Chapter 14

Awakening wasn't peaceful. It hurt Tigress' head a lot, as she blinked and stared around the empty, blank-white room. "Agh..." she muttered, trying not to squint. Looking hurt too, a new discovery.

"G'morning sunshine... or is it afternoon? Whichever it is, it's good, don't you think?" Instantly recognizing the odd phrase, as she turned her head, while briefly shaking it, to see Nynso stood beside her, lending an arm down to help her up, "After all, it's not like you're here to kill anyone or anything. Isn't this all so nice?"

"Obviously not."

"Tigress, I was being sarcastic."

"And where would that get us?"

"God, are you always like this?"

"Yes."

Quite typically of Nynso, he suddenly ended with a quiet remark: "Predictable."

The mini-argument was followed by an awkward silence, before the lynx-stylist knocked on a wall, for a door to flap open and a plain white sack was dropped into the room. The flap shut before they could react, and sealed itself into the wall. Tigress hated the past few days and all her advantageous equipment that seemed to be taken for granted underground, as they would slam doors which closed themselves, and hardly ever ate all their food that came, perfectly made, through a hatch seconds after ordered (Tigress knew what it was like to be starved, truly starved - through both witness and experience). All of it, all of how it was taken for granted - it sickened her.

"Why are you sending me off, Nynso? Shouldn't I be, well, alone for takeoff? When the Games start? Because they are starting today, I have been informed." Absentmindedly, whilst opening the white sack and searching it's innards, he replied,

""Yes, the games start today. No, I'll be there right up until you enter the arena. If you think about it, I need to give you your clothing. I didn't choose it, by the way. It's standard clothing. Here, look." Beckoning Tigress over, he nodded to the bag, which was, inside, a mess of black, grey, and a bit of blue. "Here's your underclothes." At this, the lynx grabbed the blue items of clothing. "Get them on." Tigress had stopped feeling uncomftorable with Nynso being around her naked body a long time ago - he seemed to see her as a blank canvas ready to be experimented with until you get just the right picture. So she got out of her training costume (a plain black bodysuit, yet not at all similar to the one she burned in), and into the underclothes.

"Shirt." Chuck. Catch.

"Bottoms." Chuck. Catch.

"Coat." Chuck. Catch.

"Now, come over here, Tigress." Suddenly, his voice went all too good-natured and happy, as she walked over, curious as to his change in personality. "Could I have a hug, before you go and provide us all with entertainment?" Normally, Tigress would've slapped anyone, even Po, twice if they asked her of that, but the look in Nynso's eyes told otherwise. He needed to tell her something that wouldn't be recorded. So she entered the hug with wide arms:

"Now, listen up, I've not got much time. You put on this scarf around your wrist, the one that I just slipped in your pocket. Don't lose it; it's a sign of rebellion. Word has got out about the true nature of the Games, and people are going to rebel, by the looks of it. The flame was to help set it off; I'm supporting the rebellion. Now, you need to win, because you're their mascot. Make sure you aren't the one to kill Po. He's a rebellion sign too, through your lovers act. Don't act obviously rebellious, but be as much of a rebel as you were before the games. Act normal. If you get caught, for goodness sake ally with Po. The rebellion is called the Dragon, if you hear around, it's codename. Remember, you're being watched at all times. So, good-luck, and I jolly well hope you win!" As Nynso pushed back, he had a wide grin plastered across his face. So distracted by what he just said, however, Tigress almost completely lost the urge to punch his dumbass face. But she did give him a mild whack, to make it look normal, and stored the information in the back of her head. If Nynso couldn't freely tell her, that must mean they were being watched.

A door 'materialised' in the wall, which they quickly exited out of. Nearly time to go to the arena. Nearly time for death. One thought raced through Tigress' mind, as she walked, emotionless and strong-stanced:

I need to be more careful.

A/N: NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE GOING INTO ARENA, ONE AFTER START OF GAMES! And also, ZOMG OVER 50 REVIEWS! *Dies of happiness* So, wow. Thank you all so much, I love each and every one of you with all my heart, soul and mind. Quite short filler chapter, but still. I find Nynso very interesting to write, simply because he has such a varied personality... Anyway, yes, Kunku is a bird. Pheonix King's guess is the closest yet, but not quite right. It's a night-hunter. Also, you can guess as many times as you like. Now, most important part, RATE AND (ESPECIALLY) REVIEW! Went out and bought a load of Hunger Games related stuff today, I already had a Mockingjay pin... SO EXCITED ABOUT MOVIE! Anyway, please review, love you all, bye.