A/N: I had most of the chapter written and saved, but I don't know what happened to it, or I'd have had this chapter up so, sooooo much sooner. But oh well, it's up now.

Thank you to for helping me with ideas on this chapter!

Next time, by popular demand of one vote, and because she's the main female and needs another POV, Marissa will get a POV. Then Peeta because he is awesome and he has a vote and I have plans for him.

This is a short chapter, but I want to leave it off at a...decision. Sorry it's so short. The other reason is because I barely had time to write this because I wanted it up soon, and as I said, I had a full-blown, almost finished, very long chapter lost mysteriously. I hope you still enjoy!

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Title: Gone

POV: Marvel Gratte

After the Careers have just crashed into the lake and after Cato and Peeta's battle that landed Peeta with a cut down his leg by the lake. I am making that part follow the book.

Glimmer is in my arms, floating a bit, and sighing, her eyes shut. She and I have it the worst. With stings everywhere and hallucinations every minute or so, I barely know how I managed to get back myself, let alone get her here in my arms, too.

Before me stands a giant panda eating a coconut. "Anyone else see the panda?" I ask, way out of it.

"I do," Glimmer answers. "It is juggling Cato and Clove, isn't it?"

"No, it's eating a coconut," I tell her.

"We don't see the panda," Clove snaps. I guess she got the worst because she doesn't seem to be too affected. Suddenly she is right in front of me, about to kill me. When I reach out to push her away and yell at her, I fall forward, face-first, into the water before me. "What was that, Marvel?"

"You're going to kill me!" I yell. Glimmer starts to stumble and falls in the water like I did. I pick her up and take her to the edge of the lake with me as I lie down about a yard from her.

When I wake up, it's morning, and no one's up except Cato and I. But here's the twist: He's pinning me down with his sword again. I start, and he presses the sword down harder. "You took my girl," he breathes.

"She would've died!" I whisper-yell.

"I don't give a shit," he snaps. "You took my girl, and you don't take my girl."

"What does it matter, Cato?" I snap. "I don't love her and she doesn't love me. Plus, one of you has to die."

He presses the sword harder, and I can feel it sinking slowly into my skin. The blood seeps from my neck and searing stabs prickle around my neck as I fall under the tracker jacker's spell again. Only this time, nothing is the same.

When I look at them, I see them all betraying me, I see them all killing me, and I see them all dying. I see them all as is I care for them and hate them. The venom twists everything I know and bends it to something I am not sure of. It takes everything I have to not go kill Glimmer because all I can see is her pushing me out the window—or trying—on the night before the arena.

I take a knife from my belt and let it sink into Cato's arm that is holding the sword. He lets me go for a second as he pulls it out, blood coming with it. The hole is just a little, straight cut. I run to the pile of things Eric has made and wonder where he's gone. I go through the pattern even though I'm way out of it. I take a spear, but I don't take anymore, forgetting to.

My eyes are only half open as my spear runs through his body. But…wait. Is that even Cato? No, it's Eric! I think. He falls to the ground, holding the spear where it is in his chest. The cannon sounds. I didn't even know he was still here.

"Clove, hand me a knife," Cato demands from the girl behind him.

Something sparks in her. It's like a fire has just been tended to inside her and it is finally blazing within a second. She takes her knife and it whizzes into Cato's arm, just below my knife was previously. He swears, but I don't hear exactly what words he uses.

"What about home, Cato?" Clove yells at him, a knife coming in her hand again.

"What about home?" Cato says defensively, his sword connecting with her arm, and pulling back quickly. "All I remember is a pathetic, weak girl staying at my house because she couldn't sleep. Oh, I'm sorry. Was that you?"

"Is it all you care about, Cato?"

"Yes."

"What about her?"

"No."

"Not even me?"

"No."

I have no clue as to what they're talking about but I get away best I can, taking Glimmer. Before I can, Clove's knife hits my leg, and buries itself deeply in my flesh. I pull it out, pick Glimmer back up, and run.

Once we're on the woods and it's obvious they're too preoccupied with each other, she speaks up, not worried about them—Cato and Clove—anymore. "Put me down," she spits.

I set her down. She stumbles, and falls to the ground. We are safe, so we scoot to a tree and hold each other, freezing. I close my eyes and look to everything in the world that I love.

Beryl. Is she still sick? Obsidian. Is he even alive? My mother. Protecting them all, and unable to protect one of us. Then there's Marissa. I want her so bad. I want to know what it feels like to finally have her, even if only for a moment. I need her. If I never have her, if I never get her, I won't be able to win. I won't be able to win anyway. Not with her and Glimmer. And Glimmer. My new best friend. The one who charms them all. The most deadly and yet the most fragile of us all.

The venom seeps out of me finally and I am back into the world, being able to focus better. But when I look down at Glimmer, I see she is pained. I feel her pulse. It's slow. Too slow.

"Glimmer." She looks up. "No. Don't move. If you move, you might die. You can't die on me."

She smiles again. Her eyes flutter shut. "I'll go when I go. No stopping it, Marvel. If it was meant for me to win, I would and will."

I hold her tighter, like she's my sister and I'm keeping her warm in front of the fire on nights when it's so cold, we can't heat the house all the way. We lie there. And the cannon that sounds is so sudden and quick. It startles me. I remember whom it must be for. "Glimmer," I whisper softly. No answer. "Glimmer!" No answer. I look at her eyes. They are empty but beautiful. Her heart is making no sound at all. That cannon was the cannon for a girl named Glimmer Shine. That cannon should never have been sounded, because if none of this were here, it wouldn't have sounded, and Glimmer would still have someone. And I would get my Marissa and she would get someone right for her. Clove would get her Cato, Peeta would get his Katniss, Beryl would not be on the verge of death, and my father would not have left.

But there's nothing I could do, as she said, to stop that cannon from sounding. It was inevitable.

So now, here I am, all alone, no pack or weapons, in the Hunger Games. I'm going to die. Yeah, I'm probably going to die. I wonder if there has been any other Career who has thought like me right now. Surely there has been. I mean, not every Career from District One wins, you know.

I get up, not daring a tear, as the sun settles itself in the sky for sunset to soon begin. I know what I must do at the sight of the sun. I have to find her. I have to find Marissa Markison and I have to not ever let her leave my sight.

A/N: Told ya it was short. Clato is soon to come! And Peetniss, possibly, too. And of course, far, far ahead of us is some Marvissa, or, if you don't agree with the team name including Marissa but instead Foxface, then Marvface. I like Marvissa better.

Review now and I will bring a twist in sooner. But if you don't…you'll just have to wait!