Authors Note: Okay so to try and make up for taking so long to write chapter three, I have published two chapters in two days. I hope that you have enjoyed them, but please let me know! I'd love to know how you think the storys going. Thanks!

Swallowing four Capital painkillers- four times the dose instructed- Glimmer picked up a silver bow and sheath of arrows from the cornucopia and swung it over her shoulder. In the half an hour since she had received the parachute she had experienced more emotions than she thought humanly possible.

At first the idea of having to go behind Cato's back with Marvel made her want to be sick. It had felt like someone had ripped her heart straight out of her chest, and left a large gaping hole in its place. Now she just felt numb. She decided this was a good however as feeling was too painful right now. The only person left she could take refuge with was now being taken away by the Capital, like everyone else she loved had been.

"Hey are you coming?" Hearing Marvel's shout from the edge of the forest snapped her back to reality. Show time. Taking a deep breath she prepared to change into the fake Glimmer, the Glimmer she had been forced to be all her life as the Mayor of district ones daughter.

"Yeah, wait up! Save some people for me to kill," Glimmer shouted as she jogged over to join Marvel, Clove and Cato. They all began to silently walk into the forest, masked by the darkness that night provided. Cato was at the front and kept glancing over his shoulder, wondering why Glimmer was hanging back. She had barley looked at him since they had left the tent earlier. He began to wonder if she was embarrassed, or just didn't want to get caught in the same situation they were in earlier. Even with the amount of experience he had had with girls back in district two, he was secretly worried that he had done something wrong and unknowingly made a fool of himself. Either way he decided to stay at the front, because whilst they were hunting tributes he doubted he would be able to talk to her anyway.

A million thoughts consumed Glimmer as she tried to decide what to do. The painkillers had made her light headed and just as she was beginning to regret recklessly taking too many, she remembered what she had felt like without them, how afraid she had felt, and decided that being light headed wasn't so bad after all. They had been walking for about an hour now, and with Marvel in front of her she had no excuse not to make a move. No excuse but one. Cato.

Casting her gaze to the front of the pack she noticed that he was a good twenty meters ahead of her and kept disappearing as he moved in and out of the trees. If she moved now hopefully he wouldn't see her. Slipping her hand into her pocket she felt the scrunched up note and knew she had to act now. There was no way that President Snow would allow her to disobey his direct order to put on a good show.

Just do it, she thought, forcing her self to walk closer to Marvel. There was no backing out now. Taking a deep breath she counted down in her head; three, two, one…

Glimmer reached out and slipped her arm around Marvel's shoulder, placing her mouth right next to his ear but making sure that the audience would still be able to hear what she said.

"You look good with a sword, I hope you'll use it to protect me," she whispered playfully into his ear. Marvel couldn't believe his luck. Finally she had realised how stupid Cato was and come back to him, as he knew she would.

"Why thank you, you're looking pretty good yourself," he whispered back, moving his hand to rest on the bottom of her back. It was all Glimmer could do not to wince at his touch. Feeling as if she might be sick if she had to flirt with him anymore, she simply grinned and tried to resist the urge to gnaw at her lip.

Marvel didn't seem to realise how awkward she was acting however and slid his other hand around her back, stopping them both from walking. STOP! Glimmer wanted to scream at him, but forced her feelings to the pit of her stomach as she thought about her five year old brother, Flint. He would be sat at home now, not understanding what was going on. Not understanding where she had gone. Maybe father had told him that the angels had taken her, the same way they had taken mother. This time Glimmer couldn't help but wince as she remembered the fateful night that her mother had been taken from her. Remembered waking up in the middle of the night to find her mother being dragged through the house by the peacekeepers. And then worst of all seeing her the next day hanging dead in the town square…

Marvel's mouth crashing into hers brought Glimmer back to the moment. The words put on a good show ran around frantically in her head, forcing her to kiss him back. As soon as she did she found that all she could think about was Cato and that first kiss in the training centre. Had he felt the same way when he kissed her? Had the whole world disappeared and the floor dropped beneath him, until all that had remained was the two of them?

This time she came back to reality with a hard thud as Marvel pushed her into a tree, his kiss becoming more and more unbearable. Frantically she tried to think of a way to break away, if just for a second, so that she could grab a hold of herself. Suddenly she had an idea. Breaking away from his lips she jumped up onto him, her legs wrapping around his waist. The jump caused her vision to shift and reminded her of the painkillers. She could only think for a second however as Marvel began to kiss her again.

