Here's the next chapter, guys! This is the District 1 boy's drabble. I never name him, but I try to give him personality. This is shorter than the previous one, but hopefully you'll all enjoy it. I think I'm going to do President Snow next, then either Mr. Mellark or Mrs. Everdeen, depending on who you want. Anyway, thank you for all the *amazing* reviews, you guys are great! I also have a question to ask you...I've got ideas for some more drabbles, but what would you guys like me to write after I finish this? I have plans for some oneshots, but if you guys have any ideas for me, I'd love to hear them. I hope you enjoy this drabble!
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I don't think I've ever been so anxious in my life. Not even when my name got called at the Reaping. Because this, what I'm about to do, is more important than anything I've ever done before.
I'm killing her.
I know I'm going to. My snares are excellent, I know that. The little District 11 girl is caught in the first one, dangling in the air like bait for her ally, Katniss. The other one is set for the real target. I'm good with a spear, good enough that as soon as I have Katniss, I'll kill her immediately. Then Katniss will die, with the image of the girl dying the last thing she ever sees.
I don't feel bad about killing the little girl. Katniss killed Glimmer, the person I cared about in these Games, so I'm going to kill her, the one she cares about. It's only fair.
Poor Glimmer. Poor beautiful, cultured Glimmer, who should never have been here in the first place. Despite that, though, she could have won. I would have made it happen. I would have stayed with her to the end, or at least as long as I'd been able to stay alive. Now, I don't even care who wins, I just want to get revenge on the District 12 bitch.
When Cato finds out that I've killed Katniss, he'll kill me. Thresh was the biggest threat to him in terms of strength, but with her, it was a personal obsession. Thresh he needed to kill, Katniss he wanted to. I don't think Cato's entirely sane.
He thinks that his other target, Lover Boy, is as good as dead. I'm not so sure about that. He's sly, clever, more than Cato gives him credit for. Even though I haven't seen him since the Tracker Jacker attack, I wouldn't count him out.
But once again, it doesn't matter. Now that I've lost Glimmer, all that's left for me is to avenge her death, and die as honorably as possible myself.
I wish I had told her how I felt. I'd always had a crush on her, ever since I became interested in girls. And while I've liked other girls, dated them, even, it was always her. It's not like she didn't know who I was. Everyone knew me. I was popular, I was practically the king of the school. She could have been the queen, with her looks. I still don't know why she wasn't.
She chose to be an outcast, unpopular except with her fellow actors, the only ones good enough for her. Which is why whenever I tried to talk to her-something that would have made any other girl of her social status melt-she responded only with polite tepidness. It was worse than her not knowing I existed. I was so unimportant to her, I didn't even earn disdain.
Well, that's going to change, after I'm finished here. When I die, and end up wherever it is we go, she'll have to be grateful. I will have died for her, and she will understand that.
I hear a girl's voice shouting. Katniss. I grab my spear.
This is for you, Glimmer.