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Glimmer

"Glimmer."

"What?"

"Your arms aren't right. You're better off holding a spear like this." Marvel walked up to me and put his arms on my shoulders, moving me into a better angle.

"I'll take it from here. Clove wants to talk to you." I looked back at the person with the husky, intense voice; of course knowing it was Cato by the first syllable that came out of his mouth. Only he had that voice that made me want to melt. Confused, I looked back at Clove who was glaring at him from behind. No doubt was what he said not true. Marvel looked at me, seeing if I was okay with Cato taking over, but didn't see me distressed at all. Shrugging, he let go of my shoulders and walked over to Clove as they both stood in their usual spots and watched us.

"What do you want?" I asked, looking at the ground and messing with the spear in my hand, twisting it around nervously. My words came out a bit too bitter for even my liking. I wanted to appear cool and suave with him, as if nothing had happened. Though, now I came off as cold and bitchy. 'Great start Glimmer, great start.' I cursed myself. I might as well start killing other tributes now and ending everything right here.

"Believe it or not, I'm a better teacher than your friend Marvel over there is." he said the words 'your friend' so coldly. What did he have against Marvel? Was he out to kill him now? No, not Marvel. He was off limits. Though, why would Marvel become a potential opponent to Cato now? Cato would kill Marvel in a matter of minutes if they were the two last standing. What was this all about? Dammit Cato, tell me why you are like this! So badly, I wanted to yell at Cato, to tell him how I felt, but I knew acting like an idiot wouldn't get me anywhere.

"Whatever, just show me how to through the spear then." I mumbled, looking at the fake human target in front of me again.

"Your body isn't proportioning its weight properly. Since you're right handed, you should have your left leg in front of you and right leg slightly bent behind you. You will end up straightening out your back leg when you throw the spear, giving it extra power. You tend to aim a little too far to the right, I've noticed, so aim a little to the left of the center of this guy." After that, he backed up and had me try it out.

Here it goes.

Not wanting to appear weak, with all my strength I threw the spear, hoping it would just cause the target to crumble to the ground inexplicably. Maybe show some fire in me that no one saw. Once I heard a thud, I knew the spear had hit something. A little scared to see if the results would be humorous, I closed my eyes for a second longer. I heard Marvel chuckle from his spot. Panicked, I looked at the target and stared at it in awe.

There the spear was - straight in the middle of the target. Not only did it hit it, but it really went through the guy. I couldn't help but smile like an idiot. After a few moments of bathing in glory, I looked back at the other Careers and saw Clove glaring at me as she walked away and Marvel giving me a thumbs up as he walked away with her. Did Cato leave? I turned around further and saw he was still standing directly behind me, his arms crossed. He was smirking, which for some reason calmed me down.

"Good going Glim, you'll probably win if you have that as your last weapon in the arena against someone. You are much stronger than you look, and apparently Clove hates it." I couldn't help but chuckle at the statement over Clove. She hates me. Cato even said I'm everything she is against. Blonde, happy, girly, perfect, shiny, doll-like, but still strong somehow. She hated people like that, and apparently I was the queen who represented the whole package. "Marvel seems to be proud too. Bet he wants to hug you all over." he then spat out, his face becoming more sour. I raised an eyebrow at that. Hug me all over?

"Why would he want to do that?" I asked, beginning to walk away from him. He was already upsetting me, and I was hoping this wouldn't happen, at least till the arena. Let him killing me bring me to feel these sad emotions, not now. Things were awkward between us, no doubt, but now he was just being a jerk. I could hear him follow from behind me. Why couldn't he just go kill fake dummies with his stupid swords and then perhaps join in on knife throwing with Clove?

"Aren't you two a thing?" he asked in a serious, yet rude tone.

"Why would you care? But just for the record, no. We're not." I said, beginning to climb up the fake mountain to perhaps escape him. All I could do was hope he wouldn't follow me now. He was like a damn bee that wouldn't leave me alone.

Once I began climbing up, however, he grabbed my right ankle so I couldn't move any higher.

"Look, Glimmer, I need to talk to you." he said, seeming distressed.

