Okay, so this is not my best work. And I am incredibly sorry for that. I really had no idea how to continue this fanfic, so yeah.

Disclaimer: Honestly?

Clove woke up to Glimmer's startled scream.

She sat up, rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and saw her. Fuck, tracker jackers.

No, wait! Fuck! Glimmer was my kill! Fucking shit! I wanted to make her die a slow horrible painful oh-so-painful death. Fuck you, tracker jackers! Glimmer was mine to fucking kill.

She had been cursing at the tracker jackers too much and her mind was too filled with hate to notice that after they're finished with Glimmer, she was the next target.

Cato had run away in a panic. So had Marvel and the District 12 boy. She looked up to see the District 11 and 12 girls with victorious smiles on their face. So they'd been the ones, huh?

The buzz of the tracker jackers dragged her back to reality. They were done with Glimmer. They were coming for her. She wanted to run, but she couldn't. Clove felt like she was stuck to the forest floor. Her mind was telling her to fucking get out of there, but her body was not responding. At all.

So this is how I die, huh? Pity that it's the same cause as Glimmer's death. She had decided on not to scream when the tracker jackers came for her, unlike Glimmer's panicked shrieks. This would be her last show of defiance, her last stand. She would not scream.

Cato interrupted Clove's planning of her death as he screamed her name. "Clove!"

Not a second later, she was pulled upright by a strong and calloused hand. It was the same hand that gripped her small one and led her away from the deadly poison of the tracker jacker. They ran and ran and ran. Neither ever looked back.

It was only when they collapsed in a heap on the forest ground from the exhaustion that Clove noticed she was clutching another jacket. District 2, it read.

Okay, okay, I get it. It sucks. I am very sorry to disappoint. Again.

Gah. Creative criticism is very much welcome!