Until the referee rings the bell, until both your eyes start to swell, until the crowd goes home. What we gonna do ya'll? Give 'em hell, turn their heads. Gonna live life 'til we're dead! Give me scars, give me pain! Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me: There goes a fighter, there goes a fighter! Here comes a fighter! That's what they'll say to me, say to me, say to me. This one's a fighter!

/AN:/ I don't own those lyrics, this character, or the Hunger Games.\:end\

Her hands slip, a knot forms in her stomach, her head aches. Her palms are sweaty, blood on her arms, trickling down her leg. Clove's dark eyes are wide, large and full of fear for the first time in her life. Well, almost. A force hits her, knocking her off of her feet. She's small for her age, considered one of "the weaker ones." Luckily she's better trained. A swish and her next thing she knows her body is in the air, dangling in the boy's arms. His face is like a child's when he doesn't get what he wants. He pouts when his voice shouts. Clove's frantic, squirming to get out of his arms.

"YOU KILL HER?" Thresh shouts. Clove's vision falters, she sees black spots when she dizzily replies,

"No," weakly. She's telling the truth, but the boy doesn't believe her, no, he's positive she killed the girl.

The boy's lip quivers as if his partner's memory haunts him. It probably does. She was one of the only tributes who seemed pure enough, good-natured enough, innocent enough to deserve to win. The boy continues to talk, but Clove doesn't care anymore. She can't hear him or stand to listen. Then she sees it as she's trying to break free. A rock, the size of half of Cato's sword gripped between his fingers. She loses it- the sanity she kept. She cries in terror,

"CATO! CATO!" Her voice cracks and she stops. Unable to talk from fear. Thresh's arm raises above her head.

"CLOVE!" Cato's voice echoes into the field from the forest. Hope shimmers in Clove's eyes until she realizes that it's Thresh's cue to kill her. The rock seems deadly now, mocking her fright.

A soft scream escapes her lips as a blow strikes her head. She feels herself crumble to the ground. There goes the fighter.


Well, some nights, I wish that this all would end! 'Cause I could use some friends for a change! And some nights, I'm scared you'll forget me again. Some nights, I always win, I always win... But I still wake up, I still see your ghost! Oh Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh. What do I stand for? What do I stand for? Most nights, I don't know... So this is it? I sold my soul for this? Washed my hands of God for this? I miss my mom and dad for this? I still see your ghost…

/AN:/ I don't own those lyrics, this character, or the Hunger Games.\:end\

This is it. Thresh is dead. The redheaded girl as well. Now it's just me and the Lovers. Too bad one of them will have to die, just like Clove did. I know I can't win this anymore. Her ghost haunts me, telling me to join her. Sometimes I see Glimmer's too and Marvel's. They all surround me, telling me to join them. Then, there it is, the barking. It's followed by footsteps, hundreds of them. My instinct is to get up. I run for the Cornucopia, the only place I might be able to climb on.

The howling continues as I barrel through bush after bush and tree after tree, my hands clenched in fists. A wolf-like scream pierces the air, but it isn't theirs. It's mine. I rage through the forest. I enter the clearing and find myself facing the Cornucopia, staring where she died. I feel hot with anger, sweat, and the run, but I cannot stop. Katniss and Peeta, my enemies stand by the Cornucopia. They are oblivious to my terror. I keep running and they finally get the message and sprint to safety.

My heart pounds in my chest. I keep running. I climb on top of it. Katniss is up too. She has her arrows, Glimmer's arrows. I feel heat rush through my head. I surely have a fever. My head bangs against the wall on my struggle up. Blood fills my mouth and when I emerge on top the Cornucopia she's waiting for me, ready to kill me. No. Not yet she won't! I tackle Peeta and hold him.

"DO IT! Kill me. You'll kill him too…" a soft smile cracks my face in two. Blood still drips out of my mouth. There's a moment of stillness. Only the mutts make a sound. I look down and see her. Her eyes painted on the face of the mutt. Deep brown, seeping into my soul. Glimmer's there too, with her piercing eyes staring me down. Daring me to jump. The next thing I know an arrow penetrates my hand. I scream as Peeta tackles me, shoving me off of safety and off to join them. I still see her ghost.


Compulsion has stained me, I'm nervously cradling our young love; Without known limits love like a butterfly cupped in my hands, I peek in to see beauty trapped. Confined it flutters, then it leaves behind colorful dust to remind me of the special times we've spent. But of course it has to leave my clutch. But enough's never enough to make a dent. It's too late now. I don't think it can fade. It's too real now. Fulfillment just adds fuel to the blaze. It's too late.

/AN:/ I don't own those lyrics, this character, or the Hunger Games.\:end\

Her eyes are shut, her hands hugging Cato's arm, the only thing warm enough in the icy night. The bright fire that was once glowing in the night is now ash. Thick smoke still curls around her pale nose. It twitches and the girl from One is awake. She spends minutes glancing around the campsite.

Glimmer's crystal blue eyes widen when she realizes she was supposed to guard the others from the girl in the tree. She pokes her head up from the pile of her sleeping allies and notices that it is still dark, the arena only lit by speckled stars in the night sky. The pale moon casts ominous shadows through the dense forest. Glimmer hears a sound, faint and hollow from above. Her frigid eyes drift upwards to the tree Katniss had scaled the night before. Glimmer's veins go cold. The girl stands on a fragile branch, barely balancing at the same time her hands work, carving into the stubborn limbs. Dangling below the branch, a deadly hive awaits its plummet. Glimmer sees Katniss look down again, and Glimmer eyes her desperately. She isn't quick enough to run, scream, or wake anyone else up, instead she remains frozen with fear.

CRACK! The large nest snaps off the branch and drops like a stone to the earth with a thud and splits in two. Glimmer saw it coming, but she is the least prepared to run. Now everyone is awake and chaos sinks in, controlling her rabid screams and cries for help. The girl with the knives cries too, but a hand picks her up into his arms and carries her away from the danger. Someone she thought loved her. She must have been wrong, she thinks, as the silhouettes fade into the horizon. Glimmers fragile voice calls out to Cato, as he leaves her there to perish.

Glimmer hardly noticed the dull pain coming from the swarm of mutations. She realizes now that she's hopeless, dying at the hands of the girl on fire. Her eyes find a point and stare as her lifeless body clings to just the silver bow and arrows, that Glimmer never got to use. A faint smile appears before she drifts off when she sees Cato returning, calling her name. Too bad he'll be too late.

SO YEAH, I HATE MARVEL so he wasn't included. After all, how could RUEtheday like Marvel:P

Which tributes should I do next? Rue and Thresh? Or should I do people who aren't tributes like Cinna and Snow? Madge and Prim? Mr. Everdeen and Coin? Or old tributes? Finnnick and Mags? Any combo will work, tell me your ideas!:D

SPECIAL THANKS TO iridescent bookworm! Go check her stuff out!:)

This is also for a contest for Jo, Middy and Nona!:D