AN: Clove's view during the tracker jacker attack. Let me know if I'm doing something wrong, and don't be afraid to point something out or suggest something.

This can't be real. No way.

Reality , or at least the reality I know, does not bend and ripple. The sky isn't a blend of every shade and hue you can imagine, and the ground certainly does not move in waves, uprooting everything in its path including me. Everything surrounding me is an explosion of colour and noise, and nothing can seem to stay still.

And the pain.

Enormous welts have surfaced in groups on my skin, and acidic poison is already coursing through my veins. My blood is pounding through me at hyper-speed, as if it's confused, and doesn't know where to flow. With all this pain, it seems that my senses have increased a hundred fold, so that as i stumble wildly through the forest, every step sends a bone shattering vibration up my leg. I can tell that what normally wouldn't even scratch the surface of my hard facade, is now whirling me through a whole other world of pain. Everything is so fake, so extreme.

Even though it feels so real.

As I run into about my sixth tree, I stumble to catch my breath and try to remember what the hell I'm doing. I guess that's the thing about tracker jacker poison, even remembering what you're running from is close to impossible. Oh that's it.

Tracker Jackers. Delivered herself by none other than District twelve.

Oh, it's going to be so fun to kill her.

But as much as thinking about ripping her head off is enticing, I have to keep running (or, in this case, stumbling). Just for a little more motivation, I feel another stinger dig through my skin right on the back of my neck. The immediate pain is enough to make me jolt to my feet, but I soon find that my body is not responding exactly the way I want it to.

My vision is the first to go.

I am smothered in what can only be described as darkness. The blackest black you can imagine. I've never done well with darkness, it's one of the very few things that actually make me worry. Or rather, panic. There are too many memories of dark nights, moments of pure weakness, and tears that blurred my already unstable vision. The darkness that never relented, that never kept haunting me and torturing me. Until he showed up.

Cato.

He was the most arrogant, snarky, annoying and immature person I had ever met. And of course, that's why we got along so well. We led our own way through the training, ignoring the older kids who at first despised us. Ignored us and told us a guy as headstrong as him, and a girl as weak as me would never be given the honour of volunteering. After a while, they were terrified of us. I like to think of it as a deep respect. He had been my kickstand, someone to lean on when the black began to smother me again. He gave something to look forward to. A light.

But then we ended up here together, one surely going to die, and the darkness coated me once again. I thought i was surely going to go insane.

Now though, I really am going insane. Something I had learned once, I think at school back in District 2, told me that tracker jacker venom can cause severe hallucinations, most of them targeting what you fear most. Pondering this, shapes form and the world is suddenly back in view, although something is wrong. Something is very wrong. What do I fear? What can a girl like me really fear? I have built up a resistance to fear. What most scream at, I laugh at.
So what am I afraid of?

Unfortunately, I am given an answer.

I find myself standing in an open meadow, with sweet smells and bright flowers surrounding me. Where the hell am I? This is certainly not District 2, with its concrete and mountains. Am I in another part of the arena? Before i can survey the rest of the area, Cato materializes at the end of the field. His face lights up and waves at me. What... what happened? Am I already awake from the venom? I decide it's best not to go against common sense, and begin walking towards him. He walks towards me as well, smiling like a kid in a candy store. I find myself smiling back, but something in the back of my head is screaming at me to stop. Where are Glimmer and Marvel... Nalen and Fia? And what part of the arena is this... it's so different from the usual dense forest.
As I near Cato, something seems off. I stop for a second, and so does he.

"What are we doing here?" I yell to him.

Strangely enough, he yells the exact same thing. In perfect unison.

"Where are-" I begin to ask, but stop because he's copying me again.

Alarms are going off in my head, but I still take a few more steps closer to him until we're less than two feet away. I study him closely, and something seems weirdly different. His eyes are too blue, his skin too bright, shining almost. I reach out to touch him, but find his arm reaching out to me too.
And then i get it.

He's just a mirror of me.

I immediately reach for my knife, but find that it, and the others, is gone. Trapped, I panic and back away, but mirror Cato just fallows me, matching my every move. That stupid sinister smile plastered on his luminescent face. I catch my foot on a rut in the ground and tumble backwards. The graceful flowers with their long leaves began to wind their stems around me and prick me with thorns. I am weaved in place, unable to move a muscle, and I hate it. I hate being defenceless, unable to fight back, unable to kill.

"You know it Clove. You know you can't live without me."

I look up in shock to see Cato dangerously close to my face, whispering as another thorn digs into my skin.

"If I die, you'll have nothing left. No one but me ever loved you. You're nothing without me."

Water has begun to rise around me, threatening to reach my head. But not before Cato's words can etch themselves into my mind.

"You always were too weak to go on your own. You'll go insane without me."

'Cato you're lying, I-"

"Oh, but you know I'm not sweetheart."

And with that, his skin peels away, and he crumples on top of me. Hysteria is boiling inside of me and everything is fading. I can feel his nails scratching away at my skin, and blood mixes with the water now above my head.

Get in the water Clove, Get in the lake!

Where is that coming from. Why am I dying.

I simply cannot form a thought as the black swallows me whole.