We Want War

In Need of Rescue

Cato POV

After Glimmer told me about the pill, I never let her out of my sight. We danced constantly to the Capitols weird music, even the slow ones. A camera swept the dance floor and captured Glimmer and I swaying in each other’s arms during a particularly slow song.

Glimmer and I were just leaning against a wall, sipping drinks, when Elenna approached Glimmer and tapped her on the shoulder. Brutus had introduced me to her.

“The two hours are up,” Elenna said, standing nervously in front of us.

Glimmer swallowed hard and pushed away from the wall. “Cato, I’m going to go to the bathroom. I don’t know what this will make me do.”

I nodded and Glimmer made her way to the bathroom with Elenna. I weaved to go stand with Brutus and a tall woman with dark, spiky hair.

“Ah Cato, this is Johanna Mason,” said Brutus.

Johanna and I shook hands pleasantly.

“Where’s Glimmer,” asked Brutus.

I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to tell Brutus what was going on but I figured that the majority of Victors already knew about what was going to happen to Snow’s prostitute Victors. “She was forced to take this pill so she’s hiding out in the bathroom because she doesn’t know what it’s going to make her do.”

Johanna nodded. “I heard his whores all had to take one.”

“That explains what Cashmere is doing,” said Brutus, dumbstruck. He pointed into the crowd and I gasped.

Cashmere was a confident woman but she never liked to draw attention to herself often. But now, she was in the middle of the dance floor facing a group of Capitol men, dancing provocatively to the thumping music.

“That’s what the pill does,” growled Brutus. “It makes their inhibitions disappear so they can sell themselves.”

“Oh god, Glimmer,” I moaned, searching through the crowd. I saw Finnick leave Annie’s side and start dirty dancing with a Capitol woman with bright pink hair. Gloss was laughing uproariously with a group of woman and Blight was spinning a lady with whiskers painted on her face around the dance floor.

“I don’t see Glimmer or Elenna,” I said.”

“If you’re looking for Elenna,” said Johanna. “She’s right there.”

Elenna wasn’t the shy girl from District 12 anymore. She was on the dance floor, rubbing herself up against an older looking man with gold painted eyes.

“Glimmer,” I moaned. “Where is she?”

“Right there,” said a voice to my left. A guy with black curly hair was standing beside me, gesturing with his chin to the crowd.

Glimmer was writhing around on the dance floor with a young guy with painted purple lips. His hands were clutching her hips and she was pressing their bodies tight against each other.

“I know she’s your girl,” said the guy. “Sorry about what’s happening to her.”

“And you are?” I asked, rounding on the guy. My blood was pounding in my ears and I was begging to punch someone.

“Names Flux. I’m from District 5.”

“Look at that,” murmured Johanna from beside me, diverting my attention from Flux. “It’s disgusting.”