Five Feet Of Fury (THE HUNGER GAMES)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Although the careers never seemed to show any signs of mistrust, Amy-Jean was always alert. Going to sleep was the only issue and took a lot of effort for her to close her eyes and force herself to relax into a slumber where she was most vulnerable. 

So in result, she barely got any sleep that night.

The careers took shifts in standing guard and Marvel begun. 

She had been absolutely silent in her thin sleeping bag, her only source of entertainment was watching the figure of the boy from District, fiddling with his spear and carving something into a nearby tree. She lay awake for hours until Marvel finally shifted, creeping over to Cato and shaking the boy's shoulder.

It was too dark to see any expressions, but she vaguely heard a sigh of annoyance before the large figure of Cato rose out of his sleeping bag and Marvel walked over to his own place, lying down. 

Glimmer had been resting on the arm of Cato but didn't awake as he quite harshly retracted it, simply twisting in her sleep, her now messy braids covering her pale features. 

Clove was absolutely silent, furthest from Amy-Jean.

Cato rose, sword in hand and walked over to the small log set up only a couple of metres from where Amy-Jean lay, sitting down and bending over the burnt out fireplace with something within his grasp. 

She realised they were matches when the fire was lit once more, illuminated Cato's features, creating spindly shadows reflected on trees. Amy-Jean squinted at the sudden burst of light and moved her hand to shield her face, inadvertently rustling her sleeping bag.

At the movement, Cato sharply glanced back for a second, his icy blue gaze falling upon Amy-Jean's huddled figure before turning back towards the flames, a ghost of an amused smile flitting across his face.

"I know you're awake Mason." He said, his voice breaking the silent aura.

Amy-Jean licked her dry lips and swallowed thickly, no point in pretending now. 

She grunted quietly as she pulled herself up in her sleeping bag.

"The fire woke me." She lied through her teeth, hoping the fire wasn't bright enough to reveal her reddened cheeks. 

If he knew she was lying, he didn't show it and instead shrugged, turning completely to face the fire,

"You got any siblings?" He asked after a few moments of silence save for the occasional crackle from the flames. Amy-Jean froze, surprised as to why he was initiating small talk with her. She nibbled her bottom lip, sitting up even more in her sleeping bag,

"Um no, well yes-" She paused as Cato watched her with his eyebrow raised,

"I live in an orphanage." She was quick to explain, "I guess they're my siblings." He looked a little aback at the statement but pressed on, "What happened to your parents?" He asked rather bluntly.

Amy-Jean could tell he was examining her face for any reaction but she wasn't upset or anything, it wasn't like she even ever new them. Instead her face was blank as she examined the tree opposite her, "Accident I think." She replied, her tone cool.

Cato was still watching her as he nodded slowly.

The air was filled with silence.

Amy-Jean flicked her attention from the tree to Cato's ghostly face. To his complete shock, a small yet undoubtedly there smile appeared on her face,

"So you and.. her.." Amy-Jean gestured towards the sleeping blonde girl from One who was strewn across Cato's blanket. He looked taken aback, looking between Amy-Jean and Glimmer who was obliviously snoring.