A/N: I don't own the Hunger Games.
He pulled up the hologram one more time, just to give it a final check before it went to the geneticists. The creature just needed a name. And actual existence, of course. It was the first mutt he'd been commissioned to create after the jabberjay disaster, and Shine Sophocles did not need another failure. He was from District 1, after all. If these "tracker jackers" failed, he'd be killed. Shine scanned his creation, and then sent the order to the labs.
"One million of these tracker jackers, to be sent to the districts," he said to the assistant, who nodded in fear and scurried off. Someday soon, he thought, Shine Sophocles would be the name of a hero. He was twisted that way. He thought the districts would love him for killing them.
The tracker jackers were a huge hit. The districts were terrified of their psychological torture. Shine grinned with the pleasure of a madman. The rewards would be his to reap. He spread his arms and declared, "To Panem and to me!"
That boast was what landed a bullet in his head.
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Glimmer Sophocles lay dying in the forested arena. She could barely think with the poison running through her veins. Everything seemed foreign, hostile. The pain was so overwhelming, it was worse than the terrifying hallucinations. Why must this happen to her, the golden girl?
Oh. Her great-grandfather had designed them. Tracker jackers were the creation of Shine Sophocles and the death of Glimmer Sophocles.
Irony is cruel.