GLIMMER POV
The plan was to put the poison in their water. However, it was getting me nervous as the sun was up and shedding light over our betrayal. I was worried that one of them would inevitably take a sip before the other, and then we'd have to fight.
But then Clove woke up. A huge wave of relief flushed over me as I watched her eyes open. I never wanted her to die, and at least now, we can tell Gloss that we tried.
Marvel stashes the bottle back in his bag as soon as she stirs. "Morning," he says casually.
Clove nods at us in reply, and groggily blinks up at the sun. It's bright today, the chill of the previous night being banished in its glare.
"I wonder if it's the real sun?" I whisper.
"Probably not," Clove barks. "Can we eat something? I'm starving."
We wake up Cato and look for whatever food is left. Whilst it is true that we have some supplies left over, mostly consisting of what we had in the backpacks that we took with us when we left the District Three boy with the rest of it. But most of it is gone, and the amount of food which goes around the four of us is getting startling. We are using it all up, and I'm conscious of my complete inability to know how to survive without Capitol gifts.
After I eat the measly portion of nuts and dried fruit, I sit back and let the sun wash over my face. Despite how dirty, sweaty and grotty I feel having been here for days on end, the warmth brings a cleanliness that I've missed. I think about my morning routine in District One, waking up to wash, brushing my hair, putting on makeup and starting the day feeling on top of the world.
I notice the physical distance between Cato and Clove, and wonder what's going to happen with them after Marvel and I leave the alliance. They're sitting metres apart and haven't exchanged a single look between them, not once.
"What's the plan today?" Clove asks, breaking the comfortable silence. I know someone will inevitably suggest hunting for tributes, and I grimace at the thought of prowling through the woods for yet another long day.
"We should look for more supplies," Marvel says quickly. "There might be something in the Cornucopia?"
Clove shakes her head. "There's no way there's any of that left. If we didn't take it all, someone else has."
"I say we hunt. Once we kill someone, we can take their supplies," Cato grumbles.
"Or we could hunt animals, and get food that way?" I suggest. The three of them glance indirectly at me, my words falling flat in their discussion.
"Let's just get to the woods," Cato says. "We're wasting time discussing it."
Completely in the knowledge that whatever I say will be dismissed, I leave the discussion and go and sit down by the side of the lake. I rinse my hands in the cold water, flicking it over my skin and rubbing away a day's worth of dirt. God, I miss the Capitol showers. It was so cruel of them to let us have a taste of those just before plunging us into the wild. Trying to remember a time when I smelt of roses and had famous stylists doing my hair and makeup, when I was putting on carefully handmade dresses is hard. It's a past life, something I'll never get back.
My days are numbered. I know that for a fact: Marvel will protect me, but either something will happen to him and my odds will plummet, or we'll be left as the final two and I won't let him die for me. I could never live with myself. Part of me wants to leave him, walk off alone into the dark and allow anything to happen to me, so that he can have his Games just how he wanted.
I splash the water on my face, wincing at the cold, but embracing it. The voices behind me are getting louder, and I recognise the heightened tension between Cato and Clove beginning to reach boiling point.
Marvel and I have to leave. Today.
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Careers Have Feelings Too | CLATO | GLARVEL |
Fanfiction"The thing is, I didn't expect to be like this," he says. The sunlight bounces off his golden hair, and it seems as if it's glowing. "Didn't expect what?" He smiles coyly, and all at once he seems more sure of himself than ever before. "I went wro...
