I can hear their murmurs. They're attempting to be quiet in case a tribute is around and they want to take them by surprise. The boy from District Two, Cato, I think someone said his name was, is getting agitated for the lack of action and blood.

He's whispering profanities that even Haymitch has not uttered.

I roll my eyes at his 'matureness.' I make my way to the little bed in the corner and shake Haymitch awake.

He rubs his eyes and gives me a small scowl, "What is it sweetheart?"

I smile sarcastically at him and say, "It's Peeta, the Careers are close."

His eyes widen and he jumps out of bed and sits on the couch, staring intensely as I follow.

There's a close up of Peeta and I can see that he's shutting his eyes with such force that his face trembles. He's not breathing. He's trying to be as still as a rock.

Vailea takes in her surroundings, she furrows her eyebrows and says, "Something's not right. I can feel it, someone is close."

Glimmer's partner, Marvel, snickers at this comment, almost as if he believes it's absurd to have someone from Twelve telling them what to do.

"Got something to say spearhead?" Vailea snaps.

Marvel just simply rolls his eyes and turns around. Vailea scoffs and turns to Cato and Glimmer, "I'm serious, I feel like we're not alone."

"You're not the only one who feels that way," Glimmer says.

Clove agrees with both of the girls, "Can it be Loverboy? He'd be a nice kill."

My stomach churns. The fact that she says this so easily with no remorse at all disgusts me. How much of a target is Peeta? Everyone is out for his blood, especially the Careers.

Peeta hasn't breathed in at least two minutes, when he takes a breath it's going to make a sufficient amount of noise, and even if he's able to suppress it, the Careers have been training all their lives, and I'm positive that their hearing is impeccable.

They're nearing the shrub, and Peeta is only separated from them by mere centimetres.

I can sense Peeta's dread, the tension and anticipation in the air is overwhelming.

Then Glimmer sees him.

Her eyes widen with the emotion of shock, while Peeta's is filled with fear, his blue eyes stand out in the midst of dark green leaves and mud.

This is it, this is the end of the road for Peeta Mellark.

Then I witness something that I didn't expect. A Career turning down a kill.

Glimmer looks around, trying to see if any of her allies are watching, but instead they are more focused on searching the trees. And in a swift move, she brings a finger up to her lips and silently tells Peeta to keep quiet. Peeta sighs quietly in relief and nods his head to Glimmer, as if to thank her.

But Glimmer just turns around, not acknowledging his thanks. She approaches the rest of the Careers and says, "Look, there's obviously nothing, we were wrong. Let's just go! We're losing valuable time!"

Cato seems to approve but Vailea seems hesitant, seemingly doubting Glimmer's sudden change of heart.

"Fine, let's go."

They all trek off, Glimmer trailing behind, but she looks back briefly and gives a small smile to the bush that Peeta is in.

My own words echo in my mind, 'A life for a life.'

It seems as though Glimmer has a heart after all.

Last night's Games has obviously surprised everyone, from Peeta sparing Glimmer and vice versa. But everyone is more focussed on how a Career showed weakness, and the sponsors are doubting District One. But looking at the supplies, I'd say that they wouldn't need any. But they're going to split up soon, these Games are going fast, and there's likely to be a victor by next week.

I have not gotten a wink of sleep, I've been awake for more than twenty-four hours watching Peeta. I can't help but silently thank Glimmer for her compassion. But it doesn't mean that I'll forget about what she did to that little girl.

I hear that District Eleven is doing quite well. Seeder popped in and asked how mine were doing, apparently, Thresh is hiding in a field whereas Rue stays above ground, hopping from tree to tree. In fact, if she had a weapon, like a bow and arrow, she could definitely pick off her opponents with ease and claim the victory. But she's too sweet to do that.

Peeta is progressively getting weak, his face is pale, paler than it already was and there are dark circles adorning the areas around his blue eyes.

He has no weapons except for a small knife. But while walking through the forest, he begins to saw off low branches that are sufficiently thin. I have no clue as to why he's doing this, but he's smart so I trust him with whatever he's planning.

I alternate screens, switching from Peeta to Vailea every couple of minutes. The Careers have split up, two guard the camp while the remaining three hunt for 'food,' food being tributes.

They're hungry for a feast, and they won't stop until they get a catch. I just hope that it won't be a blonde boy with blue eyes.

