I honestly had not the time to type this up all weekend until tonight. Guys you should know we went on all day choir trip yesterday and didn't get home till midnight. Don't be mad*puppy eyes*

Though… I honestly think the only people that are reading this I already let read the chapter but whatever;D

This is Garrett's chapter, btw. I DIDN'T WRITE IT. got that? good. :D *evil laughter* GOSH I LOVE CO-WRITING. That way I don't have to think. Yeeaah.

Digo's POV: (for you non-fanfictiony people: Point of View:D)

The first thing we realize when we wake up is the feeling of cushion under our backs. I finally get to be cushioned even though I prefer to sleep in the woods. My name is Digo and I have a few secrets nobody knows about. I have a wolfish personality and I have longer teeth than normal. It's always the small things that give us away, don'tcha think? I'm a hunter, and people call me spunky and hyper. Enough about me though, lets go through the story, shall we?

We walk through the large double doors into rooms filled with knives, axes and every other doubled edged object forged in the darkest corners of the human mind. I see Anna pick up a small knife and trying to teach herself to throw it. She grabs it by the handle and hurls it at the human painted target. I stay leaned up against the wall just watching her, and she turns around to me looking so accomplished. A grin you can't forget as I just lean back and smile her same smile in admiration of her new found natural talent.

I casually make my way towards the weapons table and see my options. I felt my heart race and my adrenaline pump. I seem as though I'm like a small child in a candy store. I pull two small daggers out of their leather sheathes and put the blades to my lips. I like the steel and put the flats against my forearms so the serrated edges jut out. I leap into action against plastic enemies slicking off their heads as if made of butter. The Luck of the Wolf is a little something I learned from my grandfather. "You put part of you into whatever you do, and it becomes your strength," he'd say, almost as if knowing I would need it someday. Well, he was right. Every other tribute thinks I'm a slacker and that I don't know how to fight. The only ones to see my display is the scattered heads of my plastic foes. I have to keep the stupid look going. I turn around to see the one person I never mind seeing. Anna comes up to me and touches me on my back in a way only she could with those lighter-than-air hands. She steps into my sight, "Look at you," with the smirking look only I can appreciate.

"That was kind of the point I tried to make with that. You couldn't." I snicker under my breath after sheathing my blades.

"Why not let anyone see those sweet ninja moves?" She laughs a little just to seem as that would release tension from her nervous and shivering frame.

"The more incompetent they think I am, the better. Let them think I'm weak. They should fear more than these blades."

I start to leave and put my shoulders back into the stance of confidence. I grab a rag out of my trousers and wipe the sweat from my brow. I turn to see Anna standing there, I kiss her forehead, grab her by the shoulders, usher her out and close the door behind us.

GOD I HATE TYPING WITHOUT LOOKING AT THE SCREEN… I FEEL LIKE I'M BACK IN ICT;p