A/N: man i wrote this over three years ago probably at like five in the morning because i sucked like that. this does not reflect my current quality of writing and i did not edit this at all. this is old and probably the last thing i'll ever upload here (i'm an ao3 girl now) i just think this deserves to be up here. enjoy


Glimmer runs. She shouldn't have fallen asleep! Now Twelve managed to release those menacing tracker-jackers on her and the others! Her only hope is that they stung Twelve to death.

She trips and falls, screaming profanity. The tracker-jackers get to her, stinging her arms and legs and neck and head and it's all too much it hurts make it stop.

Glimmer writhes in pain, trying to use her bow to swat the bugs away. It proves to be ineffective, and seems to make the wasps sting her more. She's lost count of how many stings she has, but she knows it's well over 100. There was a whole nest dropped on her. She's definitely going to be dead in minutes.

As the tracker-jackers swarm and sting, she mentally apologizes to everyone. I'm sorry, Cato, Clove, Marvel, and Marina, she thinks.

Marina? Glimmer didn't see her run off with the others. Was the girl from Four suffering her same fate?

I'm especially sorry to you, Marina.

I'm sorry, Cashmere, I'm failing you, she thinks. I'm sorry, Mom and Dad, for volunteering a year early, for thinking I could handle it. I'm sorry, Ruby, for letting you down. You were the best little sister ever. Please stay safe.

The pain is too much to handle, the poison isn't any better. It slowly kicks in, slowly kills. As Glimmer finally leaves the world, she can only think, I'm sorry.