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This chapter is very Lucian/Athea heavy, so I hope you don't mind. Enjoyyyyy...

Lucian Sparx (3)

To take my mind off Athea's absence I try to get Faunas talking. The only problem is that he can't stay awake for more than five minutes. I know the importance of rest for the healing body, but this cannot wait.

"Faunas!" I shake him violently and his eyes open just a bit.

"Wake up!" I shake him again. His head droops forward. This is getting me absolutely nowhere.

"Faunas, were your parents involved with District 13? Do you know anything about District 13? Faunas wake up. District. Thirteen."

Faunas' eyes opened and catch my gaze. His eyes are an amber colored and are so mysterious that I cannot read any emotions behind them.

"What did you say?" He asked quietly

"What do you know about District 13?"

He doesn't answer.

"Faunas? Have you ever been there?"

He nods his head so slightly I can barely perceive its movement.

"Is it still there?"

He blinks a few times and then his focus grows hazy and he's asleep again.

I can't hold back my frustration. I've never had much of a temper, but control had always been in my grasp. The rules are so much different here. In the arena your ally runs off, you're informative is partially unconscious, and there's no predicting the outcomes.

I try to settle myself down with some food. I'm so thirsty though that I don't have an appetite, so I decide to stare at the electric trap and worry about Athea. There's nothing else to do. I could always go looking for her. She would probably kill me… oh the irony. I laugh at my own personal morbid joke. Faunas is still sleeping away. I wish I could be sleeping right now. Actually it's quite chilly out. I unroll my sleeping bag and tuck myself inside.

"Lucian! Lucian!"

I'm up before I even get my eyes open and Athea is on the other side of the fence. The first thing I notice is blood.

I quickly get her under the fence and try to staunch the blood flow from her side.

"What happened?" My voice is rising into uncontrolled panic mode.

"Stop Lucian," she pushes me aside. "It's not that bad. Just grazed the skin. I'll tell you later. Here, take this."

I step away, and she throws me a filled canteen. It the most wonderful water I've ever had, and Athea gives me a nasty look.

"What is the matter Athea?"

"That was for Faunas."

She throws me another canteen and I attempt to give Faunas water. Most of it drips down the side of his mouth. I glance to Athea, who's treating her wound, to make sure she isn't watching my embarrassing display.

"I picked up a few herbs. I don't know how well they'll work, but it's all I could identify."

I pick up a bundle of leaves.

"No not those." She sighs with frustration. "Must I do everything myself?" She asks, her voice exhibiting a bit of sarcasm.

"Aren't these the same?"

"No! Seriously Lucian, haven't you studied medicine?"

I shake my head. "My specialties mostly lie in the physics area."

"Well just chew the leaves up, mix with water and apply generously."

I try to make use of my stunted medical brain and cover Faunas' many bites. I feel like I'm a young boy finger painting and I come to the realization that there's a reason I never wanted to be a medical doctor.

Athea finally comes over to help me. She picks up a leaf and examines it cautiously.

"Oh no…" she says faintly.

"What?" I spit out a mouthful of the leaves.

"I picked up the wrong plants. These are deadly."

Well it was a nice life. Can't believe Athea is essentially my murder.

"Haha got you!" Athea erupts into hysterical laughter. "You should've seen your face."

I resist the urge to punch her like the bullies use to punch me.

"That was not funny Athea!" I yell as I stomp away like a moody toddler. I decide my sleeping bag is a great hiding place.

"Wow Lucian. I'm sorry. I just thought we could use some humor around here."

The silent treatment is a perfectly acceptable way to let people know how upset you are.

"Whatever Lucian. You'll come out when you want some water."

And that won't be for a long time.

"Don't you want to know what happened to me?"

Trying to use my curious brain against me I see.

"Or do you not care that I almost got killed?"

Or we can play the guilt trip. How original.

"Did you hear about the snow?"

Snow? What is that crazy girl up to? The weather doesn't shift that rapidly.

"Or those two cannons?"

Now she's definitely playing around. I would've heard two cannons.

"Wow Lucian you are truly unshakeable."

Our small camp falls silent and I couldn't be happier. I decide to finish my afternoon nap except when I'm almost asleep Athea decides to break the silence again, but she's not talking to me.

"Nice to see you're awake."

"Where am I?" A weak voice that belongs to Faunas asks.

"In the arena, during the Hunger Games. My district partner and I found you outside the desert being eaten by these strange locust mutts."

