Fate to the wrong person

Cato / Glimmer

Hunger Games

Rated T

-Fate to the wrong person-

Sleek, sexy, perfect.

I remember looking into a mirror before coming to the arena. Even with the outfit I was prepared with before going into the arena, I knew I looked amazing.

I'm going to win this.

My plan was simple. Join the careers, form an alliance with them. Power comes in groups. Kill off other tributes one by one. I wanted to kill Katniss with my own hands. And Clove.

If it came to it… kill Cato some way. Then come home, be crowned victor.

Sure, it would really hurt to kill Cato. He was everything I wanted in a guy. Muscular, tall, and sexy. Perfect, right? Just like me. We'd be a thing.

But not for long. The Hunger Games had to end at one point.

So, rising up in that tube, I smirked as Cato sent me a sexy smile. I knew exactly what to do.

And with that, I remember running off the platform.

-Fate to the wrong person-

Even though we weren't in the same District, I knew Cato and I would be close. And we were… so I thought.

I'd giggle and laugh and look him in the eyes. I thought he liked me. I was everything a guy wanted. I was perfect. That was the bottom line.

I'm just perfect.

But, I guess Clove didn't think so. I'd see Cato flirting with her, too. It wasn't fair! She was at an advantage, being in the same District at him. It made me sick to the stomach.

Still, I thought he liked me. When we were waiting for that District 12 mutt to come out of the tree, I cuddled up close to Cato before I fell asleep. And that thing was… he didn't push me away OR come any closer. Just let me stay right where I was.

…The next morning, I awoke with a start, hearing a horrible buzzing sound. If I was at home, I'd think it would be my brother trying to scare me. However, I most defiantly wasn't home.

I shrieked, trying to reach for Cato, but only seeing him run off. I slashed at the tracker jackers, trying to get them off of me.

But they surrounded my body, covering every inch of skin on me.

When I heard footsteps, I thought it was Cato coming back. But instead, he yelled out Clove's name.

I didn't get it. I was everything Clove wasn't. I was perfect.

Feeling the tears starting to fill my eyes, I secretly thanked the bugs for covering up my tears. I was sure Cato would win this. And when he did, I didn't want him to see me crying.

"Cato, win this for me…"

It was a mere whisper, the last words I spoke before I felt the morphed bees fill my mouth.

Even if he didn't win for me, but for Clove, or his District, it was nice to pretend. To pretend that he would always be there for me, to pretend that he tried to help but just couldn't.

But I guess my fate was sealed the moment I entered this arena.

-Fate to the wrong person-

How was it? R & R!

Also, I'm having a SYTO story going on. I need… quite a lot more tributes. PM me if you can! The form is in the story!