Author's Note: This starts at the part where Rue tells Katniss about the trackerjacker hive. However, it goes a bit differently.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games…though I kind of wish I do…

Pairing: This might turn into a Foxface/Clove romance…I'm not entirely sure, yet. Tell me in your reviews, though, please

Full Summary: Clove and the others are sleeping, waiting for the moment that Katniss is forced to come down from her tree. When Katniss wakes from her sleep and is told to cut down the hive by Rue, she takes the order, working silently so that her enemies do not wake up. What Katniss did not expect was that there was something who was watching her work, someone other than Rue. Foxface, seeing Clove, the girl who she had taken a liking to during training, cannot bring herself to see Clove die in such a terrible death.

Just as the hive is falling, Foxface swoops in and drags Clove away, running as fast as she can away from the group. Despite not having many morals (and not being quite right in the mind, I may add), Clove is about to kill Foxface before the last words of her sister ring in her ears. Understanding that Foxface dragged her away to save her instead of kill her, Clove knows that she should be helpful to this girl for at least a little bit. After all, in Clove's mind, it will be fun to kill Foxface in the moment that she has put most, if not all, of her trust in her.

But, when it is announced that two tributes—whether they be from the same or different districts—can win the Games together, will Clove's plan of killing Foxface change? Or will she go back to Cato and the Careers since, obviously, they have a better chance at helping her win?

Other: DO NOT WORRY—I might change the summary to make it less confusing and stuff.

Yeah…I changed the entire story from when the hive falls. Also, I made up a name for Foxface, and it is told in both Foxface and Clove's point of views. If you want there to be a romance between the two of them later in the story, tell me in your reviews! If you have any suggestions for the story, then add them in your review or just PM me. Anyway, erm…Please read and review? Love you all.

A gust of wind blew slightly, and my eyes watched the trees. The girl from District Eleven—Rue, I believe her name to be—was desperately trying to get Katniss's attention. When the older girl finally woke up, I was able to tell how shocked she was that Rue was across from her. Would you like to know what the funny part of all this was?

I was not there to watch the two of them, or even to kill anyone. No…I was watching someone else, someone stronger than Rue and Katniss combined. I was watching the girl who rejected me during training when I asked her to form an alliance with me.

The Careers and I don't have time to fight alongside pathetic burdens like you, she had told me, the words dripping from her lips as if they were venom. For some reason, I had expected her words to be exactly as she had said them, which makes me wonder why I had even asked her in the first place.

Even though she was my enemy, and I was supposed to kill her if I wanted to be the victor of the Games, I still watched her. In some inevitable moment towards the end of the Games, the Careers would turn on each other and fight until there was only one left standing. It was sickening, but I guess that was how all alliances ended.

There can only be one victor, after all.

It was my own choice not to form an alliance with anyone else. Perhaps I could have teamed up with Rue or Katniss…though I still doubted neither would accept me. I was not good for anything except sneaking around and stealing from the other tributes when they least expect it. My own cleverness had earned me a name that I would rather have not had: Foxface.

What is that supposed to mean, anyway? Is it truly because I am clever…or do I really look like a fox?

Maybe looking like a fox was a good thing to some people.

The sound a blade against something rough snapped me out of my thoughts, and I looked up to see Katniss sawing at the branch that held a trackerjacker's hive. My eyes wandered down to the group that was still asleep. None of them even twitched; they would not be woken by the sawing of the branch. I studied the sleeping face of one in particular: Clove. She was going to die.

I saw Katniss slap her neck, and I smiled at the fact that she had been stung. Maybe she would drop dead right then and there. She sure as hell deserved it for trying to kill Clove. Of course, I would need to kill Clove to win, but still. I would rather her death be by my hand instead of anyone else's. A death by trackerjackers would not be a pleasant one, and neither would getting ripped apart by Careers.

And so, I made the idiot move.

Just before the branch snapped, I darted out of my hiding place and yanked on Clove's arm. Her eyes flew open, but I knew that I had no time to explain anything. I dragged her along, running as fast as I could while I tried not to laugh at Katniss's surprised gasp. Screams echoed through the forest as the other tributes fled from the scene. Clove struggled against my grip, and I loosened it once we were far enough away from the other tributes. Once my grip on her arm loosened, she tackled me to the ground and held one of her knives to my throat.

"Thought that you could kill me, 5? You're so pathetic," she spat. She was straddling my stomach and her feet were on my wrists. Despite my struggles, I could not wriggle my arms out from under her boots, nor could I try to get her off of me. "Now you're going to die. It's so sad, too. You're going to be killed by the girl you tried to make an alliance with. You knew that it would be this way no matter what," she hissed at me. Screams were still ringing in my ears, though it was only coming from one person. Clove's head snapped up as she listened closely. "Glimmer," she whispered. "Oh well, she was an idiot. She couldn't even use the weapon she wielded. Death was the only thing that would become of her, anyway."

"Don't deny that I saved your life," I told her. The knife was still pressed against my throat, but I felt her release her grip in the slightest way. She smiled once she realized that she was not pressing the knife against my throat hard enough. Her smile was cynical, and I knew that I was about to be killed. Win, I thought. It was a weird thing to hope for, but I wanted Clove to win if I was to be killed.

Funny, right? I wanted my murderer to win the Hunger Games.