"That's so strange… I thought I was with my sister."

"Oh, I'm sorry. That was probably a dream."

I can tell he's disappointed.

"I think I remember now," he finally says. "What's your name?"

"Athea DiMae, I'm from District 3."

"Nice to meet you, although I feel like I've been here before."

"Yes you woke up a few nights ago asking where you were. You were in pretty bad shape. Well… you still kind of are, but we're fixing you up."

"Why did you save me?" Typical question.

"Well my partner, Lucian, he'd probably prefer is you called him Chip, said you knew a few things… about the rebellion."

On the mention of my name I peak my head from my sleeping bag.

"District 13?"

Oh he recalls our conversation from earlier.

"How did you know?"

He shrugs his shoulders.

"I think I've met Lucian… or Chip… What do you call him?" Faunas asks and Athea tries to stifle her grin.

"Lucian doesn't let me call him anything."

Faunas looks puzzled. I guess it's not just me then.

"I'm really tired," he says after a moment.

"Go to sleep then. We can talk later."

A few moments of silence pass. I can't sleep now. Why did she give him permission to sleep? I really need to talk to a Faunas who has his wits.

"I know you were eavesdropping," Athea finally says once Faunas is asleep.

I contemplate keeping up my silent treatment, and decide I will not break this easily.

"Come on Lucian! I said I was sorry! I didn't mean-"

The sound of a swarm of insects hitting a bug zapper cuts her sentence short and I snap up immediately. The familiar buzz of electricity running through the trap has multiplied by ten folds by a young boy gripping the wires.

The sound of his shriek piercing the silence sets me over the edge. I am the creator behind this death trap and now it's taking a life. I bury my head in my bag and cover my ears.

A garble of words passes the boys mouth as he tries to speak, but I'm not listening. I'm not listening. Everything is okay.

The electrocution goes on for a while and in my mind it lasts forever and finally the electricity noise is cut short and a body falls to the ground. A cannon lets me know that it's safe to come out.

"What the fuck just happened?" Athea finally says.

I have no answer, so I try to distinguish the boy. I can see he one of the younger tributes and he has red hair.

"Jasten…" Athea speaks my thoughts. This is all so confusing.

Audrey Carpenter (8)

The snow begins falling as the sun starts to dip low in the fake horizon of the arena. The maze is so expansive that I could believe it was a part of the real world, but when the weather is manipulated so unpredictably I remember that I'm stuck in a bubble of the Capitol's creation. I'm being watched from every corner.

Ashley is asleep against me. We are still crouched in the limb of the tree. I am so uncomfortable, between Ashley pressing against me and the hard bark bearing into my back, but I have no will to wake her up.

It's miraculous that she's still breathing. I'm taking it as a sign that the poison was too weak, or that there is a being watching over us performing miracles. I attempt to shift my weight to a position that is slightly more comfortable. Ashley shifts in response to my movement and her heavy eyelids open.

She shivers at first and then her eyes find the snow falling around us. It's getting colder, but she stands up and climbs down from the tree. The look in her eyes is one of wonder and amazement.

"Have you seen snow before?" I ask.

She nods. "In the winter months we can get quite a bit. I'm used to it. How long was I asleep?"

"An hour or two."

She sits down and rolls her pant leg up to look at the small puncture wound.

"I think you're going to be okay."

She merely shrugs her shoulders and pokes at the skin around it. I notice a round area of red inflammation occurring around the site, but that is to be expected I'm sure.

"I'm scared," she says.

"That's a normal thing out here."

"No, I'm scared that my father is dead."

"Why would he be dead?"

"He's very sick," she replies. "I'm afraid he'll die and then Mother will be all alone."

Ashley's hidden meaning gives me a deeper chill than the snow. She believes she's going to die.

"Ashley…" I start.

"No, it's okay Audrey. Thank you."

"If anything happens… I swear to help you."

She smiles at me for the first time in a while, but the sadness still looms beneath it. It seems more of a smile to appease me than anything. Has young Ashley given up hope?

"I'm going back to bed," she says pulling herself up the small trunk of her tree and crawling into her sleeping bag.

I decide I might as well crawl into my sleeping bag as well. Whether or not I sleep is a different story, but at least I won't freeze to death. For a while, I watch the snow build up on the trees. We don't get snow that often in District 8. Those who live further north experience it more. I've only seen snowfall a handful of times, and nothing like this.

