The blonde from District 1 lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. It was the dreaded night before the games. Everything had gone well: she looked amazing during the parade, she had a high training score and the audience loved her during the interview. But there was one thing in her way: Katniss Everdeen. At the thought of the name, Glimmer shot out of bed and paced around her room. The girl from 12 was ruining everything for her. Higher score, better parade costume, a boy to swoon over her and make even the most unattractive desirable. It made the blonde feel sick. She crept out of her room and looked at the door of her District partner. She raised her hand to knock but as if my magic, it opened, and there he stood. Marvel. "Hey, Glim. What's up?" he said, leaning on the door frame. "I wanna make sure that bitch goes down. Fancy some late night training?" she said, smiling flirtatiously, the way she knew the boys liked. He raised his eyebrow. "You what?" he smirked. "It's like… 12am? We have to be up in a few hours." She shrugged and stepped closer to him. "Come on," she said, biting her lip. He sighed slightly. "Alright… Just for you." She grinned and took him to the elevator. Marvel pressed the button and the elevator arrived and whizzed them down in an instant. The training centre was empty; no weapons or equipment. "Well, this was pointless!" he groaned sarcastically. "No it's not," she retorted. She stepped closer to him, so his back pressed against the wall. "We could…." She twirled her finger over his shirt. Marvel swallowed hard. She stroked her fingers down his arm and in one swift and painful move the man's body was flipped onto the floor, her foot on his chest. "We could wrestle?" Marvel chuckled as he moaned with pain. "I can see where you got that 9 from." The blonde giggled and tossed a lock of her hair back. "Like I said: that bitch is going down."