Peeta

Tris stayed in her room the whole time. The only time I would see her is when she would come to the dining car, grab some food and eat it in her room.

As last time , I am cleansed and stripped of all of the hair on my body with the exception of my hair and eyebrows.

I rememeber staring at Tris's limp body lying on Katness's table. She seemed so small and vunerble. Now she seems to be so tall and powerful. I heard that she was trained to kill.

Portia walks into my room snapping me back to realitly with the swarm of people that came with her.

"What's the theme this time?" I ask.

"Same thing, fire," she replied. I nod.

"Cinna wanted to go for the same look, bring back the boy and girl on fire!"

"But Katness isn't here,"

"Oh that's all the fun! She's the new girl on fire!" She squeaked.

I clench my fists. What's so much better about her?

Finally after another hour I was ready. Portia scooted a mirror in front of me.

"Take a look darling!"

I staire at my reflection in the mirror. I look different than I had from the last Hunger Games. This time I wear black eyeliner. I scowl at myself.

I wear almost what I wore last year, a black suit. But this time I have a golden band around my head that have metal flames coming up from the sides. And instead of a black suit… its white.

Portia does a bit of touch up on my makeup and then sends me out to the chariot.

Tris is already there when I arrive. She too wears a golden band around her head, her outfit is white and has a long veil behind her that attach to her hands.

I have to admit. She looks stunning. The makeup she wears brings out her eyes. She looks over at me as I walk up.

"Hey," I smile, but she doesn't bother to smile in return. She just glares at me.

"Look, I know you don't like me… but I can help you out in the feild. This isn't my first time,"

Her scowl depends.

She walks up to me until we are face to face. Our faces only inches away from each other.

"Look bread boy. I can handle myself just fine. You should worry about yourself and leave me alone."

She looks at me for a few more seconds and then turns and gets on the chariot. In some ways, she reminds me of Katniss, just a little meaner.

I stand beside her and am weary not to touch her, and I leave as much space as I am able between us.

Loud cheers pierce the silence as we ride out. I glance over at Tris, she has her head held high, but she doesn't smile.

Very much like Katniss.

Our suits burst into flame. A shiver tingles down my spine when I relize, they are not red. They are blue flames. The crowd goes wild, and I can see a small smile twitching at the edges of Tris's mouth.