This took a while to update again, and I'm sorry. Had some mad creative block, but I'm writing now and hopefully I'll have a few chapters under my belt by the end of the day. Enjoy!

I'm up well before dawn, having only managed little more than an hours sleep. I sit in front of the television, hands wrapped around a mug of coffee, and watch the Career tributes trudge through the forest.

They'd seen smoke from a fire a while ago, and had been following the trail when I'd turned the tv on.

The get closer and closer to the girl, who is completely unaware, unable to hear their footfalls over the crackling of the fire and before she knows what's hit her, she's dead. She begs a little, as anyone in that situation would do, but they kill her anyway.

I hate watching the kills, I see Brittany's face on every one of the tributes that die. Thinking of Brittany makes me feel strangely guilty lately, for reasons I'm not sure I can place. My strengthening relationship with Quinn? Or the fact that I'm still alive? I'm not sure.

I turn my attention back to the television, just as the careers pass right under Katniss's tree, where she's been sleeping for the night.

I can see her eyes widen slightly when she realises the careers have stopped to argue about 10 feet away. I know she can't possibly see them in the dark of the forest, and I hope they move along before she realises who's with them.

"Shouldn't we have heard the cannon by now?"

"I'd say yes. Nothing to prevent them from going in immediately."

"Unless she isn't dead."

"She's dead. I stuck her myself."

"Then where's the cannon?"

"Someone should go back. Make sure the job's done."

"Yeah, we don't want to have to track her down twice."

"I said she's dead!"

An argument breaks out until Peeta silences the others. "We're wasting time! I'll go finish her and let's move on!"

I see Katniss's face drop in realisation and curse to myself, she knows exactly where Peeta is now.

Peeta trots off to find the tribute they'd attacked a moment ago, and while I'm waiting for him to return, Sue enters the room and sits down next to me.

"What's going on Boobs Magoo?" She asks, signalling an attendant to bring her coffee.

"Katniss has found out about Peeta teaming up with the careers. Apparently surprised like this, she's half fallen out of the tree she was sleeping in."

I hear Sue chuckle, and we both watch the television in silence.

"Why don't we just kill him now and get it over with?"

"Let him tag along. What's the harm? And he's handy with that knife."

"Besides, he's our best chance of finding her."

They're obviously referring to Katniss.

"Why? You think she bought into that sappy romance stuff?"

"She might have. Seemed pretty simpleminded to me. Every time I think about her spinning around in that dress, I want to puke."

"Wish we knew how she got that eleven."

"Bet you Lover Boy knows."

The sound of Peeta returning silences them.

"Was she dead?" asks the boy from District 2.

"No. But she is now," says Peeta. Just then, the cannon fires. "Ready to move on?"

The careers run off into the forest as dawn begins to break, leaving Katniss to untangle herself from the tree.

I drain the rest of my coffee and stand up, stretching. "Well, I better get ready for another day of fawning over absolute morons."

I take a long time in the shower, standing under the hottest water available and letting it scorch my skin. Part of me is angry about the day I have ahead of me, and the other part is thinking about Quinn.

When I realise that I've been replaying her kissing my cheek for the past ten minutes, I shake my head angrily and shut off the shower. It's definitely why I've been feeling so guilty about Britt lately. I know she wouldn't want me to mope about, spend the rest of my life drinking away the sorrow that I felt. But still, I feel like I'm betraying her.

I sit on the edge of my bath and shake my head again. I'm talking like I have feelings for Quinn. Do I have feelings for Quinn?

I stop my train of thought where it is, and hop up and into my bedroom, dressing in a low cut top. It's always the best way to get the attention of the sponsors, flaunting yourself.

When I leave my room and walk to the elevator, I find Sue waiting for me. She raises her eyebrows at my outfit, but never the less, stays silent, calling the elevator and riding down with me.