*Authors Note* Due to the overwhelming response from my Effie one shot, I decided to fast track some of my Hunger Games plans and I decided to start with character profiles of the tributes in the 74th Hunger Games. I hope you enjoy this story, it will be a series going through all of the tributes who were in the arena, even if they were unnamed. So by the end, there should be 22 stories. I'm not going to do Peeta and Katniss, we know their story. I may do Peeta alone, but I'm focusing on the others first.
I'm starting off with Glimmer from District 1. Enjoy and leave a review telling me what you think. I will have Marvel posted probably on Wednesday when I am done with final. I need to tackle my other stories as well. Thanks for reading!

District 1: Glimmer

My life was simple before my name was called.

I was considered pretty and I was popular in school.

I had a boyfriend. His name was Charmer.

He was a fantastic boyfriend. He was tall, had dark brown hair that was curly and fun to play with. He had an infectious smile that contained perfectly straight, white teeth.

His eyes were mocha and warm like a cup of hot chocolate.

We had been dating for a long time, and if we made it to be 18, then we probably would have gotten married and had children together.

He was training to be a jeweler and was perfecting his skills with cutting diamonds.

It was going to be a lucrative job for him.

I was also training to work with jewels, though more along the lines of inspected them and looking for flaws.

Yet I was also being trained to be a killer. It had been discovered years ago that I was agile and quick and I had the mind of a warrior, so I was put into the special classes in school that would train me to be a tribute and to ultimately become a victor.

I excelled in my classes and so it was decided that I was going to be the tribute for the 74th Hunger Games. Even if I had to volunteer for it, I was to be the female tribute.

Truth be told, I was terrified of being the tribute, because even though I was good, I still could die in the arena.

And I didn't want to die because my ancestors rebelled against the capitol.

The night before the reaping, when I was going to volunteer, I sought out Charmer.

We both snuck out of our houses and met up together in private by a lake that was just outside of town.

Since we were a district that was favored by the capitol, we didn't have strict fence security. We just had to scan our IDs to get out of the city and we just had to make sure that we scanned them again upon returning to the city.

It wasn't unexpected for Charmer and I to leave the district that night.

In fact I think some of the older people had bets on whether or not we would leave the district to go to the lake.

When we got to the lake, Charmer immediately pushed me against a tree and started to kiss me.

He knew what I wanted that night and he intended to give me what I wanted.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and hitched my leg up on his hip. Charmer's arms snaked around my body and pulled me up onto his hips so that I was off the ground and completely supported by Charmer.

My fingers got tangled in his hair as I pulled him as close as he could get to my body.

I felt feverish and desperate.

I wanted to make sure that Charmer knew how I felt about him.

And so I did.

One of my hands untangled itself from his hair and slid down the front of his shirt to the hem, where I started to pull off his shirt.

He helped me and soon he was bare chested in front of me.

I continued to kiss him while running my fingers up and down his abs, tracing them.

Charmer pulled me away from the tree then and laid me down on the soft grass.

He proceeded to undress me then himself.

He maintained eye contact with me the entire time as he entered me; noticing all my grimaces in discomfort to all my expressions of pleasure.

We finished together in a glorious way.

Charmer held me as we continued to lie on the grass after we had finished. We were looking up at the stars that were visible through the gaps in the mountains.

Charmer was placing soft kisses on the top of my head as I listened to his heartbeat while lying on his chest.

"Glimmer," he whispered to me, pulling me out of my day dream where I didn't have to go into the games tomorrow.

I looked up at him, "Yes?"

He sat up and pulled his pants over to him and pulled out a small box.

I gasped.

"When you make it out of the games, I want to make you my wife. This here is a ring to show the world that you are to be mine," he said as he opened the box to reveal a beautiful diamond engagement ring that was accented by rubies, "I only hope that you will accept this ring and take it into the games as your token. Would you do me the honor of agreeing to be my wife?"

I couldn't help myself, I started to cry while nodding my head yes.

Charmer smiled as he slipped the ring onto my outstretched hand, which he then kissed once it had been placed properly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. I started to kiss the side of his face, making my way over to his lips.

We wound up making love two more times under the stars, fully enjoying ourselves and each other.

I was determined to win the games after that so I could make it back to Charmer and have my wedding in peace as a victor.

The next day was horrid. The escort reached into the bowl and called my name. Nobody volunteered for me since I was to be the tribute no matter what. Everything had been decided in advance.

I bit back the angry, bitter tears as the boy tribute was called and a different boy named Marvel volunteered in his place.

I had met Marvel a few times, I didn't care for him much, he seemed rather pathetic, but he was to be my partner and to be my ally.

We shook hands and were whisked off to say goodbye to our loved ones.

My parents and little brother came and said goodbye to me first.

Then my beloved fiancé Charmer said goodbye to me with a deep and passionate kiss. He told me to take mercy on no one and to come back to him as quickly as possible.

I promised him that I would.

A few of my friends then came and told me to kick ass. They all admired the ring that Charmer had given me and jokingly said that they hoped that I would be home in time for the wedding.

I gave them all forced smiles and laughed along with them.

Finally, I was loaded onto the train with Marvel.

