So, after three (or is it four?) months, I finally remembered to write this! Just for everyone's information, I do not support Glimmer/Cato but what's here was necessary for writing about Glimmer. It's short, but I liked how it turned out. Hope you do too.

"Not if I get her first!"

Fire Girl runs like she thinks she has a chance of getting away. She must know that she's no match for the Careers, even with her eleven. We'll get her. I'll get her.

Clove is the only one not whooping and yelling with us—and Lover Boy, but he hardly counts as a Career. Besides, Cato seems to like Clove better than me. I can't stand being second. Or third, or fourth…

I concentrate on running after Twelve for a while, but she climbs a tree. Cato tries to climb up but he's too strong and the branch breaks. He waves his sword threateningly, but Twelve is really good at hiding how scared she is, because she calls down, "Maybe you should throw the sword!"

"Here, Cato, take my bow," I offer, putting on my best smile. Cato glances at me.

"No, I'll do better with my sword."

Marvel and Clove are silent, and I think Lover Boy is trying to think of a way to get her to come down. Then we can kill him. Finally! Honestly, he's so useless. I'm surprised Cato even keeps him around. It's not like he's been any use, either. I bet we could have found Everdeen on our own.

Then I remember I have a weapon, and if Cato doesn't want it, then I can use it. I aim the bow and arrow at Twelve, but something goes wrong and it lands a few feet above her. With the automatic bow at home, I have perfect aim! How different can it be? I should have practiced with a sword or something. Or maybe knives like Clove. Then Cato would pay more attention to me.

"Just leave her. She has to come down sometime," Lover Boy says. There's no other choice, so we agree.

"Someone keep watch," Cato orders, stomping away. I want to follow him, but Clove does first. I can't stand her. How can such a little girl think so much of herself? She's good with those knives, though.

Slowly, it gets dark and the anthem plays. There are no faces tonight, but I'm not really watching anyway. I'm more focused on Cato placing the end of his sword in the fire and admiring it as he removes it. He's so strong and handsome and intimidating…so perfect. I wish there was nobody else here, that it could be just the two of us hunting down weak outer-district tributes.

"Oh, please," I smile, putting a hand on his arm. Cato smirks at me. Next to us, Clove spears a lizard with a knife. Ha. She must be jealous. Marvel is just staring off into the forest.

We order Lover Boy to keep first watch. He sits up against a tree. I lie down next to Cato, my head against his arm. If I'm going to sleep on the ground, it may as well be with an attractive guy next to me. Plus, fewer leaves in my hair this way. Somehow it's stayed pretty and neat this whole time. Images of messed-up hairstyles float through my dreams.

When I wake up, it's so panicked screams and an unmistakable buzzing sound. Bees? All I know is it's not something we're trained for in District One. I shriek and try to get up, but it's too late. The tracker jackers—I can hear someone yelling their name—surround me and I feel stings all over my body. It's unbearable. I fall back to the ground and wonder when Cato is going to come save me. He never does. Instead, he stays just behind Clove. That little—

I feel ashamed that the last thoughts I'm aware of are jealousy towards Clove. But what else can I feel at this point?

And then come the hallucinations. The reaping, my hands turning to mud, long streaks of smeared makeup everywhere, my outfit becoming a tattered and torn dress, my bow and arrow falling from my hands and leaving me weaponless. Cato leaving me alone to help Clove. My trainer yelling at me to either get good at something or give up on being tribute. People refusing to cheer when I volunteered. Not getting any sponsors. Caesar not liking me. Losing the Games. Fire Girl's obviously synthetic little flames engulf me, and slowly burns the world to black.

Review and tell me what you thought? And maybe some one- or two-shot ideas for The Hunger Games? (Preferably not romance as I suck at that).