I can feel my eyes slowly droop from exhaustion, but I know that I can't sleep, not without knowing that Peeta's safe. But he is for now isn't he? I mean, all he's doing is walking, but you never know, a tribute may be watching him, just waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

But another reason is that he's slowly dying from dehydration, with every moment that passes, he is one step closer to death.

It physically hurts me to see him struggling, I feel weak, I feel helpless. And I know that he needs help, I know that he has enough sponsors ready to give him water. But Haymitch won't budge, he's always that one that has a say on whether we should send gifts or not.

I beg him, "Haymitch please! Please look at him! He's dying, please send him water!" I can feel tears clouding over my vision, I feel dizzy, perhaps from the worry, perhaps from the lack of sleep, perhaps both.

He looks at me and shakes his head, "He doesn't need it."

I continue looking at him, "What? Are you crazy? Can't you see tha-," I'm cut off when Haymitch places his hand over my mouth and forces me to look at the screen. And I now see that Peeta has found a small pond. He looks excited, happy and the light in his eyes has returned. I remember that he doesn't have a purifier, and he's going to get sick if he doesn't cleanse the water.

"Haymitch, I hope you know that he's going to get sick if he doesn't clean the water."

Haymitch looks at me as if I'm an idiot, "Yes, I know that. But I don't think now's the time yet."

"What? Yes it is! Look at him," I gesture to the screen, "he's drinking contaminated water!"

"He'll be fine for now, as long as he doesn't live off of it."

"He will be if we don't send him anything."

"I just don't think that now's the time to send him anything yet."

"The prices go up once the Games progresses, the price has already doubled since yesterday! I say, send him something now while he has enough money in his bank."

Haymitch has seemingly given up on fighting with me, but yet he doesn't budge, all he does is sit down in front of the screen and continue watching, completely and utterly ignoring me.

There's no changing Haymitch's mind when it's made up, kind of like mine, we're too similar in a lot of aspects. So I sit down beside him.

Peeta seems to be more refreshed, and he sits beside the pond and piles the branches beside him. He picks one up and begins to shave off one end using his knife to form a sharp point. Then I get it.

He's fashioning his own weapon.

I can see Haymitch smiling from my perphial vision as the sponsor tablet rings excessively. Obviously this display of creativity has worked the crowd. Once again, Peeta is making all of the right moves.

"This is what I was waiting for sweetheart," says Haymitch as he orders a small vile of iodine and a water bottle inside a small black pouch that Peeta can sling across his waist using the belt holes in his pants.

"How much money is left?"

"Enough, still quite a bit. There's a lot of people betting on this boy. More than the Careers."

I nod my head, amazed at how well he's doing.

Two hours pass, and the sun begins to set. Then something startles the cool evening. A cannon.

It's certainly not signalling Peeta's death, he's perfectly fine by the pond, finishing off his hand-made spears, but he's as startled as I am.

Then I see it, Vailea and Cato. They killed the boy from District Three in a brutal manner, crushing his skull with a rock while repeatedly stabbing his senseless as if he was a hard slab of meat, but in the end, that's all he really is in the eyes of the Careers, a slab of meat.

With his new found weapons, Peeta sets off slowly into the setting sun, I notice that he finds a rabbit and spears it through with his new weapon. Now he has food.

The tablet rings again.

In the glow of the sun, fire is not easily seen, so he sets a few embers alight, not a whole fire, and cooks his rabbit after skinning it. He really paid attention in training. He almost reminds me of Gale, the only difference is that his footsteps are quite heavy in contrast to the light footsteps that Gale and I share.

He eats a leg and saves the rest for another day. I can see him settle into a nearby bush, similar to the one that he settled in the previous night and camouflages himself. But instead of being out in the open, he fashions a small wall of bush branches over where he's sleeping, so he's fully covered up. If I was a tribute, I wouldn't even know that someone was in there.

But the red and orange glow from the setting sun does not mask the wall of fire descending in on Peeta.

I know I know, B O R I N G. Not my best chapter. Kind of a filler, but I promise you that the next chapter will be action packed! I want to say more, but I'm afraid that I'll be spoiling my own story! So please, bare with me, I promise that the next chapter will be waaaayy better. Anyways, reviews are welcomed :)