The first thing I hear is the low crackle of a fire. When my eyes flutter open, I see my partner cooking a rabbit's leg. "Morning sleepyhead." He says, turning the spit.

I rub my eyes free of sleep and stare at him. "How long was I asleep?"

"For a while." He removes the scalding hot spit. "A cannon fired, but I am not sure who it was meant for. Probably Carly or Flitter. Rabbit leg?" He offers me the spit. I touch it gingerly.

"So, only seven left?" I ask, taking a bite out of the meat. It tasted perfectly cooked and no grease dripped from it.

"Yes." He picked up a handful of dry fruit and sat next to me. "Did you have any dreams last night?"

I shook my head. "The only thing I dreamed last night was about Jace and Jetta. We were on the farm, chasing chickens and playing with the cows. I haven't done that since Jace turned twelve." I bit into the meat.

We finished our breakfast and exited the cave. Like yesterday, I grabbed my knives and fruit and Quaid packed his spears. We decided to go the opposite direction than we did yesterday, hoping for whatever we could find. The sun was high in sky, appearing to be about noon. That should give us enough time to find whatever we hope to find.

We walked and walked until I thought I couldn't stand on my own feet. Sticks cracked under our boots and pebbles slipped as we trudged on. How much longer could the arena go on? Before I had time to think of that, I saw a red berry on a bush to my left. I clucked my tongue to Quaid and moved towards the berry. It was a ripening blueberry. The bushes had branches with thorns poking out and blueberries on them.

I craned my neck and saw more bushes deeper in the forest. They were clumped together and held a multitude of berries. I reached onto a branch and plucked a small berry. A little juice squirted out on my finger. I placed the berry in my mouth and a sour taste filled my taste buds. "It's sour." I report to Quaid. "Obviously, that one wasn't ripe enough. Go for the bigger berries."

"Yes, ma'am!" He salutes me and grabs an empty sack. We picked berries until the bushes were clean. I saw him sneak glances at me as we grabbed our life supplying fruit. Our sacks started to fill up faster than I could keep track of. I picked one berry after another, hoping to live longer in these Games.

The sun moved towards the west and we have to get back to the cave before night falls. Quaid and I both knew this and we started to walk back. We traced our steps and kept walking forward.

Snap! Snap! Snap! "Did you hear that, Cowgirl?" Quaid asks, stopping me in my tracks.

"The twigs snapping?" I ask. "It's probably an animal." Snap! Snap!

"I don't think so." He gets his spear poised to throw and moves forwards. I slowly follow him. The sun quickly set, making the arena darker than it should be. Quaid is in front of me, but I can only see his silhouette. As I walk forwards, I feel a presence behind me. I continue to walk forward until a heavy force pulled me to the ground.

I scream for Quaid as the force is wrestling with me. Was it a mutt or something the Capitol invented to get rid of me? I could vaguely see the face of the force. Her face is a few inches from mine and I see her eyes. Large and a green hue. Her hair was a tangled mess and a sandy shade of blond. Those traits are known to come from District 1.

It's Flitter!

She picked up my shoulders and slammed me into the earth. "Thanks for leaving me to die. You seriously underestimated me." Her hand reached into my pocket where I stored my sponsor knives and took one.

"Quaid! Quaid! Help me!" I screamed.

"Jada!" he yelled in response.

"Great sponsors!" Flitter smirked. "I wonder how these work. Oh yeah. You throw them into the flesh of your victims." Flitter uses her knees to keep my wrists on the ground. Where was Quaid? She clutched the knife and pressed it against my cheek. With a flourish, the knife cuts my skin and my blood meets the air.

I let out a yelp and look for Quaid in the darkness. I hear his voice, but I can't hear what he is saying. Flitter starts to cut my forehead before she falls off of my body. Quaid comes over and picks me up. He wraps his arms around me, allowing my blood to spill on his body. I didn't want to look at Flitter.

"Helping out the enemy? That's low, Ethers!" Flitter says. He must have hit her with his spear, but not in the right place to kill her.

"She's not the enemy, Flitter!" He retorts, letting me go and walking towards her. "I was paired with her thus making her an ally. Wanna talk about low? How about you leaving Louis to die?" Everything was silent. Quaid takes the spear out of Flitter's abdomen and stabs her again.

BOOM!

Quaid takes the spear and comes over to me. He embraces me and wipes the blood off my face. In seconds his hands are stained by my blood. "I'm so sorry I didn't help you. I'm not sure what I was doing. Can you forgive me?" He fishes out a cloth and presses it against my wound.

"Yes. I forgive you." I say, moving forward. "Let's go back to the cave."

We get back to the cave just as the nightly death toll appears. Flitter's face appears and Carly finishes up the deaths. Six left and only two can come out. The only four we have to beat are pairs. "District Four is in the top six. That hasn't been done for over thirty years." Quaid points out as he applies pressure on my wound.

"Was that the year that Five won?" I ask.

"I believe so." He replies. He takes the cloth of off my face and soaks it in water. "I'm curious about this. Can you name every victor ever named up until the last Hunger Games?"

"Okay. I'll try." I say. I take a deep breath as he places the cloth on my cheek. "Torren Lancer from Six. Minya Marks from Eleven. Alexander Javor from Four. Hector Ayres From Two. Kyra Palmer from One. Nani LaBelle from Two. Clarissa Harman One. Mags Tansil from Four." I name every single victor. As I get on with each year, I can see the shock in Quaid's eyes. Who can remember every victor from every Hunger Games that took place?

I name every victor including Woof, Palma and Marlow from 6, Seeder, Beetee, Brutus, Chaff, Haymitch, Wiress, Blight, Cecelia, Gloss, Cashmere, Enobaria, Finnick, Annie, Johanna, and Katniss and Peeta. I have to skip over the 75th Hunger Games because there was no victor. "Danyel Irvine from Eight. And Pace Caywood from Three, who won last year."

His mouth hit the floor.

"How in the world do you remember all of these victors?" he asked, washing the cloth free of blood. The blood stopped flowing from my cheek wound, but the scar will forever remain.

"I have all the discs from every Hunger Games and I have a very good memory." I reply.

"Are you okay?" he asks, touching the skin near my wound.

"I'm fine. I would like to get medicine, but that is in the sponsor's hands."

"Let's go to sleep. There's nothing else left to do. I'll take the first watch." He kisses the cheek that is free from wounds. "I'll wake you up in a few hours. Sleep tight, Cowgirl."

"Thank you, Gem Boy." I lay my head on a makeshift pillow and close my eyes. I could barely hear him mutter these words, but I heard them come out of his mouth, "I love you, Jada."

A/N: Thank you for reading and reviewing. I had a problem with Chapter 17, with the fact that it wasn't uploading correctly. But, never mind that. Now, Palma and Marlow are the Morphlings from District 6 who competed in the Third Quarter Quell. I made up a lot of names and I think you should read this story just for that. Lol. Read and review, please. :)