Suddenly she heard footsteps and out of nowhere she heard Clove's voice, from what sounded like a couple of trees away.

"Where are you guys?" Clove hissed through the night as Glimmer broke free from Marvel's arms and hit the floor with a thud.

"Where here. I just…I just dropped my arrows," Glimmer said quickly, trying to keep her voice even as she dropped her sheath onto the floor, before diving down to gather the arrows that had fallen out up. Finally catching on Marvel jumped down to help her, just as Cato and Clove walked around the tree to find them.

Cato stood with a confused and then concerned expression on his face as he saw how panicked Glimmer looked. His gaze then shifted to Marvel who wasn't doing a very good job and concealing his smirk. Surely nothing had happened between them?

"Guys look." The whole group looked to where Clove was pointing, to see a small red glow not too far in the distance.

As if such a situation had been planned, all four careers instantly begun to follow Clove as she walked almost silently towards the glow. As they grew nearer Glimmer began to recognise the female tribute from district four sat warming herself by a fire. She watched as Clove turned around and grinned, as she approached the clearing. Glimmer couldn't help but jump as her and Marvel burst though the trees and grabbed the girl.

"Great idea, building a fire on the first night! Gee I wish I had thought of that plan," Marvel mocked as he and Clove yanked the girl up. At this point Glimmer couldn't help but sneak a glance at Cato, who was staring back at her, a reassuring look on his face that didn't quite meet his eyes.

"I…I… please don't kill me!" The girls cry rippled through the forest, but even if it had been heard no one had come to help. To the rest of the tributes it meant soon there would be one less person to kill.

"Awww now isn't that sweet, well here's a piece of advice, if you don't want to get killed then don't get caught. But then again I suppose it's a bit late for that," Clove picked up where Marvel had left off. As Glimmer watched she tried to look amused and even laughed at the girls cries, however inside her pockets her hands where shaking. All she could do was watch as Clove pulled a knife out of her belt and the girl screamed.

"Oh so you don't want me to kill you? Well seen as I'm feeling so generous today I'll let you choose," a thin smile spread across Clove's lips as she said this. Glimmer however felt her stomach lurch at the thought that she could have to kill the girl. The look of fear must have registered across her face as the captured tributes eyes locked on hers.

"Help me," she whispered staring right at Glimmer, her piercing eyes filled with desperation.

"Ahhh so I guess we've found our winner," Clove spun around to face Glimmer.

"Do you want to borrow my knife?"

"Use my sword, it's more fun playing with bigger toys," Cato said, suddenly joining in on the conversation. When Glimmer spun around Cato saw relief brush over her face for a moment as she realised that using Cato's sword would allow her to get it over with quicker. He knew how hard this was for her, unlike him she hadn't been trained to be a killer.

Trying to keep a calm expression on her face, Glimmer walked over to Cato and reached out to grab his sword, just as his hand grabbed the handle. For a second electric surged through both of them as there hands brushed over each over. Then, somehow managing to make it look natural Cato squeezed Glimmers hand. She looked up and felt a mix of guilt and reassurance as he gave her a nod so slight, that if she had blinked, she would have missed it.

After being handed the sword Glimmer spun around faced the girl who was now crying silently, her gazed cast downwards. All of a sudden an unfamiliar feeling surged through Glimmer. Anger. This girl had no right to be crying. She had been reaped fairly and it was her fault she had been caught. In a few days time Glimmer knew that it would be her death that the capital would be watching, gripped to there seats. This stupid, idiotic girl had actually had a chance of winning and she had thrown it all away. She had been given a chance that Glimmer would never get. A chance to live. A chance to love.

Suddenly Glimmer's mind cast back to earlier when she had been forced to betray Cato. A pain took over her that she doubted any amount of Capital painkillers would cure. The arena seemed to get quieter and the girl's sobs became louder. There were thousands of things she wanted to say to the girl, to make her understand that even now she still had hope and more of a chance than Glimmer ever had. In the end however she was too wound up to say more than one word.

"Pathetic," she whispered. And then without hesitation she drew back the sword and lodged it straight into the girl's heart.