Marvel was annoying and cocky. He bothered me whenever I was forced to spend time with him in the district, which was exceedingly rare. It was worse now that we were tributes together.

Our mentors started to give us advice right then and there on what to do and how to survive.

I soaked it all in, determined to get back home as quickly as possible.

We arrived at the capitol rather quickly since our district was so close which meant that we got to spend more time with our stylists than the rest of the tributes did.

My stylist immediately decided that I needed to be portrayed as a sexy tribute who would bring death to those who opposed me in a beautiful manner.

I went with it because I needed someone to help me get home and if being a sex icon would bring me back to Charmer quicker, then I would do it and I would do it well.

The tribute parade, I was spray-painted silver and a tunic was placed on my body to cover up my private parts.

Marvel was dressed similarly.

Even though he and I were about to become allies, I hadn't warmed up to him at all. He was just proving himself to be a bigger ass than I had suspected him to be.

The parade was wonderful, there were many people cheering and waving at us. I looked at ourselves on the big screen and I hoped that my outfit would be enough to get us sponsors.

Then the scene changed and I was shown the two tributes from District 12 on fire. They were completely calm about it which meant that it was intentional for them to be on fire.

I didn't allow my being upset to show on my face.

But I was upset because if they looked better than I did, then that meant that they would get more sponsors and I needed sponsors badly so I get could get home.

Training was next.

I worked on trying to better my skills with knives, but I found myself playing freaking politics alongside Marvel who was so convinced that he was going to do well, that he didn't bother with training and instead drug me around to play politics with some of the other tributes.

It was as if the little shit thought that he owned me.

I so badly wanted to kill him right then and there because he was such an asshole!

The District 12 tributes didn't seem that exceptional so my worries were put to rest.

Finally, the day of the private session came and I was the second one to go.

I threw some knives at targets, hitting the center most of the time and I messed around with the bow, also hitting the targets most of the time.

If I had actually been able to practice, I might have gotten better than a 9, but because Marvel kept dragging me around to hang out with Clove and Cato so that we could have a solid alliance, I wasn't able to practice.

When the girl from District 12 got an 11, I was shocked and upset.

That meant that she might get more sponsors than I would get.

I decided that I would just have to charm everyone during the interview.

With Caeser, everything seems easy and simple. It doesn't seem stressful and strenuous, and he puts a person at ease.

Thankfully, he put me at ease and we worked well together.

Since I was the first person to be interviewed, I was pretty confident that people would remember me.

I was mistaken.

The last interview done by the boy from District 12, he revealed that he was in love with the girl!

And that he had been in love with her since he was 5 years old!

I didn't give a shit if it was real or not, but it sure as hell made that girl on fire a lot more desirable than I was which means that she would get more sponsors!

I was pissed.

I needed those sponsors to get home.

That night my stylist took my ring for approval as my token. She told me that I would get it back before I went into the arena the next day.

I had a fitful sleep that night, my mind plagued with all the things that could possibly go wrong once I got into the arena and the idea of how I might never see Charmer again.

The next day was long and it seemed like forever until I was at the launch pad.

That was when my stylist told me that my token had been rejected and confiscated.

Apparently, if I were to twist the gem, a spike with a poisonous tip would be revealed.

I swore that I didn't know that, and I truly didn't.

But at the same time, it filled my heart with warmth that Charmer was trying to look out for me even though he was so far away.

I got into the tube to go up to the arena. It was big and seemed rather forestry, but I didn't care. I just wanted to win. I readied myself to take off for the cornucopia as soon as the time said I could.

Once the cannon went off, I raced towards the cornucopia, and grabbed a knife on the way there.

I noticed the female tribute from District 6 out of the corner of my eye and I jumped on her, pinning her to the ground.

I stabbed my knife into her body multiple times.

I felt sick for what I was doing. I watched the life drain out of her eyes. The sad part was that I didn't even know her name.

I had just taken somebody's life with a knife and I did it in a brutal way.

That was around the moment that I stopped feeling and started doing. I realized that if I stopped to think about the people that I would kill, then I would never make it out of there alive.

And I wanted out!

I got up and started running to the cornucopia again. I tried to stab the boy from district 10, but he pushed me away and took off running. I decided that chasing him was pointless.

I got inside the cornucopia and found that the girl from district 9 was hiding in the back clutching a small dagger.

I picked up the bow that was next to me and notched an arrow in it.

I shot the girl in the eye, killing her.

I retried the arrow from her eye then carried her lifeless body out of the cornucopia so it could be retrieved easily.

Unceremoniously, I dumped it onto the ground and watched some my allies finish off the rest of the lower districts that were still around.

Together with Marvel, Cato, Clove, and Alice, the girl from District 4, we made up the strongest alliance. We moved away from the bodies as a group and waited for the capitol hover crafts to come and take them away.

We didn't have to wait long.

After the dead were taken away, we decided to go ahead and take inventory of everything in the cornucopia.

It was there that we found the boy from District 3.

He was hiding behind a crate clutching a bit of wire.

"Please! Hear me out! If you let me live, then I can help you secure your supplies!" he pleaded, talking quickly.