It had to be about yesterday, no doubt. I've been wanting answers like crazy since then, actually considering sneaking up to his dorm just to confront him, but now I just didn't want to be around him. It wasn't out of cowardice, rather bitterness and angry. Why did things have to turn out so awkward in the end? I don't want things to get more complicated between us because then I might end up dead.

"I don't think that's a good idea right now. I'm not in the mood." my voice was cracked. It was mixed with wanting to cry and scream angrily at him all at the same time. I could feel my emotions cracking within me and I knew it wasn't good.

"Please, Glim." he said my nickname, which became the last move that made me let down my walls.

"Fine, what is it?" I said, agitated, and finally deciding to look down at him. His face was full of emotion, yet still unreadable. I couldn't tell what he was feeling, but whatever it was it was strong.

"About yesterday, I panicked. I wanted to make sure we had our trust. I trust you completely Glimmer and I wanted to make sure you felt the same way. In order to survive, we are going to have to. As allies."

He didn't mention anything of the kiss. Towards the end of his little explanation, he looked down at the ground with a soft blush. At least, I'm pretty sure that's what it was. Was Cato even capable of blushing? It was another thing you wouldn't tag on with the 'blood-thirsty warrior' Cato.

"Cato, whatever happened yesterday...no, just never mind. I can't have anything complicated between us. No matter what, only one of us are going to make it out of the arena alive. I'm not going to watch as you probably make things worse" I looked back at the top of the mountain, but as I tried to move my foot he gripped my ankle tighter.

"Why does it have to be one of us? Why not both of us die? Or why not just you win? Why do you act as if I have a chance at winning?" Stunned, I blinked a few times and before I realized it, my hands slipped from the parts of rock I was holding. I gasped as I began to fall backwards, trying desperately to grab something in front of me but failing to do so as my hands were a bit sweaty from nervousness and the slick rocks weren't helping. I closed my eyes on my impending fall, but felt two sturdy hands hold my back and the small area beneath my knees. I opened my eyes, even more shocked to see it was Cato who caught me. He was smirking. Oh that god damn smirk, I hated it. I hated it so much. It began making me blush ferociously. Embarrassed, I turned my head away so he couldn't see me directly.

"Thank you, now put me down." I mumbled, looking at the ground.

"What if I don't want to?" he asked. My heart stopped for half a second, my eyes instantly looking back into his. His expression hadn't changed, he was still smirking and seemingly happy. I couldn't be cold anymore, so I let loose a little bit and let a soft, small smile grace my lips. After a few more seconds in his arms, I decided to wiggle and jump my way out, Cato not resisting me one bit.

"Are you fully prepared?" he asked once I stood on my own, looking around the room at the other tributes.

That's right, today is the final day of training. Tomorrow was the day. The 74th Annual Hunger Games were tomorrow. Today was the last day of being truly human and sort of free. Today could be the last day I'll ever live, tomorrow being the day I die. In a way, I wish I just knew the second I would die. Things would be so much easier. I could thank who I wanted to thank, say goodbye to who I wanted to say goodbye to, and give the world my perfectly planned words.

"Glim?" Cato brought me back to my thoughts.

"Sorry. Um, I think so. It's just everything went by so fast."

"It did, no doubt. Things slowed down a bit though since I've been around." I giggled, turning around. Was he flirting with me? No way. No. He wouldn't be that stupid, especially considering he could be the death of me. Before I could think of something to say back at him, I then felt someone grab my wrist. I looked up and saw Cato, completely opposite of how he was just a mere second ago, holding a harsh face and dragging me away somewhere. The warmth he had just a few seconds ago was now gone, a stone cold face replacing it.

"Cato? What the hell is going on?" I loudly whispered to him, annoyed with his changing moods.

"I'm just moving us somewhere else. Don't worry about it." he said, trying to come off calm and casual like he was moments ago, but something in his voice was obviously off. It only made me more alert. I looked around and saw the District 6 Boy smirking at me. I glared at him, for the second time, and quickly turned my head back towards Cato.

"Is it that District 6 Boy?" I asked as he dragged me to the complete opposite side of the room.

"Stay away from him." his voice was cold now. So I was right.

"Planned on it." I responded, trying to bring some joking back around in our conversation. Though, he didn't bend one bit. Not even a small smile or a chuckle or a look back at me. Nothing, just an angry face. Finally done dragging me like a small child, he stopped us as the knife throwing area where no one was around.

