I don't dare breathe.

I hear the footsteps getting closer and closer, and then Patin gives the signal to go.

We jump out from behind the trees pointing our weapons at a little girl with dark skin. She's not armed, but I wonder if she has allies.

Patin quickly traps the girl by holding her sword close to the girl's neck. I point my spear at her heart. She looks absolutely terrified, and I can't help feeling sorry for her. But I hide it the best I can.

"District 11?" I ask harshly to intimidate her even more.

The girl starts to shake and tears well up in her eyes. "Yes," she says in a trembling voice. "Please don't kill me! I swear I'll help you!"

"What can you do?" Patin asks. She tightens her grip on the girl.

"I-I can shoot," she whimpers.

"What good is that if neither you or us have a bow? Let alone arrows!" I say. As I say it, it strikes me how cold and heartless I sound.

"I d-don't know!" she says and begins to cry. "Goodbye mother! Take care, Plum! Your big sister Bran loves you!" I open my mouth to tell Patin to kill her, but nothing comes out. A tear falls from eye but I quickly erase the evidence.

"Do it," I say flatly. Patin brings the sword across Bran's throat, and the little girl falls limply to the ground as her cannon sounds. Patin gives me a look and I can tell she feels the same as me.

"I can't-" she starts.

"The cameras," I interrupt. It's the first time in a very long time I've thought about me being on national TV. I wish I could go somewhere with no cameras to cry, but there is no place like that. No place but my head to say how I actually feel about today's events. Well here it is: I feel sick. Me and my ally just killed a little girl, maybe 12 or 13, without much hesitation. Beam was one thing, but a crying little girl? I'm despicable.

Wow, I've been updating a lot. It's because none of the fanfics I'm reading have been updated, so I don't read other things before I start writing and start thinking that their fics are so much better. Anyhoo, I NEED SOME MORE REVIEWS! I know I say it every chaptahr, but you guys are skimping out on me. PLEASE. And how do you guys feel about me doing some other POVs? Just cause your not getting anything else that's happening during these games. But on the other hand, (fiddler on the roof, haha, if you've seen it you know what I mean) you understand how Mags feels being so cut off from everything. Leave a review and tell me :)