A/N: The only thing that really needs to be said is that this will be in italics to give it that flashback vibe XD Hope you all enjoy it! XOXO

Disclaimer: If I owned this, Luce would be in the books.

When Luce woke, she could see the light peeking through the bushes she was sleeping in. A small stream of light illuminating the top half of her face, it being the reason she woke up. She was confused at first, forgetting why she was hidden in a bush, but when she saw the dagger beside her she remembered exactly why. She was in the Games. She just survived her first night. Using caution she moved some of the leaves and branches covering the top and slowly poked her head up to see if anyone was near. Covering every area she could see, there was nothing unusual so she climbed out and brushed some of the twigs off of herself as she did another scan of the area.

Once she was satisfied that she was truly alone, she grabbed her bloody dagger and took off in the direction she came from. If the Cornucopia was still there, then maybe there would be some useful supplies. She stayed hidden by some trees as she slowly made her way, always looking around to make sure no one was following her. Peeking her head out from behind the tree she looked around seeing nothing. The area was completely abandoned. She knew to be careful though, because it could easily be a trap.

Luce took a few careful steps out into the open field, looking back and forth from one end to the other. Still hearing and seeing nothing she took off running towards the Cornucopia. Once she made it she looked around for anything that might be helpful. The first thing she noticed was that all the bodies were gone, as well as all the blood. She figured they must have come in during the night and cleaned it all up. Moving towards the back she was able to see a backpack, opening it up she found a few things that would be useful. She also found more daggers. Just as she picked one up she heard footsteps and quickly ducked down behind some of the weapons.

Peeking up she saw the girl from the other day that tried to kill her with the sword. She looked just as tired as Luce felt. Watching the girl Luce saw her looking around, maybe Luce didn't look hard enough for anyone around and was seen going into the Cornucopia.

She shook her head realizing that what was important now was staying quiet and just hope that the girl would leave soon. It didn't take long before the girl felt satisfied with her search and shortly after left, heading to the right. Luce let out a sigh and silent 'thank you'. Getting up she made sure not to hit or knock anything over that would alert the girl of her presence and bring her back.

Just as she made her way out she was tripped and fell to the ground. Lifting her head she saw the girl, her sword aimed right for her head. Luce rolled onto her back just as the sword connected with the ground. She scrambled onto her feet and reached for the daggers that still laid on the ground and held them tightly. The girl had a determined look on her face and gripped her sword with two hands, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Luce made sure to watch every move, to try and anticipate when she would try and attack. Only a minute had passed before the girl charged towards Luce, her sword raised and ready to hit it's target. Luce was barely able to dodge it and got cut on her shoulder. Acting fast she tossed one of her daggers and prayed that it land where she wanted it to.

She watched as it flew and lodged itself in the girl's stomach, just below her ribcage. The girl cried out in pain as she dropped her sword and brought her hands to her stomach where crimson red started to stain her shirt. Luce could feel something inside herself twist as she watched the girl pull the dagger out and fall to her knees. Luce gripped the other dagger tightly in her hand and stalked towards the girl who she now recognized was from District 10. The girl looked up at Luce with scared eyes.

"P-Please..." The girl begged. "Please don't kill me.."

Luce stared down at her, "That's why we're here, isn't it? To kill each other?" Her voice was pained as she spoke, knowing what she was going to do next. Closing her eyes she took her dagger and plunged it into the girl's chest. All she heard was a strangled gasp before feeling a heavy weight against her. Opening her eyes she looked at the now dead girl, her empty eyes staring straight at Luce as a cannon sounded in the distance, signaling her death.

Luce quickly stood up and brought a shaky hand to her mouth thinking it could quiet any sobs that escape. All she could do was stare at the life she just took. The second one! She was becoming like Finnick when he was in the Games. A killer.

She furiously wiped at the tears that fell down her face and did the best she could to wipe off the blood on her hands and daggers. She went back to her backpack and slung it over her shoulder, then ran off back into the forested area. She ran for what felt like forever until she came across a small river. Taking out the empty bottle she found in the backpack she filled it with the fresh water and put it back in the backpack.

Just as she sat down to rest she heard leaves rustling behind her. Taking a deep breath she slowly grabbed her daggers then quickly turned and tossed one. When it landed a rabbit ran off, she realized it was the source of the noise she heard and took a few calming breaths.

Needing to find new shelter she found the tallest and biggest tree and climbed it. Settling herself comfortably on one of the branches she finally drank some of the water and managed to close her eyes for a few minutes. But those minutes turned into hours as she woke up to find that it was night. She looked up at the sky to see the "Fallen Tributes" montage ending, leaving the night dead quiet.

Luce noticed that she was on the edge of the branch, and if she had continued sleeping, she would have surely fallen off and hurt herself. Deciding it was best to find a more safe place to rest she climbed down and started walking.

It wasn't long before she could faintly smell smoke and a faint glow in the distance ahead of her, meaning only one thing. Another tribute.

She was careful of where she stepped, to not give away her presence as she got closer and closer. When she was able to see clearly she saw that it was a boy, and he was alone. Squinting to try and see better, she realized the boy was probably younger than her. She shook her head telling herself it didn't matter, because he was probably a killer just like her. Setting down her backpack she slowly made her way to the other side where his back would be facing her. She held a dagger in each hand as she got closer and closer.

Using the small amount of energy she built up sleeping in the tree and she jumped towards him and managed to wrap her arms around his front. The boy made a noise of surprise and squirmed in her grip as he tried to free himself. They rolled onto the ground as the struggle continued and as she ended up on her back, the boy on top of her, she took her dagger and dragged it across the boy's throat. A choking sound was made before his body went still.

She could feel the familiar wetness of blood that ran from the boy's body onto her. She moved him away from her and sat up to get a better look at him. Once she did she quickly turned away knowing she would throw up if she stared at his open throat a second longer. Standing up she decided it would be best to clean up at the small river she found earlier. Gathering her things she made her way back to the river, checking her surroundings every minutes.

When she made it she quickly washed herself off, not wanting to spend too much time out in the open. Feeling dry enough she found her old spot where she spent her first night, the bush still a bit flat in the middle. She found some new branches to cover the top and made herself as comfortable as she could. She laid her daggers next to her. Just like the first night, she curled up and cried herself to sleep. Hoping it would all be over soon.