Cato held his sword against his neck, "Oh yeah? How?"

"I can dig up the bombs that surround the pedestals and reactivate them and bury them around the supplies, that way nobody but us who will know where to step can get to them." he said quickly, fiddling with the wire.

Cato shrugged and drew back his sword, "Okay, but if you fail at it, then I will chop off your head. Are we clear?"

The boy nodded.

"Good. Now what is your name?" Cato asked him.

"My name is Frazzle." he quickly said as he stood up.

Cato nodded at him and told him to help us inventory supplies.

We went back to taking inventory and once we had created a pile of everything, Frazzle started to dig up the bombs as we watched him.

There was a rustling in the bushes.

I jerked around and notched my bow, pointing it in the general direction of where the rustling had come from.

"Don't shoot! I come with a proposition on how to find Katniss!" a voice called out.

"Come out here," called Cato.

The boy from District 12 came out of the bushes with his hands raised by his head, showing that he had no weapons.

"I can help you guys find Katniss. I know her skills and her weaknesses. I'll help you if you let me join your group." he said talking quickly as he slowly approached.

I kept my arrow locked on him, not wanting to let him out of my sight.

Cato thought about it for a few moments, "Fine, you can be a part of our alliance until we kill the girl. This is funny. I thought that you loved her?"

The boy shrugged, "I do, but at the same time, I want to get home as badly as she does."

Cato nodded, "Whatever, I don't care. Find a weapon that you like. We're going hunting in a few."

I released the tension on the string and placed my arrow back in the quiver.

True to his word, Cato led us in the hunt for remaining tributes a few minutes later. We left Frazzles with the supplies, making sure that he know that if he tried anything funny, we would hunt him down and have fun killing him.

He swallowed and nodded and continued to tinker with the bomb he was holding.

We looked all night and finally we saw a column of smoke in the sky around dawn. We followed it and found the girl from District 8 curled up sleeping by the dwindling fire.

Cato kicked her in the stomach, awakening her instantly. The girl pleaded for mercy, begging us not to kill her.

She started crying.

It was pathetic.

Cato and Clove ended her quickly.

We left the area so that the hovercraft could come pick her up and we headed back to our supplies.

Cato started pestering Peeta.

"So how do we find your girl?" he asked.

"Well the thing about Katniss is that she is a very fast runner, so she could be far away by now, but she is looking for water, so we just need to find the places that have water so that we find her." Peeta said with a look of confidence on his face.

Cato shrugged, "Okay, we start as soon as we get some food in our stomachs! I want the girl on fire to be dead as quickly as possible."

I nodded my head in agreement. The faster that the girl from District 12 died, the quicker I would get her sponsors and be able to go home faster.

We returned to our campsite to find that Frazzle had armed a good chunk of the bombs and that most of them were buried. He had left a path open so that we could easily get to the food.

We enjoyed a good meal and stuck around our site for the rest of the day so that Frazzles could teach us how to get past the bombs and to the supplies.

By that night, we were ready to search again.

We found nobody at the start of the 3rd day, so we headed back for the night, deciding to go back out in the morning.

Besides, we all needed some proper rest.

The next day we heard a lot of noise coming from on part of the arena so we started to head over there.

The place looked like it had just recently been on fire.

We started to walk along the forest line, looking for any signs of a tribute.

And low and behold, right before us running away was the girl on fire. And it looked like she had actually been on fire recently.

With a loud whoop, we all chased after her into the forest until she climbed up a tree, escaping our grasp.

Cato tried to climb the tree and kill her with his sword, but he couldn't climb.

I notched an arrow and pointed it at her but I missed by a long shot.

To taunt me, the bitch retrieved the arrow and twirled it around her fingers, making fun of me.

It was Peeta who suggested that we just camp there for the night waiting for her to come down from the tree.

I decided to take the first watch to make sure that the girl didn't escape while we were all asleep. I kept my eye on her for about 4 hours, and then I woke up Clove to take over.

I fell into a restless sleep where I dreamed about Charmer being killed multiple times in front of my eyes.

I awoke to screaming a few hours later and intense pain.

All around me there were giant bees, more appropriately called tracker jackers.

And they were stinging me multiple times. The pain was excruciating and I screamed in agony for help, for anyone to come and help me.

Yet nobody came.

Then the hallucinations that are associated with tracker jacker venom started and I began to see things.

I saw horrible things like my parents and brother being killed multiple times in the games. And Charmer being beheaded in front of my eyes.

I saw horrible atrocities take place before my eyes.

I fell to the ground and started mumbling things about Charmer as I saw him in my hallucinations.

I then lost consciousness a few minutes later.

Thankfully, not long after that, the pain all stopped and I died. I was glad to be dead because the pain was gone.

But at the same time, I was dead. I would never see Charmer again. I would never have a white wedding.

I would never bear his children; never work alongside him with making jewelry.

I would never hold him, touch him, or make love to him again.

Because I was dead and gone.

The very last thought that coursed through my mind as my heart stopped beating was "I love you Charmer."

I hope that wherever he was when I died, I hope he knew that I loved him until the moment that my body gave out and I slipped into the abyss.

And even in death, I still love him.

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