"Throw a few knives."

"What? Why?"

"Just do it." He handed me ten knives off a stand. Confused, I picked up a few throwing knives and analyzed every target. There was one directly 6 yards from me and 2 others by each side about 10 yards away. Taking a deep breath, I rose one hand in the air and instantly began throwing them at each target, quickly taking another knife out of my left hand. All ten knives I threw were out of my hands in less than three seconds. Six of them were spot on in the middle of the head or body, getting a complete bulls-eye, while the few other knives were only mere centimeters away from the middle. One thing I had over Clove was grace and speed when it came to knives. She was a bit slower, but much more accurate. Though, that wouldn't matter by tomorrow. She still would beat me if it came to battling with knives. No matter how hard I trained these past training days, she must have had many years over me.

"Thank you." Cato said, sounding relieved as if the world was off his shoulders, and finally giving me a soft smile.

"You're welcome. What was that about?" I asked, wanting answers now. I'm tired of this abrupt stuff. Can't everyone get to the damn point, especially Cato?

"District 6 boy needed to see how strong you were." I looked back where I had last seen him, but he was already gone. He must have scurried like a rat. "He's out for me, and therefor keep an eye on him tomorrow."

"Okay." I almost was compelled to tell him 'Yes Sir.', feeling so inferior to him.

A bell rang. Training was over. Everything was done. The Games were next. I felt a shiver go down my spine. Cato seemed to notice and put a hand on my shoulder, making me jolt and look back at him.

"You have nothing to worry about. You're stronger than you think you are, Glim, and you've got Marvel and me by your side." He grinned, moving his arm to around my shoulders. I looked around, the few last tributes in the room looking at us awkwardly. Though, they never stared long because of how intimidated they were. Thresh was the only one who chuckled, shaking his head and walking out of the room until Cato and I were the last to leave, his arm never leaving me.

Why did Thresh laugh? Did he know because our relationship - or whatever Cato and I were - was doomed? It made me want to both push Cato's arm off of me and pull him closer. I was definitely attracted to him. I was always thinking of him. My mind was always focused on him somehow, no matter what I was doing. Even when I was upset with him, my body kept wanting to linger closer to him on its own. If it were even possible, I would want to run away with him and live in exile. I would probably bring Marvel with me, but Cato felt like my priority.


Cato walked me up to the District 1 dorm. "Thank you."

"You're most certainly welcome, Princess Glimmer." he smirked, grabbing my waist. Rather than the door opening, he pushed me against the wall next to it. I quickly looked around to see if anyone would notice, and not even a peacekeeper was in sight.

"Cato -" I was instantly cut off by his lips crashing into mine. Rather than putting up a fight, I let my emotions flood through. My lips were feverishly uniting with his, my hands moving up to his hair and gripping it tightly. I didn't realize how badly I wanted him, at least not till now. I knew I liked him, but not to this amount. Hell, it was like I didn't want this moment to end. He moved his left hand up and down the side of my body, his other arm moving to lean his body against the wall.

My lips moved apart in shock when he bit my lip, but then he moved his tongue into my mouth. I wasn't going to say no, as our kiss only deepened. Though, I could feel my legs getting weaker and weaker by the second. I didn't know how much longer I would be able to stand. He must have noticed when he moved his lips slowly away from me, smiling. It had no arrogance to it this time, rather it showed simple warmth and love. I had never seen him smile this way...this lovingly.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Stay close to me." he added. He was about to walk away. No, he can't leave yet.

"Wait, Cato!" he turned around and I instantly embraced him, burying my head into his chest. I could sense he was surprised, but eventually he wrapped his arms around my body tightly. After a few moments, I wiggled my way out, Cato gently letting his arms leave me. I hung my head down, a bit embarrassed of my actions, but definitely not enough to regret them.

"You have me, Glim. No matter what, I'll be by your side." he put his hands on either side of my face, kissing my forehead, before he turned around and left. Even though I knew he was gone a minute later, I couldn't leave. I was leaning against the wall, reliving and realizing what had happened. I was in love with Cato, and he felt the same way about me. Simply realizing that wasn't an easy task. Tomorrow was the day, however. I knew he could survive the bloodbath on his own, but I would have to be strong. Be the Glimmer everyone wanted me to be. A merciless, bloodthirsty warrior with a feminine touch; 'The Devious Pink Princess of District 1'.

