Sequel to A Break in the Silence. It wouldn't hurt if you also read Fate to the Wrong Person. Both are by me, short one-shots that go hand in hand.

-How far would you go?-

I wondered how many other people hated Glimmer. Maybe not a lot of boys. But I bet a bunch of girls wanted to slit her throat.

I sharpened my knives to the point that a single touch would hurt. I imagined jabbing it full force into Glimmer's pretty little skin, watching her eyes roll back into her head, blood dripping down her mouth. But I would make sure she had a slow, agonizing death. Not a quick one.

The image came into my mind. I smirked. I would pin her down- I mean, come on, she's so frail. I could snap her neck in one instant if I wanted to- and trace the outline of her features on her face. Then slowly, I would dig the extra sharp point deep down into her skin-

The thought made me quiver. Still, I smiled. How I would enjoy cutting her into pieces so small, making her body so deformed and mutated that even the Capitol wouldn't want to pick her up. They'd let her rot there in the middle of the arena, giving her what she deserved.

I wonder if she had a little sister, or a Mom and Dad. And how they'd cry during the kill, cursing my name through the TV. And I'd laugh at them, for them bringing it on themselves. For making a little bitchy whore that loves attention. The little whore I can't stand.

But the tracker jacker nest ruined it.

Still, she was dead. Even if it wasn't at my hands, she was still gone, out of the game. And the best part was knowing that Cato didn't mind, didn't care for her. That her attempts at getting him to fall for her was for nothing.

So, when there was that huge 'feast' called at the Cornucopia, I of course went there, expecting nothing bad to happen. I didn't think a death would occur. I mean, maybe Foxface. But she was clever. And I doubt Lover Boy showed up. Maybe Katniss. And I don't think Thresh would come to an event like that.

But boy, was I wrong.

Anyways, when I saw Katniss run and try to retrieve her tiny little bag for District 12, I took this opportunity for my revenge. Maybe I wasn't able to kill Clove, but that Girl on Fire was still easy prey. And luckily for her, I had sharpened some of my best knives the night before.

So I pinned her down. She put up a fight, punching and screaming for Lover Boy. When I finally got her stable, I wasn't sure if she was crying or not. Or if I was just imagining it. But I traced all her features, just like I imagined I would've done with Glimmer.

Then it hit me. I could make this girl's death as gory as hers and Glimmer's death put together. It would be an amazing show, sure to make any kid cry.

But I guess Thresh overheard something I had said about Rue. I remember hearing Cato call out my name, hearing heavy footsteps run towards me.

And there was this heavy pounding feeling in my head that refused to go away. It continued, each blow more agonizing.

I called out Cato's name again and again. I wasn't sure if he responded or not, but I felt lifeless, limp, and weak.

These games…

I felt like my heart had just given up. Because when the pain had become unbearable, all I can remember is black. Black encasing me from head to toe. Strangling my neck, making me cough and gag.

Are they really for entertainment?

Maybe I went too far. Too far for my own good.

Yes. I used to love watching them.

With that, I took my final breath, my last moment of life.

But this time, I'm on the one dying a slow, agonizing death.