We're Already Dead
Summary: Cato and Glimmer knew they were already dead. No other option.
Disclamer: I OWN NOTHING. WHICH IS REALLY SAD.
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10, 9, 8
Glimmer turned her head, panicking, her breathing became slow and shallow as the numbers counted down, she was sweating and she hadn't even began to run. She couldn't move now, how would she be able to run when it all started?
7, 6, 5
Glimmer looked around the podiums. Cato. She spots him, his face a mask anger and bitterness. Bitter? Glimmer turns her head again and finds Clove glaring at her. Shit. Clove knew. The second Glimmer was off that podium, Clove was going to kill her. She knew that. She gulps, her fringe sticking to her forehead.
4, 3,2
Her eyes find Marvel's. His cocky grin is replaced with a sneer, and he shakes his head. Marvel knew too. Of course he did, who knew Glimmer better than Glimmer herself? Marvel did. He knew everything, since they had been friends since birth. He knew when she hid things.
1.
As soon as the gong goes, Glimmer was off, straight to the Cornucopia. She grabs a knife and digs it into the flesh of the District 7 boy and the District 4 girl. She looks up and sees Clove flinging knives, Marvel with his spear and Cato with a sword. The next weapon of choice was a bow and arrow. Not that she could use it.
She catches Cato's eye from across the field. He blinked once and returned to stabbing another tribute.
But that's all Glimmer needed. Because in the back of their minds, they were already dead.