After a few minutes to myself, I walked into the dorms. Cashmere and Gloss were cuddled on the main couch, too busy watching some Capitol tv show to realize it was only now I returned. Perhaps they didn't even care. Tomorrow was the day where almost everything was out of their hands. Sponsors were the only thing they would have to worry about, and I hope they viewed Marvel and I a well enough sacrifice to work hard.

I was about to enter my room when Marvel walked up to me.

"There you are. Took you long enough...again. You almost made me have to look for you again."

"Marvel..." I didn't feel like talking, but he was too kind for me to walk away and shut him out. Besides, this may be the last talk we have that is completely humane between us.

"Glimmer, believe in our allies." I looked up at him now. "Believe in me. I won't let anything happen to you. I promise." My eyes wanted to begin to water up. Were we all being sent to our deaths? Marvel, seeing I was becoming a wreck right in front of him, hugged me tightly.

"I'll do the same, Marvel." I responded, desperately attempting to keep my voice solid and not a mess. He let go of me and gave me a pat on the back, walking away to his room.


Once I entered my room, I looked out my window. It was already night time and I hadn't realized it. There were people outside the Capitol chanting 'Hunger Games!' and a few people also shouting 'Katniss!'. She was definitely a fan favorite and I couldn't help but be jealous. I can't say I wanted to be viewed the same, but I wish Cato or Marvel could be loved. They would then get more sponsors. I wanted them to win, not me. Not anymore.

Moving away from the window, I changed into a pale lavender short night dress and laid down on my bed. I moved my legs a bit apart and my arms spread open to where both my hands were hanging off the bed. I closed my eyes, slowly breathing in and out. This was the last night of me being...me. Perhaps this was how I was going to die. I tried to imagine it, feeling my blood slowly leave my body and my consciousness wither away.

Then, my thoughts moved to Cato and Marvel. I wonder what they were doing right now? These were the hours we were going to feel most hopeless, only taunting us till the games. It wasn't like we could train or anything. We were stuck in our rooms until morning. In the meantime, we were helpless. Slowly I felt myself falling into sleep.


Cato

"DAMMIT!"

CRASH!

"Why did things have to turn out like this!?"

CHINGG!

"Cato!" I turned around to see Clove walk into my room. Damn, I had forgotten to lock it.

"Go away." I said under my breath, not in the mood to deal with her attitude right now.

"Not until you tell me whats going on? Your breaking things and making a mess out of your room. I could hear you all the way from my room? Are you drunk or something!?"

"CLOVE!" I turned around furiously. "I am not in the god damn mood to deal with you right now. I'm done with your shit, now leave!" Her eyes were wide open, like a child who has seen death. I actually regretted what I had just done. "Clove, I'm sorry." I walked over to my bed, putting my head in my hands.

"Whatever, just clean your stuff up. Cato, we all know you're going to win. Everyone has said it. You don't have to worry about your life. I know I'll make it close to winning, maybe 3rd or something, but you don't have to worry about anything." she walked away from the spot where I had yelled at her, leaving my room. That's the warmest thing I think I've ever heard from her, which only made me feel more guilty. Perhaps she wasn't a complete demon after all.

Once she was gone, I looked up and saw she was right. My room was a mess. I had basically went through a stupid angry tantrum over everything going on. Every Capitol vase and table and chair and so on...was broken now. Then, I felt a warm liquid on my face. I looked down at my hands and noticed the many cuts on them.

Though, Clove was wrong why I was upset. It wasn't my chances at living. No. It was what has happened.

I have found the girl of my dreams...in this hell. Why did it have to be here? Why couldn't I have just been a Peacekeeper in her district and have met her there!? She could die...and that what's scared me the most. Clove was wrong, I was definitely the least likely to win by any chances. Glimmer was, no matter. She would win. My job is to protect her the last few days I have left with her. Simple as that. I wasn't mad about me dying, just the way things had to turn out.

Glimmer, I promise you won't be the one to die. I'll take your place, no matter what.