Hi, everybody, and welcome to this book of one-shots! Each chapter is the death of a different canon character just before his/her death. I hope you enjoy! :)

First up is Glimmer.

Glimmer:

I shot Clove that winning smirk and tossed golden curls over my shoulder as I moved slightly closer to Cato. The dark-haired District 2 tribute looked as though she was going to jump up and tear my throat out, but she apparently decided against it. It was no secret among us Careers that Clove had feelings for her District partner, Cato. But then, Cato had no idea and seemed to have feelings for me.

I didn't really like Cato. I was just playing with Clove, as I enjoyed seeing her frustration. It was simply amusing to watch her teeth grind together, and her hand close into a fist around the knife that was eternally in her hand.

But Clove's hatred was distributed about equally between me and another of this year's tributes: Katniss, of District 12. All of us Careers hated it when we were outscored by a peasant girl from such a far-out district. That girl even caught the Capitol's attention more than us Careers, as her stylist designed for her an outfit which caused her to be known as the Girl on Fire. Clove, especially, felt a strong rage when she couldn't kill Katniss in the bloodbath.

Speaking of Fire Girl, we Careers were waiting for her to come down from the tree beside us. And when she did, she'd be a goner. We all knew that Fire Girl - Katniss - couldn't stay in the tree forever.

Clove glared at me again, and we both watched Cato's eyes close as he drifted off into sleep. I smiled sweetly, laying my bow and quiver of arrows down between me and Clove, allowing the arrows to point in Clove's direction. Staring into the depths of Clove's dark eyes, I suppressed a shiver. Clove was in the Games this year to win, and only to win. I knew that at her first chance, she would kill me with no hesitation.

But I wasn't going to give her that pleasure. I was going to win the Games this year.

I held Clove's stare, meeting her glare with a gaze full of mocking laughter. My lips curved into a small smirk, and Clove eyed the distance between me and Cato once more before turning away. Swallowing a chuckle, I lay down beside the blonde boy from District 2, resting my head on the pile of grass and moss I had gathered earlier today. The air was warm around us, and I was comfortable as I closed my blue-gray eyes for the night. Sleep washed over me like a black wave.

I was awoken by the commotion around me. There was a loud hum all around me, and as much as I tried to block out the noise, I couldn't. Clove's scream pierced the air, and I sat up to see that the dark-haired tribute girl was struggling to stand up, and constantly swiping at small, blurred green-black dots around her. My eyes adjusted to see that these were small flying insects. I felt like scoffing, until I saw Cato jump up and run through the trees with his pack.

Something was wrong here. I felt an agonizing pain in my hand as I picked up my bow, and I dropped it, shocked. Then, there was a sting in my cheek, and in my wrist, and my ankle, and soon enough, I was burning all over. I screamed, suddenly recognizing the creatures around me.

Tracker jackers. The most deadly insects in the world of the Hunger Games.

I tried to jump to my feet, but a sting in my neck and my unstable feet caused me to fall to my knees again. I screamed again, using both hands to swipe at the tracker jackers all around me. They were everywhere, stinging my entire body. I twisted in agony as tracker jackers swarmed over my body, trying to shield myself with my backpack. I felt pain explode in my eyes as a tracker jacker stung me.

I stared down at my hand for a split moment, and nearly recoiled at the hideous bulges all over my pale skin. But there was no time to worry about my appearance, I realized. I was fighting off tracker jackers all around me; it was all but useless. I struggled and fell onto my back, and they were all over me in a heartbeat. The pain was intolerable, and I felt both blood and tears flow from my eyes.

Time seemed to slow down. The world went blurry, and for a moment, all I could see was sparks of golden, everywhere. I couldn't feel anything, anymore. There was no pain, nothing. Part of me wanted to let go, and let myself fall into the world of blackness threatening to overwhelm me, but another wanted me to get up and fight.

I tried to stand, but I fell again. I couldn't win this battle, I realized, and I stared around me. Everything started to come back into focus, except the world around me was disproportional and warped. I could see patches of green above me, and a small figure among the green.

Fire Girl. She held a knife in her hand, and her other hand held the tree. Then it hit me. Fire Girl must have cut the nest of tracker jackers from the tree, to fall onto us Careers. Except... I didn't know whether I was a Career anymore. I didn't know whether I was a living person anymore.

I had moments left. My time was running out, and I knew it. My mind whirling, I reached weakly for my bow and quiver of arrows and held them tightly, in the hopes that Fire Girl wouldn't get to them. I knew there was no way I could survive, now.

I heard a shout, and Fire Girl fell from the tree, to the ground. The pain was coming back to me, now. My entire body was covered in stings, and I could feel nothing but excruciating pain. I wasn't going to fight this, any longer. I couldn't, and I knew it. It was over. Everything I had worked so hard for, to train for years to get into the Hunger Games... it was all gone.

I hurled myself into the blackness that lined my vision. My body burned fiercely once more, and then... there was nothing.

Nothing left.

Okay, I hope you all enjoyed that! There will be more coming up!