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The stars in the night sky don't break the forest canopy, leading it to become a bit difficult to see. Because of that, Rybbon nearly trips a few times due to tree roots. She grips her sword tightly, making sure she doesn't lose it in the darkness. It's different from the one she practiced with before. It feels like there's extra weight on her right arm. With that in mind, Rye damn near trips again.

"Keep up, Gadget," Glimmer snorts. All Rye can do is bite her tongue, trying her hardest not to impale herself with her own blade accidentally.

"Come on," Peeta says quietly. He gently grabs her hand, ensuring she steps over the wooden log before letting her hand go. Rye gives him a nod in thanks, even though he likely didn't see it.

Somehow while moving through these woods, she and careers found Peeta, who agreed to join them, but only after Cato received a bit of coercing from both Rye and Marvel.

"Why the hell would we need him?" he hissed at the two.

"He could help us find the girl from Twelve," Rybbon stated, truly not wanting to kill him. His eyes were too wide and too sweet to be slaughtered so quickly.

"Seriously. We could get revenge on her for her score," Marvel added.

And now Peeta is a part of the group, now named Lover Boy by Clove. But still, something still didn't feel right. The scores. The girl from Twelve had gotten an 11 while both Clove and Cato received a 10. Tweleve must've done something to provoke the game makers to give her that score, right? Like insult them or hurt them? But what could she hurt them with?

"What are you thinking about?" Marvel's words gain her attention, seeing as she was slowing a bit due to her thoughts.

"I'm just trying to figure out how Twelve got that score."

"Well, what do you think she did? I mean she can't be better than us."

"Unless she did something to insult the game maker's character. Make her a target." Her words make him raise a brow. "Think about it, though. What would do if you, as a game maker, a tribute embarrassed you?" Her words make him think for a few seconds.

"I would try to make sure she's killed first. The easiest way is to give her the highest number." Rye watches as the gears turn in his head. "Huh, well that makes sense."

"Who would've thought District One would have brains?"

"Hey wait a minute-"

"Y'all smell that?" Cato says, silencing the group. The smell of stinking smoke and burnt wood fill Rye's nose.

"A fire?"

"Who's stupid enough to do that?"

"The idiot over there," Clove points out, seeing a soft glimmer of light in the distance.

A cry of anguish later, another tribute is dead. Glimmer did the dead. Rybbon could only shut her eyes, not wanting to scar herself. She knows she'll have to sooner or later, but not yet. Just not yet.

Time passes and soon they decide to go back to the cornucopia, needing to form a new plan and restock on supplies. However, as they do so, Rye keeps hearing a slight buzz, like an electrical fence. It makes her stop in her tracks. She looks around, the rising sun giving her some light. She looks around the ground and in the trees, not being able to pinpoint where it's coming from.

"What?" Her head turns towards Marvel. He stops in front of her, looking around as she did. "What are you looking for?"

"I keep hearing a buzzing that's all. It's got me on edge."

"Will worry about it later, alright? You're probably just tired. We've been up all night. Trust me, I need a rest too." He grabs her arm gently, tugging her in the direction the group went. "Will figure it out later, okay?" She looks up at him, still hearing the buzzing in her ear. Nevertheless, she still nods her head, allowing him to tug her in the direction of the cornucopia.

sorry it's short