A/N: This is a short chapter... 1) Because I wanted to update 2) Because I wanted to keep this separate from the events that are happening in the next chapter.

Also I keep forgetting to mention this, but it's currently day 10 or so of the games, in case you were curious.

Enjoy!

Bullet Daniels (2)

I watch the white flakes dance around in the moonlight, examining each one with fascination. We never get snow in District 2. Not only is it usually warm year round, but even if the temperature dipped low enough, the area is so dry that precipitation rarely falls anyways.

Tonight for the first time I am thinking about my sister, and how much I miss her. She would probably love to see snow. As I watch the dancing flakes I wish I could take her to see them sometime in a different world. She reminds me of why I need to win. I don't deserve to win necessarily, but for Elle I will try my hardest especially after losing our mother. I take a peek under my jacket at the blue button I savaged from her coat as she tried to pull me away the day of the reaping. I was so sure I wasn't going to the Hunger Games, yet here I am. If I hadn't tried to keep her away from that bully Blaine, I wouldn't be sitting her now, but everything I've done has been for her.

Memories of the rebellion come back to me in fleeting scenes. I have repressed the memories so deep they hardly affect me, but tonight is different. Thinking about my sister brings memories of my mother, who my sister looks just like. I think about her sacrifice to smuggle in weapons for the rebels. District 2 was always a bit of a 'Capitol's Pet', so much so that rebels in District 2 faced far worse treatment when caught. I always wanted to ask Mother why she gave up her family. I imagine it was to create a better nation for her children to live. At least that's what I want to believe. Another girl from the rebellion crosses my mind as well, but this one is more painful than the rest and I push images of the blonde haired girl who I loved so dearly away. Two years together and she was swiped away from me so quickly. I wonder if she's still alive, but I'm pretty sure she passed away.

I try to turn away from my feelings and bring myself back into reality. Aeron is buried in her sleeping bag. I hear her mumbling about how cold it is as she tosses around restlessly. I never realized how much of a sleep talker she was until tonight. Ever since Jade's recent death Aeron's agitation and nightmares have increased, and along with that she now sleep talks regularly throughout the night.

I try to warm myself up in my own sleeping bag, but my exposed head leaves me chilled. I'm thinking about how terribly I want a hat when I hear a strange beeping sound emerging above me. I duck into my bag expecting a bomb or something dangerous to land from the sky, instead a canister attached to a silver parachute drifts in.

Is this what I think it is?

I twist open the lid hopefully and inside there lays two pairs of gloves and hats. I place mine upon my head, it must be made of real fur. I grasp for a small slip of paper.

Stay warm. From District 2.

I can't even fathom receiving a gift from my own district. I contemplate whether or not I should wake Aeron up and celebrate together when more beeping sounds through the dark silence. This canister is much much larger. Two sponsor gifts at once? I can't contain my excitement until I open the lid and realize what it contains.

There is a set of scalpels, small scissor like objects, curved needle-like appendages, and a few other strange items.

You might need these.

This is the only thing written on the paper and I wake Aeron. She's groggy and can barely keep her eyes open even after telling her we've received gifts. However, when I show her the strange items her eyes lower in confusion.

"These are standard surgical items. Why were we sent these?" She asks me as if I can answer her question.

"I guess we are going to need them."

I remember Aeron's interview when they asked if her knowledge of surgical procedures would be of use in the arena. Oh how did we laugh about it then.

"Were you hurt?" I ask her.

She shakes her head. "You?"

"Not that I was aware of!"

Aeron picks up the scalpel holding it up at the moonlight.

"I don't like this," she comments. "Not one bit."

And in her eyes I see the replay of Jade's death again. I see her futile attempts at saving her, and the last minute failure. Whose life is going to be put in Aeron's hands again?

Faunas Dunois

"Faunas, Faunas."

It's the voice of an angel and I'm wondering when I was sent to heaven.

"Faunas, wake up!" I hear from another voice, and I am shaken awake.

Maybe I'm not in heaven, and I open my eyes to see the red haired boy from District 3, and his district partner who I remember was named Athea.

"What's going on?" I ask. I attempt to move, but sharp pains resonate throughout my body, particular up my spine and into my neck.

"Nothing, you've been sleeping for a very long time," the boy says blatantly.

"I'm not feeling so well."

Athea immediately kneels across from me, and places her hand against my forehead.

"You're still running a fever. The bites are almost healed though," she says, and looks over my arms where only small raised bumps remind me of the locust swarm.

"What if the bites were poisonous?" The boy asks, and Athea's face drops.

She scratches the back of her head and looks me over.

"They were leaking green puss, but I thought the leaves would bring all the toxins out."

"There were a lot of bites, Athea."

I stare at the both of them as they talk about me like I'm not sitting right here. I thought after being rescued I would maybe be okay, everything would heal and I'd be useful again, but it seems like that may not be the case.

Athea catches my eye and forces a smile. She places a hand over mine, and my entire body freezes up under her touch.

"We're going to do everything we can," she whispers.

Athea's eyes are a blue-grey color that seem to melt every part of my being. For a second I can believe every word she tells me, and every promise she makes.

"Faunas, I would like to speak to you," the boy cuts in, and Athea breaks the contact between us.

"Yes, what is your name again?"

"Lucian, but I'd prefer to be called Chip."

I nod to him, remembering the conversation where I was told this information before. My awareness is certainly increasing, so why am destined to die anyways?

