This story is dedicated to the lovely CloveIsForeverInLoveWithCato and JaxieSaysNoMoreQuestions. The characters of the Hunger Games do not belong to me they belong to Suzanne Collins although I wish they did. Please read and review all opinions are welcomed. :D
Marvel felt pure fear as he ran from the tracker jackers. A few stings, a few stings, that is all it takes to be killed by the horrible creatures. He knew he needed to arrive at the lake or else the games may be over for him and he could never let that happen, ever. He was fast, but the buzzing hum of the tracker jackers seemed to be coming closer, and closer. He ran through the dense forest wanting to escape, to live. Soon the lake came into view and he became a live bowling ball, hurling himself into the water. Splash! Splash! He heard two other bodies joining him into the water… but that was all. Not four more. That means two may be dead. He looked at the surrounding water, frantically searching for a hint of blonde hair, or the flash of green eyes but none welcomed him. "Glimmer!" Marvel yelled his voice seeming to echo. He heard someone growl next to him, "Shut up, Marvel we don't need more trouble than we already have." The voice belonged to Cato the more menacing man among the Careers. He had seen Cato snap people's necks with his bare hands he knew better than to argue. Marvel started to desperately swim to the shore, fear slowly taking its toll on him.
The other two must have found out by now who was missing, the girl from District 4 who called herself Shredder and Glimmer. Marvel made his way out of the water the sun beating down on him. He felt dizzy and started to stumble back the way they came, yelling Glimmer's name once he was a good distance away from Cato. He had turned around just in time to hear Clove convince Cato they should let him go alone. He stumbled through the underbrush tripping over branches occasionally. All he heard was his own heart beating and the sound of mocking jays singing a sad tune, or at least that is what if felt like. He than saw her, his Glimmer, lying where they had left her. Marvel screamed and for once in his life he was not thinking of himself, no, he was thinking of Glimmer. She laid there in a patch of grass her skin swollen and large disfiguring her. Where the stingers had hit blood flowed out of Glimmer staining her pretty face, or what was left of her pretty face. Marvel ran up to her and saw her eyes turn to him she made a choking noise and Marvel knew she was alive, just barely.
Glimmer's green, bright eyes stared at him filled with love and nothing more. She continued to make the choking noises and Marvel ran to her side falling to his knees the leaves crunching underneath him. Tears were now flowing from his eyes, dripping down his cheeks and mingling with Glimmer's blood. He grabbed her hand and held it, "Don't leave me Glimmer. Don't leave me." He looked like he was ready to collapse from exhaustion but nevertheless he stayed by her side refusing to let go of her hand. Marvel put his head to her chest and listened for heart beat. Her heart was beating, very slowly and threatened to stop many times. No one could be stung by a tracker jacker that many times and live. When you received one sting it was like you had swallowed a burning flame and now your insides were being burned. Soon hallucinations followed and eventually your heart gave way.
Glimmer now was managing to get words out but they sounded raspy in fact the only thing you could possibly relate to the way her voice sounded at the moment would be sandpaper being rubbed together.
"Go… away… I am… not pretty anymore," Glimmer choked out, her sweaty hand squeezing Marvel's. Marvel stared at her and gently kissed her forehead, singing a soothing song.
"No, Glimmer you are beautiful and you will always be beautiful to me," He said softly. Marvel refused to choke, he refused to shake, he refused to be weak. No, he had to be strong he had to make Glimmer feel okay. Marvel cradled her in his arms, she was still small to him and for a second it seemed like they were back in the Capitol like the games had never started and he was just cradling her in his arms singing her to sleep. He even closed his eyes and imagined things where different, he almost convinced himself nothing had happened but when he opened his eyes again she was still dying and it was his fault.
"Glimmer, I should have been there…. I should have protected you!" He said his voice now wavering slightly. Glimmer shook her head and tried to smile. She looked up at him and soon all the breath she had was gone and she was dead. Her eyes glazed over and she died smiling, she died knowing she had been loved. Marvel put his head down, his breathing deep and hard. He stayed like that for a long time and than the cannon sounded. He paused for only a moment before screaming out in anguish. He yelled at the sky and at the world. He clung to Glimmer like a magnet and refused to let her go.
"You can't be dead~! Come on! Get up! Tell me I am a jerk! Say that you are more sexy then me! Please, dear God I admit its true!" He screamed out millions of things wanting to believe she was alive. Two hands came to his shoulder and two more pried his fingers from Glimmer's hand. Marvel gave up, his will to do anything was gone now. It died with Glimmer. He let himself be dragged away and did not bother to move. As his eyelids became heavy he could swear he heard Clove and Cato's voices.
"The hovercraft has taken her away," said one, clearly feminine it held softness that Clove should not be capable of mustering.
Then Marvel surrendered to the darkness and his eyes shut leaving the world and entering into the world of dreams.