Just Tell Me You Love Me Already

Chapter 11: The Fire

Clove's POV

Tonight I have to take the last watch, since apparently I am 'incompetent at being able to tell when my turn's done,' according to Cato. The watches are Sierra and Sasha, Cato and Marvel, then Peeta and me. Glimmer gets to sleep tonight.

There were no killings today which worries me, wouldn't want the Capitol citizens to get less interested because none of us are being brutally killed, no that just wouldn't do. I'm actually worried because if the Capitol citizens get bored, the Game Makers decide to 'interfere' by coming up with a brutal way to push two groups or tributes together. I don't want that to happen, so that means that someone has to die, soon.

-o_o-

Peeta and I sit side-by-side during our shift; we wear the night vision glasses too. I know that we shouldn't be sitting like this, but no one has attacked us yet, so why not? I can feel that Peeta has dozed off about an hour into the shift, I let him sleep, nothing is happening. I hop over to the supply pile and grab another fire starter wood brick. No one is using these, there's no need, because we have matches and logs, why in the world would we need the fire starters?

I begin to shave the brick, I don't even notice the sun rising, I'm too absorbed in my carving. When I'm tapped on the shoulder, I almost jump a mile into the air, I turn quickly, knife in hand, Peeta sits next to me, awake.

"Morning," I say to him.

"Mornin," Peeta says. "What are you doing?"

"Oh... just ah, carving."

"What are you carving?" he takes a closer look at it.

I have started to carve a bear standing on its hind legs. I have the basic body shape carved out.

"Wow, that's good." Peeta says.

I snort, "Yeah right."

"No, I'm serious, I like it." Peeta says.

"Really?" I'm skeptical that anyone could like anything that I've made.

"Yeah really," Peeta says, there's no mockery in his voice.

"Well, I made another one too, I finished that one." I say.

"Can I see it?" Peeta asks.

"Uh, sure," I pull the mountain lion from my pack.

Peeta takes it in his hands and studies it. "What is it? A cat?"

"Sort of, it's called a mountain lion; we have tons in 2, since we live in the mountains."

"Oh," Peeta runs his hands along the lion's small body. "This feels so... real. It's almost like it could come to life any second in my hand."

I smile a little, "Thanks." There's an awkward silence that follows.

"Um, here's your lion and bear back." Peeta says, handing me my 2 carvings.

"Keep the lion, I have nothing better to do with it." I then put the bear delicately in my bag. "I should go wake the others; we're going to go hunting today."

-0_0-

By the time everyone is awake and has had breakfast, the sun is just barely up in the sky, it's seven in the morning. We all have decided to yet again, leave Sasha behind to guard, as he can't fight well and would just be a dead weight if we were to get in a fight. Then the six of us head off into the forest, weapons in hand. We've been adventuring around for about thirty minutes when we hear a screeching noise, it's a bird. All of our heads turn around quickly to the noise; there is a wall of fire coming towards us.