Athea ducks away and moves over to her bag where she retrieves some food, and water before crawling deep into her sleeping bag. I suddenly lose my focus on Chip, and experience a feeling of panic. This boy should not intimidate me, but I can see he has a bone to pick with me, and he'll pick all my bones to get his information.

"Faunas, please focus for a second," he says and I drag my attention away from Athea's sleeping bag to him.

"Now I'm aware that you're family played quite the role in the rebellion," he says.

I nod in response. Chip's statement is an underestimate. My parent's part was so profound there are no words. The things that they did, the secrets they kept… why I shiver at the very thought.

"Can you tell me more about that?" He asks, and I don't wish to at all. Being a Dunois requires that you must uphold secrecy, and with the Capitol watching our every move I can't really say much.

"What do you think I would know?" I ask him.

"I don't want to play games Faunas. You have been to District 13, is that correct?"

"My parents may have, but I know nothing about it."

Chip pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"You're lying!" He exclaims. "The other night when you were only half conscious you said that you knew something about it."

"I don't recall Chip, and if I was half conscious like you say then you can't take anything for certain."

"Faunas, we are not the enemy. We want to help. We need to restart rebellion."

I grab Chip by his shirt and yank him in.

"The first rule of a rebellion is to keep quiet," I whisper between my teeth.

As if on cue I hear the sound of whirring behind me. Chip catches it and immediately becomes quiet. It has to be a camera. I release Chip and he stands back and brushes himself off.

"Well then," he says composing himself, "I guess you wouldn't know what kind of information would be stored on a microchip."

"Microchip?"

"Let's say a microchip that the Capitol would kill for."

Well then it would only make sense that it would have to do with District 13 whereabouts, their underground housing, their weapons, and maybe secret documents about the rebellion.

"Well it's obviously something that is worth staying hidden."

I hope Chip catches my hint. If he's from District 3 and is as smart as he comes off I believe he will.

"Alright then," Chip says. "Although you don't give away any information I understand that if we get you healed up you may be of some use, and therefore we hope to keep you around. Besides Athea has gained some kind of liking towards you, not that I understand that girl anyways."

My thoughts are to focused on the thought of a microchip that I barely register any of Lucian's words. I'm wondering why he was asking. Perhaps they are in possession of such a thing.

"I would really like to get some sleep," I say.

"There's a sleeping bag over there," Chip says pointing to the one next to Athea.

I try to lift myself on my feet, but a shock of pain radiates throughout my body and I fall to my hands and knees.

"Faunas, are you alright? Let me bring it to you."

He pulls over the bag across the snowy ground. I take off my boots before sliding in feet first.

"Who has a microchip?" I ask Chip as he zips the bag around me.

"Athea sleeps quite late into the day, but she'll be up later this afternoon. Sometimes her calf bothers her a bit."

I bite my lip, discerning his words. Athea, calf, chip. Oh no. If the Capitol gets their hands on her, she'll be dead. I look at her from my bed. The only thing visible is her wavy red hair that peeks from the bag.

Although I have been whispered about in the hallways, and swooned over many times by woman, none of them had ever made me feel something that made me want to pursue them back. Athea has pulled a whole other feeling from me; one that I have heard about many times, but never experienced. Right now I know this feeling cannot be satisfied in this arena, so I must replace it with the need to protect her, and the information she carries. If she is to live, then perhaps I could as well in some kind of symbolic way.

Escule Hirosho

Watching Alice die has been traumatizing in every aspect of the word. I remember watching the axe fly through her head as I stood and watched. We had been so close to releasing her, but it wasn't even worth it.

So close, just as it had been with my father. He almost got on the train. I blame myself on both counts; the first that I had been the cause of my father's delay, and the second that I had delayed to take action in saving Alice.

At least her death was not in vain. David is now gone, and Jasten followed soon after, though I admit I was a bit saddened since Jasten had been the one to kill David, and save Shoal.

Where does that leave me? I am still alive, and I am still a coward. But I am still alive, and that's all that matter right now.

I am not thriving however. Ever since Alice's death I am experiencing similar pains to the ones I had felt in the days before the games started. I have alternating sharp and dull pains in my stomach and I am nauseous again. My emotional responses must be so weak that I can't even deal with them without physical pain.

I turn to the side to begin vomiting again. It just keeps coming in waves every time I try to force food or water into my stomach. Everything just comes right back up plus anything else my body can expel. I am fearing dehydration, but it doesn't matter because I am throwing up and all I can think about is how much it's burning the back of my throat. The bile stains the snow a strange color and I'm wondering if that'll make me easier to track down. Another wave hits me again, and just when I know I have nothing left I hear a voice behind me.

"Is that you, Escule?"

I turn around and am met by Dorien who is slung over her ally whose name is not coming to me as of now. The sight of her brings relief and panic. Will she help me or will she kill me? I wipe my mouth, and try to stand tall as I reach for some kind of weapon, but before I can my body releases another wave of vomit, and I find myself facing darkness.

A/N: Not really proud of this chapter, but oh well. Somebody was supposed to die, but I decided they might be worthy later on, so that's why this chapter was a little less action-packed, and shorter than normal. Anyways next chapter will be focused on everyone that was in this chapter except Athea, Lucian, and Faunas.

Also I have a proposition to offer. Would anyone who is reading that doesn't have a tribute either because they don't have one submitted or their tribute has passed be willing to offer me a second opinion on a few things related to this story? :) Everything is planned I just need to bounce a few ideas off. If you're interested just send me a PM or let me know in review.

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-Kayla