The sound of a cannon wakes me up, and I immediately open my eyes and try to find Ashley.

"Ashley!" My voice is frantic; my eyes searching the darkness hoping to find her nestled safely in her sleeping bag.

"Audrey…"

Oh thank god.

"Audrey… help me please," the voice belongs to Ashley and she sounds like she's in pain.

"What's wrong Ash?" I call over to her and she answers with a moan before I hear vomiting.

"Ashley!" I yell again and I stumble out of my sleeping bag and to the ground, landing in a mass of cold snow. I ignore the chill and pull myself up Ashley's tree.

"I need water," she says and I hand her some from my bag. She drinks the bottle dry. "My mouth feels like it's burning."

Suddenly she covers her mouth and turns back towards the ground retching. I can tell she's trying to hold back the liquid she's just drank, but it's no use.

"It's the poison," she says. "It has to be," before turning back towards the ground and throwing up again.

Scout Calloway (10)

"I'm freezing," I tell Dorien, and I drop her to the ground.

"Thanks," she says sarcastically as she brushes the snow off her clothing. "You should be use to this. Don't you live in 10?"

There are only a few districts that are far enough north to receive snow. District 10 is one of them.

"The only problem is that I'm from District 4. I'm use to warm weather and beaches," I snap back. Dorien needs to watch her attitude. She can't walk without my assistance, and at anytime I can just decide to leave her helpless in the snow.

"Help me up, would you?" She holds her hand out to me. I sigh and pull her up and she hobbles to a nearby tree. After traipsing around the maze like a bunch of ignorant rats we finally reached this snowy forest wonderland. I regret complaining about the horrible heat that plagued us earlier this week.

I'm forced to share a sleeping bag with Dorien as we only have one left. Kyra had been carrying the other one and well… it's probably at the Capitol now.

I'm nervous about the whole thing. I tell her she can sleep first. I'm afraid she'll pull her knife out and stab me in my sleep. After what happened to Kyra I could believe it.

I know that Kyra's character would match sacrificing herself from somebody else. I remember when the cow mutts had first attacked us and she helped my brainless self up the ladder instead of leaving me. I also remember Dorien reaching out to help her back up then.

Since Kyra died, I've seen a transformation in Dorien. If she was untrustworthy before, it seemed ten times worse now. My gut told me she was hiding something, and I should've ran screaming when she limped out of that barn. However, I'm not ready to be left on my own. She needs me as much as I need her. With this in mind I remind myself that she can't stab me in my sleep if she ever wants to be mobile again especially now that the weather has taken a drastic turn.

I wake her up when I get too tired to keep my eyes open and she shifts as far away from me in the sleeping bag as possible.

"You'd think I had some kind of disease," I say and she gives me a hard look. "I may be attracted to girls, but that doesn't mean I want to make a move on you."

I turn away from her on my side before she can give me another dirty look. Then I think about her knife again, and turn onto my back. Better safe than sorry.

"I think you're lying about Kyra." My sleepiness is clouding my better judgment.

She's silent.

"Did you hear me?"

"Yes."

"What do you have to say to that?"

"Believe what you want Scout. I guess it's always good to be untrustworthy and watch your back," her words sound like a threat.

"You need my help Dorien. I could leave you in these woods alone and you'd die."

"But you haven't," she says, and she's right.

"I want to know the truth," I say.

"The truth doesn't exist," Dorien answers. It sounds like a scapegoat answer.

"What's with your bullshit?" I push.

"Go to sleep, Scout."

"I'm not going to give this up Dorien. I'm going to find out what really happened to Kyra."

"Let me know when you do."

Her attitude makes me want to stab her myself. I don't feel right staying with her, but my curiosity and lack of judgment at the moment keeps me from doing anything drastic, and eventually I fall asleep.

Athea DiMae

Not long after the cannon fires the Capitol anthem plays and I see the two District 7 tributes faces appear in the sky along with Jasten's. Lucian is struck with disbelief.

"How did he get here?" He says as he paces around our small campsite. "How did David die and Jasten live to get electrocuted?"

"Does it matter?" I ask. "They're gone and we're closer to winning."

"I-I-I… don't know. I guess it doesn't matter." Lucian sounds frenzied.

"Lucian? What's wrong?"

He stares at his hands. "I'm a murderer!"

"Yeah, so is everybody else here."

"That's not true! I haven't seen you kill anybody. Oh, this is terrible!"

