Marvel threw the spear piercing the dummy through the stomach. Perfect. He was directed to go run laps and he sighed pulling the spear out and putting it away. He began the laps and caught up with Cato, who had begun the laps a few minutes before. They ran at a comfortable pace, "Cato, how long have we been here?" Marvel didn't know why he asked the question; he knew how long.

"Two days in the Capitol, three since we left home," Cato replied glancing at Clove, who was throwing knives at dummies.

Marvel nodded slightly, "Yeah. How's Clove doing?"

"She's pretending like she is fine with it. But… Pretending isn't good enough. She isn't okay with it. How about Glimmer?" They were slowing their pace.

"She was fine with it until we got here. She's starting to accept her death which… Scares me? Yeah. It breaks my heart. This is starting to take a toll though. She can't stand to be in the same room with me. She knows we can't go back. She's in a war with herself." Marvel's face was twisted into a scowl.

"I know the feeling. I, mean, Clove isn't like that. Yet. She's starting to pull away." Cato was scowling also. They were really the best of friends; they fed off of each other's moods.

They continued in as jog for a bit before veering off the track to go watch the other tribute's train. They focused on the District Twelve boy. Clove and Glimmer joined them as the boy tumbled to the floor. Marvel raised his eyebrows as did Cato. The two girls tried not to laugh as his District partner knelt by him. She was talking quickly to him but he got up and picked up one of the weights. The 200 pound ones. He threw it across the Training Center making it land next to the Careers. Glimmer jumped a bit but Marvel jabbed her in the back. She scowled at him but he just smiled making her purse her lips and go back to training.

Cato and Marvel stuck together and looked at the stations. They chose the camouflage station. Marvel eyed the paints wearily as Cato began quickly. Cato began a messy paint job on his arm making the station manager cringe. Marvel followed the directions more closely and had a steadier hand. His arm wasn't perfect but it was better than Cato's. Cato's arm looked less like a tree, and more like… Pudding. Moldy pudding.

"Uh, Cato…" Marvel stifled a laugh.

"Oh. Shut. Up," Cato growled narrowing his eyes at Marvel.

"Alright, alright!" Marvel threw his hands up in defeat so fast the paint cracked. Cato chuckled making Marvel glare.

"Let's wash this off. It's almost dinner time," Cato told him walking over to the sink.

Marvel washed the paint off his arms and watched the water change from clear to greenish-brown. It was fascinating, really, watching the paint swirl in the water. He sighed at the water was whisked down the drain. He huffed and went back to his room. He sat down at the table and folded his hands. His mentor and Glimmer sat at the table too and the Avoxes began to serve them. They ate speedily and Marvel looked up. Glimmer smiled softly and he returned the smile.

"I'm going for a walk," Glimmer announced locking eyes with Marvel.

"I'll come," he offered following her out the door.

"How was training?" Marvel asked lacing their fingers together.

She pulled her hand away, "I can't."

"Why not?" he demanded staring at her.

"I have to hate you," Glimmer whispered painfully.

"No. Other people could kill me," he replied simply.

"And what if it comes down to the two of us?" Glimmer questioned looking at me desperately.

"I'd kill myself to send you home," he replied kissing her cheek.

"Marvel!" Glimmer hissed pushing him away.

"What? I will protect you to the best of my abilities," he told her to her horror.

"No!" Glimmer glowered at him.

"Glimmer," Marvel began, "I love you. I just want to get you out. Okay?"

She nodded reluctantly, "I love you too."

"You better," Marvel teased grinning.

"I do," Glimmer replied letting the teasing tone dominate her words.

The old Glimmer was back; she wasn't so scared. That moment, right then…. Marvel wished he could have froze it. She was smiling at him and he returned the smile. Her eyes were full of something other than fear. Hope, maybe? He grabbed her hand and pulled her up the stairs to the roof. They climbed the twelve flights of stairs before opening the door to the roof. He led her to the ledge where they sat.

"It's so pretty." Buildings were ever changing their colors, from green to pink, pink to blue… You could hear parties and see the mountains off in the distance. It was beautiful.

"I agree. Let's enjoy this time. Come here," Marvel told her opening his arms to her; she entered them smiling.

They were swaying to the rhythm of the noise the Capitol made. The citizens were terribly noisy but the couple welcomed the sound; it filled their minds with thoughts of the citizens rather than the Games that were to come. Glimmer positioned Marvel's hands on her hips and her hands on his shoulders and started softly singing a tune she learned back home.

"You have a beautiful voice," Marvel commented spinning her around.

"No," Glimmer protested smiling subtly at him.

"Don't deny it. Stop being so modest," Marvel teased as the drifted across the roof dancing to the rhythm of the nightlife, "You're never modest."

Glimmer laughed and fingered the collar of his polo shirt, "Remember that play we read about the poet who fell in love with the cabaret actress who died from tuberculosis?"

"How could I forget it?" Marvel asked softly.

"The Capitol reminds me of the cabaret, the Moulin Rouge… And the song… What was it? Rhythm of the Night!" Glimmer murmured to him.

The pair had spent days researching old plays and musicals and they found that one. They fell in love with it and it became theirs. It was a representation of true love and that was something they thought they had. They loved the play. It was so… Odd but so wonderful. She smiled as Marvel whispered the words to one of the love songs in her ear, "Never knew I could feel like this like I've never seen the sky before; want to vanish inside your kiss."

Glimmer kissed him softly granting his wish letting their worries melt away into the night.

Author's Note: Sorry I took so long to update! Life has taken over. Well, I made a reference to the musical Moulin Rouge(one of my favorites) and I thought it would make sense for them to come across this wonderful tale of love while searching for plays. I loved Moulin Rouge a lot, probably more than is healthy. Thanks to all my reviewers! I freakin' love you guys. :D Hope you liked it! Read and review!