Chapter 4

"Oh, I just love the decoration and style of the Capitol! Isn't it lovely? It just brings a smile to my face! Every time I see the Capitol in the view of these train windows, it gives me chills! I can't believe how-"

"Could you shut up, Ruby?" I yell, my fingers plugging my ears.

"Could you please just shut up? Like, for five seconds? Shut up?" I yell again.

"Well, fine... If you want to be that way, fine... I'll just go get the mentor..." Ruby rolls her eyes, walking from the room.

"God, thank you..." Marvel says, rubbing his forehead.

"Don't think that you're off the hook, Marvel. I'm still pissed at you." I mutter, resting my chin on the heel of my palm.

"C'mon, Glim... You can't stay mad at me." Marvel smiles, kissing the tip of my nose as he kneels down in front of me.

"Besides, I was still at your house when you volunteered... I didn't know..." He says truthfully, his bright blue eyes sparkling with innocence.

"Alright." I say, caving in to his beautiful looks.

"Good girl." He laughs, leaning in and capturing my lips.

I wrap my arms around his neck as he stands up, lifting me up with him. He wraps his arms around my waist, and then plops down on the couch. I go down with him, and I pull away as I hear footsteps approaching the train car. Marvel ignores it, though. Acting as if any other teenager would, he kisses my neck and doesn't pay any mind.

"Marvel..." I say in a hushed tone.

"Mmmm..." Is all I get in response as his teeth graze my skin.

"Marvel!" I yell, seeing him suddenly jolt up.

"Uh, what?!" He says in a surprised voice, gripping my waist so I don't go tumbling backwards off his lap.

"Somebody's co-" I'm cut off as the doors of the train slide open.

Cashmere and Gloss walk in, heads held high. Cashmere looks younger than she did in her Games, and her hair cascades past her shoulders in gorgeous curls. She has bright green eyes, looking quite vicious on her part. She looks like a deadly wolf, and Gloss matches her part well. Gloss looks to be about a year older, and he has short, straight blonde hair. His piercing green eyes glare at Marvel and I, and I slowly stand up.

Cashmere walks over with a smirk on her face, shaking my hand. Gloss does the same, and runs his eyes over Marvel. He grins, chewing at his bottom lip while Marvel walks over, standing well above him. Marvel was much taller than anybody in the room, and he even hovered above my own father. Who was at 6 foot 4. Gloss only had to tilt his head up a bit, because he was fairly close to Marvel.

"I'm Cashmere. That's my brother Gloss. We're gonna be your Mentors," Cashmere says coolly, nodding to her brother.

Gloss flashes a grin, saying nothing in response. Marvel grabs my hand, holding it tight. I guess it's another dumb defensive male thing... Pffft... Boys. I roll my eyes, then introduce us.

"I'm Glimmer. This is my best friend and boyfriend Marvel." I say, nodding at Marvel.

Marvel grins like a dork at Gloss, imitating him. Or insulting him... It's hard to tell. Gloss just looks away nonchalantly, strolling to the window. Marvel follows, and then Cashmere and Ruby, so I decide to tag along.

"We should be there soon... We're the closest to the Capitol..." The masculine Gloss says in a surprisingly dark voice.

He turns to Marvel, flashes him another grin, then strides from the room.

"I take it he isn't the social type." Marvel says in a fresh tone, snickering a bit.

"Rude!" Ruby accuses him at the top of her lungs, and at this point I just want somebody to hit me over the head with a table.

Cashmere rolls her eyes at us all, and the train zooms through a tunnel. I feel the whole train shift as it turns, gliding with ease across the tracks. Marvel peers through the glass, a grin lighting up his features. Then, I see it. The Capitol. My father made monthly visits there, but I'd never seen it this close... Only in pictures. I smile, then stand beside him.

Marvel slides a hand around my waist, and then kisses my head. I look up at him, remembering the day he told me about his plans for the Games... Would they really be true? And how could they work with the two of us? So many thoughts flood my mind, and I see Marvel's face drain all glee.

"What's wrong?" He whispers.

"I don't want to lose you..." I reply, pressing my head to his arm.

"I won't let you down, Glimmer... Don't give up so easy... I won't give up on this... I can get you out... Don't worry." He says quietly, pressing his forehead to mine as he always did.

"I don't want to get out... I want you to get out with me..." I murmur.

"Trust me, Glimmer... I have a plan..." Marvel smiles at me, and I kiss his cheek.

"Love will save us... Remember?" He adds, walking off to go find Gloss.

I look down, then stare out the window. How can that be? Look what love had given us... A world that held The Hunger Games... A world that tore apart families full of love... And a world full of killing, brutal violence, and death. I shake my head, then nod. 'Trust me, Glimmer... I have a plan...' I think his words over, then smile to myself. The train slides to a stop, and Cashmere gives me a nudge. We walk from the train, and then sink into the crowd of Capitol citizens.

Men scream for me, reaching out and yelling. Marvel grabs my waist, pulling me under his arm and walking through the crowd with a serious expression. He ignores the screaming girls, and the ones that reach out to touch his ripped arms. A few girls touch him, and get scolded by Peacekeepers. Others go without notice. Oh well, though... Marvel is still mine... And I trust him.