Hey y'all! Yes, I am still alive, I just haven't updated in a while. So I've seen the movie now (3 times!) and it was super good. But, I noticed that Cato and Glimmer were… cuddling? It was a little weird at first, but then I started thinking about it… and bam! My story was born! So enjoy and please review! I got kinda disappointed on my last fanfic. There were no reviews! Please guys, it means the world to me.

PS – The story is in Glimmer's POV the whole time.

Disclaimer – However much I wish I did, I don't own the Hunger Games.

I had been waiting for this all my life. This moment, here and now. The tube rising out of the ground, the sound of the countdown, the gong signaling the start. The 74th Annual Hunger Games. Yes, I would win this thing. I ran towards the Cornucopia, grabbing supplies along the way, throwing them inside the metal structure. I threw a knife at a girl I didn't know the name of, probably from some outlying district, like 10. She dropped dead before she had time to scream. Ripping it out of her chest, I plunged it into the chest of another boy running towards me. I wiped off the blade on the edge of my shirt and surveyed my position. I was standing in the mouth of the Cornucopia with about three lying dead near me, two of which were my kill. Clove was right near me, inspecting the insides of a backpack she had found. Marvel was working on ridding the world of a girl who looked about fourteen. Poor thing. Never even stood a chance. Well, that's what she gets. And then… there was Cato. He was dangerous. The most dangerous one here, except for maybe the girl from 12. But she was a stupid thing. We'd find in her in the first two days and she'd be dead. But Cato was different. He was strong and a killer, but he wasn't stupid. He knew how to hunt. He looked at me from where he stood over a boy's corpse.

"Glimmer! Start gathering the supplies!" He called, removing his fine knife from the boy's chest. I nodded.

"I'm on it!" I yelled back, quickly scooping up food and packs, chucking them deep inside the Cornucopia. We needed to collect all the supplies before any of the other tributes could grab something valuable. Once all weapons and food were secured, we gathered together. We being me, Cato, Clove, and Marvel. Six bodies lay still around us.

"Alright, we need to find a way to protect our stash. Even with someone on guard, the others could launch a raid. Then we'd be left with nothing. Any ideas?" Cato immediately started acting as the leader, keeping order in his troops. Clove speaks up.

"The boy from 3. I've seen him in the training center. He's good with mechanics and stuff. Maybe he could be of use." Clove stood next to Cato, as if she was the teacher's pet. She was pretty, but Cato could care less.

"I'll stand guard if you wanna hunt him down, Clove. He couldn't have gotten far." I said, looking at Cato the whole time.

"She's right. Marvel, Clove, find him and bring him back here. Do what you need, but make sure he's still alive." Cato said with a grim look on his face. I grinned. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Cato would make a good ally. The hard part would just be killing him. Maybe I could do it in his sleep…

"Glimmer, help me sort through these backpacks." Cato called me over. For a while, we were quiet, considering what items could be of use and those that could not. Then, he moved closer to me.

"So what do you think about the girl from 12?" He asked me.

"When we find her, I call killing her first." I said. Cato smiled.

"I like the way you think." He laughed, a laugh that could both captivate and kill. He ran a hand though my hair, fingering my blond glossy curls.

"Pretty hair. It suits you." I shuddered at the tough of his hand.

"Thanks. I guess that's how I got my name." Cato chuckled quietly.

"I'm gonna have a hard time killing you, Glimmer. Allies? For now, at least." He asked. I could tell this is how he's been thinking ever since the minute his name got called. How to narrow down the competition until a single soul remains in the arena, that being his own.

"Allies." I agreed. Even though I knew one of us wasn't going to be coming out alive, it felt good to have someone on my side. We didn't talk much after that, just the occasional comment as we set up our camp and rolled out sleeping bags. It had been nearly an hour before the others returned. Clove and Marvel stalked towards the Cornucopia, dragging the boy unconscious behind them. By the look on Clove's face, it hadn't gone very well. When she reached the inside, she threw the boy's body down at Cato's feet.

"Remind me to never go after someone alone with this fool. Got lost about three times." Clove glared at Marvel. Someone needs anger management. When the boy woke up, Cato immediately set him to work. He informed him what was needed of him and it turns out Clove was right. The boy was smarter than we thought him to be. He came up with the idea of re-burying the land mines from the tubes around the pile of supplies. By nightfall, we had a fully protected stock of weapons and food. We had a small dinner of bread and jerky, then settled down to watch the faces of the dead tributes appear in the night sky. I lay in the mouth of the Cornucopia in a sleeping bag with Cato. After the show, I snuggled against his body, embracing the warmth. I pulled the sleeping bag up to my chin, warding off the cold. I could tell he decided to trust me by the way he leaned his head against mine. This was good. The strongest one here was on my side, so I was going to make it. But then something unexpected happened.

"When we find her, she's all yours." He whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I had allied with him for strength, protection, but something else was stirring inside me. A feeling that made me want to forget the world and only focus on him. Him and his beautiful blue eyes and shimmering blond hair. As ridiculous as it seems, given the circumstances and me being me, I just might possibly be falling in love. Maybe.