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I glared down at the boy who stood under me, who had picked up my ax that I dropped when I stood on the net that hefted me up in there. I was hanging from a tree with a single rope, engulfed by a net. If only I could cut it and be set free…

He fingered the blade of my ax and rubbed his fingers against the now dry blood from my bloodbath kills. I never cleaned my ax because I figured tributes would be more scared to see that I've already gotten some kills.

"Is this what you have to do to get girls to talk to you?" I growled down at the boy. He looks up at me, taking his attention away from my ax. I got my first looks at him.

He wasn't ugly, that's for sure. In fact, he was kind of handsome. He was really handsome. He had bright sea green eyes, an athletic build and tan skin, complete with his messily and loosely curled bronze hair. He was young too, must've been 14 or at most, 15. He held a trident in one hand and my ax in the other. I recognized him from training and gulped. He was really good with that trident.

"It works, doesn't it?" He responded, chuckling. I just sat there clutching the ropes that bound me. My knuckles were turning white.

"Are you going to let me down so we can fight?" I tried to sound more confident than I felt.

The boy just looked up at me, eyebrows raised. "Sure, because it's not like that would be to your advantage." He rolled his eyes. "I saw you in training," he adds.

"Did you?" I asked, not sounding intrigued at all.

He nodded faintly. "Yes, and frankly, I think we'd make one hell of a team."

I looked down at him skeptically. "You want me as an ally?" I snorted. "Don't you see how easy I am to catch?"

"Fine, suit yourself. I guess I'll have to kill you then." He raised his trident, looked prepared to throw it right at my chest. It didn't seem very pleasant.

I gritted my teeth. Another very unfortunate way to die. I could add that one to the list. Killed by 14 year old after trapped in hanging net. "Wait," I stopped him, as I sighed.

"Yes?" A slight smirk appeared on his lips.

"I guess I'll be your ally. Now cut me down, would you?"
"Your wish is my command." After a bow, he adjusted the aim of his trident by tilting it higher so it cut straight through the rope that tied the net I was trapped in to the tree.

My brain must be very slow at thinking things through because the thought that I would fall when the tribute cut the rope didn't come to me until I was about to give the ground a high five with my butt.

I hit the ground with a loud thud. "Thanks," I grumbled, as I rubbed my temples.

He grinned like a fool. If there was a contest to see who could get their lips closest to their ears, this guy would win. In fact, it was making me uncomfortable. "You're quite welcome. Need some help?" He extends his hand to offer to help me stand up.

I stood up on my own, refusing to grab his hand. I wiped the dirt off my pants and faced him. He was about my height, which was 5'6. He awkwardly took his hand away from where he had extended it for me to grab and scratched the back of his neck.

I forgot that he had my ax. I reached out to grab it, but he pulled it farther away. "Ah, ah, ah," he warned. "I don't trust you yet. You don't get this until I can trust you." I folded my arms.

"Aren't allies supposed to trust each other?" I asked, raising my eyebrows and considering briefly to run over and grab his trident and fight him. But, that also would be a very, very unfortunate way to die. The opponent had my weapon so I took his. Right before I turned around, he had advanced on me, my now traitor of a weapon raised. Before I could implant his own trident in his chest, my ax would already be through my head, crushing my skull.

"That is only how it appears. What would happen if we were to be the last two left? I would have to kill you."

"Thanks."

He smirks. "Only being honest."

He starts walking slowly over to where his trident lays, but passes it. I, finding it a bit odd, pick it up. His back was turned. It could be easy… No, I wouldn't do it. I couldn't. He was, in fact, my ally.

I cleared my throat. "Your trident..," I say reluctantly, holding it out.

He grinned that fool of a grin again. "Well, look at that, you've passed!" He didn't even take his trident.

"Passed what?" I asked, clearly confused.

"The test to become my ally." He takes his trident out of my hands and continues. "You see, I wanted to see if you would give me my trident or backstab me when I left it layi-"

"Wait, you were willing to risk your life like that to see if I'm trustworthy?" I asked, interrupting him.

He only laughs. "Oh, I would've heard you coming behind me. Then I'd kill you with this," he says, holding up my ax. "Which, by the way, you now deserve." He hands me my ax. I smiled.

"Hey, I never caught your name," I say, still smiling a bit.

He leaned against a tree and sighed. "Finnick Odair, district four. You?" He raises an eyebrow at me.

"Bambi Mason, district 7," I reply, again fingering my necklace.

There was a short pause.

"Allies?" I ask, extending my hand.

"Allies," he agrees, taking my hand and shaking it.

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