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Glimmer's Death

      The Careers have woken to a full-scale tracker jacker attack.  Peeta and a few others have the sense to drop everything and bolt.  I can hear cries of "To the lake!  To the lake!" and know they hope to evade the wasps by taking to the water.  It must be close if they think they can outdistance to furious insects.  Glimmer and another girl, the one from District 4, are not so lucky.  They receive multiple stings before they're even out of my view.  Glimmer appears to go completely mad, shrieking and trying to bat the wasps off with her bow, which is pointless.  She calls to the others for help but, of course, no one returns.  The girl from District 4 staggers out of sight, although I wouldn't bet on her making it to the lake.  I watch Glimmer fall, twitch hysterically around on the ground for a few minutes, and then go still.

In memory of Glimmer, female tribute of District One

Clove's Death Part 2

        "Yes, I don't think you'll have much use for your lips anymore.  Want to blow Lover Boy one last kiss?" she asks.  I work up a mouthful of blood and saliva and spit in her face.  She flushes with rage.  "All right, then.  Let's get started."
       I brace myself for the agony that's sure to follow.  But as I feel the tip open the first cut at my lip, some great force yanks Clove from my body and then she's screaming.  I'm too stunned at first, too unable to process what has happened.  Has Peeta somehow come to my rescue?  Have the Gamemakers sent in some wild animal to add to the fun?  has a hovercraft inexplicably plucked her into the air?
        But when I push myself up on my numb arms, I see it's none of the above.  Clove is dangling a foot off the ground, imprisoned in Thresh's arms.  I let out a gasp, seeing him like that, towering over me, holding Clove like a rag doll.  I remember him as big, but he seems more massive more powerful than I ever recall.  If anything, he seems to have gained weight in the arena.  He flips Clove around and flings her onto the ground.
       When he shouts, I jump, never having heard him speak above a mutter.  "What'd you do to that little girl?  You kill her?"
       Clove is scrambling backward on all fours, like a frantic insect, too shocked to even call for Cato.  "No!  No, it wasn't me!"
       "You said her name.  I heard you.  You kill her?"  another thought brings a fresh wave of rage to his features.  "You cut her up like you were going to cut up this girl here?"
       "No!  No, I -"  Clove sees the stone, about the size of a small loaf of bread in Thresh's hand and loses it.  "Cato!" she screeches.  "Cato!"
       "Clove!" I hear Cato's answer, but he's too far away, I can tell that much, to do her any good.  What was he doing?  Trying to get Foxface or Peeta?  Or had he been lying in wait for Thresh and just badly misjudged his location?
       Thresh brings the rock down hard against Clove's temple.  It's not bleeding, but I can see the dent in her skull and I know that she's a goner.  There's still life in her now though, in the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the low moan escaping her lips.

In memory of Clove, female tribute of District Two

Clove's Death Part 1

       And then Clove slams into me, knocking me flat on my back, pinning my shoulders to the ground with her knees.  This is it, I think and I hope for Prim's sake it will be fast.  But Clove means to savor the moment.  Even feels she has time.  No doubt Cato is nearby, guarding her, waiting for Thresh and possibly Peeta.
      "Where's your boyfriend, District Twelve?  Still hanging on?" she asks.
      Well, as long as we're talking I'm alive.  "He's out there now.  Hunting Cato,"  I snarl at her.  Then I scream at the top of my lungs.  "Peeta!"
      Clove jams her fist into my windpipe, very effectively cutting off my voice.  But her head's whipping from side to side, and I know for a moment that she's at least considering I'm telling the truth.  since no Peeta appears to save me, she turns back to me.
      "Liar," she says with a grin.  "He's nearly dead.  Cato knows where he cut him.  You've probably got him strapped up in some tree while you try to keep his heart going.  What's in the pretty little backpack?  That medicine for Lover Boy?  Too bad he'll never get it."
      Clove opens her jacket.  It's lined with an impressive array of knives.  she carefully selects an almost dainty-looking number with a cruel, curved blade.  "I promised Cato if he let me have you, I'd give the audience a good show." 
       I'm struggling now in an effort to unseat her, but it's no use.  She's too heavy and her lock on me too tight. 
       "Forget it, District Twelve.  We're going to kill you.  Just like we did your pathetic little ally...what was her name?  The one who hopped around in the trees?  Rue?  Well, first Rue, then you, and I think we'll just let nature take care of lover boy.  How does that sound?" Clove asks.  Now, where to start?"
        She carelessly wipes away the blood from my wound with her jacket sleeve.  For a moment, she surveys my face, tilting it from side to side as if it's a block of wood and she's deciding exactly what pattern to carve on it.  I attempt to bite her hand, but she grabs the hair on the top of my head, forcing me back to the ground.  "I think..." she almost purrs.  "I think we'll start with your mouth."  I clamp my teeth together as she teasingly traces the outline of my lips with the tip of the blade.
         I won't close my eyes.  The comment about Rue has filled me with fury, enough fury I think to die with some dignity.  As my last act of defiance, I will stare her down for as long as I can see, which will probably not be an extended period of time, but I will stare her down,  I will not cry out, I will die, in my own small way, undefeated.  Look for part 2 soon!