"I wounded that girl at the bloodbath, not to mention I shot somebody with a poison dart earlier."

Lucian stops his pacing and turns to me.

"Who was it? Is that how you got injured?"

"I don't know who it was. Some girl and I think there was somebody with her." I shrug my shoulders.

"Well if we use elimination the only possible females it could've been was Aeron from District 2, the short-haired girl from District 5, that one from 8, Scout from District 10, or Ashley from 12."

"Yeah that's too many for me to narrow it down, but I hit one of them after I got a spear thrown at me."

"So my dart gun came in handy?"

"Um…"

"Um? Well it's obviously you didn't kill anyone. Unless you killed those District 7 tributes."

"Well no I didn't. I couldn't find any fast-acting poisons that one would normally use. I'm not that proficient in identifying plants, but I did find this one. It sort of works like arsenic poison. It takes a while to build up in your system, but then it leads to total organ failure, so I imagine I will be a murderer in approximately 24-72 hours."

"Wow Athea. Doesn't that make you feel repulsed at yourself?"

"I hadn't thought of it like that, but thank you Lucian."

"I don't wish to hurt others," Lucian says. "I only want to protect myself. I wish that wasn't at the expense of others."

"Do you think I wanted to hurt that girl?"

"Well Athea you knew the poison wasn't strong."

"They didn't know that. After I hit one of them, they ran off and hid! It's like you're insinuating I'm some kind of monster."

"I don't want to argue about this Athea, so I'm just going to drop this subject. I look forward to seeing who your poison victim is. Now what about Faunas?" He points to the sleeping boy.

"Oh yes, I should probably change his dressings."

"I need to talk to him," he says. I can't help but roll my eyes.

"He needs to heal first Lucian. You can't push the human body."

"Well he was talking to you earlier. When I tried to speak to him, he barely answered and then fell back asleep."

"Are you jealous that my social skills are more adept than yours? Besides I wasn't interrogating him for information!"

"Well I need to talk to him soon," he crosses his arms over his chest and I ignore his whiny disposition to get my first-aide supplies.

"What is this you said about snow?" Lucian asks when I don't reply to him.

"It's was snowing in the forest area. It's a little colder there. I imagine it'll start here soon."

"How are we going to stay warm? We have two sleeping bags and three people."

"You're the one who brought this third person here," I answer. "We'll have to share."

"Well, I'm not sharing," Lucian says.

"You're acting like you're five-years-old tonight. It's getting on my nerves." I can't help it that I'm blunt.

Lucian tries to give me an intimidating look, but it doesn't really work.

"I'm going to bed," he says.

Good, I don't have to hear him anymore tonight.

Faunas' eyes open soon after Lucian goes to bed. He seems more alert.

"What time is it?" He asks.

"No idea. I don't have a watch. It just got dark a few hours ago though if that helps."

Faunas lifts his arm and examines the sore flesh.

"The bites look a little better, but you have so many. There's a really bad spot on your back that's still oozing like crazy, but I have herbs, so it won't be long until you're good as new."

"They itch like crazy," he says reaching for his back. I pull his arm away.

"Don't." I say.

"I forgot… you're Athea, correct?"

"Yes, and that over there is my district partner."

"Oh, I remember he was sleeping earlier."

I stifle a laugh. "He doesn't sleep all the time. It's just a coincidence."

"Why did you guys save me?" He asked me this question earlier, but he must have forgotten.

"Lucian thinks you know something about the rebellion."

"Oh," he looks down at his lap.

"What is it?"

"He's probably going to be disappointed. I really don't know that much. My parent's were important, sure, but I was kind of young."

"If Lucian thinks you know something, then you probably do. Don't worry though we won't throw you out in the cold; I'll make sure of that."

Faunas smiles at me, and I return it with my own before applying more paste to his back.

"Actually," I murmur. "Do you know about District 13?"

I feel Faunas tense under my touch at the words.

"No," he says curtly.

His response tells me that I should not to push the subject. I'll let Lucian do that. He is the one who thinks there's something crucial about it. Though my intuition is telling me that Faunas knows something just as Lucian thought.

A/N: Ah thanks for reading and being wonderful and all that. Leave me reviews please. I like hearing your guy's predictions on whose going to win and whose going to die. :) I sat down and pretty much planned the rest of the story. I'll post some more info on what's to come in the next few chapters later on my profile so keep your eyes out if you curious.

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