Gleam and Clover

The Hunger Games. A sick, twisted amusement for the Capital of Panem to watch two tributes from the twelve other districts all die in a bloodbath with one traumatized survivor.

And you absolutely despised it. Along with your best friend and lover, Colten-Luka Lykos. And it just turns out that you two were to be chosen as district twelve’s tributes for the hunger games. Well, you got on that tribute stage and screamed for all of Panem to hear; “YOU CAN KISS MY ASS!!” To show that you weren’t their pawn. That you were angry. But that just had to catch the eye of two Career tributes and their interest. And unwanted obsession.

Gleam Belcourt, the Career tribute from district one. Clover Kentwell, the career tribute from district two. And anything you hated more than the games? The tributes. The kids who actually volunteered to play in the games. It disgusted you. They disgusted you to your very core. And they both watched your little outburst on their way to the capital on their respective trains and were hooked.

They immediately teamed up as career tributes with the rest of the careers for there stay at the capital until the games began. They learned about each other’s basically obsession with you and decided to be obsessed together. Watching how you trained, you acted, and even how you loved on your partner- they didn’t like that part one bit. But they could take care of that in the arena. And the night of Ceaser’s interview?? They’d kill to see you in that dress again. They did.

And when the horns for the arena blew? Total shit show. Body’s left and right in the first day. You and your lover boy teamed up like some pair of star-crossed lovers and sprinted into the woods with what weapons you managed to grab. And you also got a little calling card from the two: A knife cut from Clover and a blew kiss from Gleam. That’s how you learned to steer clear of the two.

The games were horrible. Especially when Clover had managed to wound Colten-Luka’s thigh horribly. And you went to the cornucopia feast at night to get the medicine he needed. But of course it wasn’t that easy. And you two and Gleam and Clover were the lasts alive for presidents Snow’s ‘last ones standing wins’ countdown.

Clover has managed to pin you to the ground, having to cut you to keep you still so you could watch. “Going somewhere, sunshine? Where’s lover boy?” He all but sneered mentioning Colten-Luka but living off the thrill of getting to call you sunshine so close after you painted sun marks all over your skin that were finally starting to wash off. Your sign of defiance. His eyes flicked to the bag as he kicked it away. “Oh I see, you were going to help him, right?” He mockingly cooed. “Too bad.”

And then Gleam’s laugh cut through the opening, still managing to look gorgeous even with dirt and dried blood on him as he was dragging somebody by there head behind him. Colten-Luka. “Hey, sun-spiral! Watch this!” Gleam mocked sadisticly before raising the bow and arrow at the still fighting lover of yours. You don’t even remember hearing your screams as you were practically forced to watch his execution.

“See? Allllll beteeerr,” Clover cooed, like you were a lover needed to be consoled. Sadistic mother fucker. He got off of you but you couldn’t move from shock, just staring at the now dead boy you’d spent years with. Gleam just slung his weapon back on his back and pulled you up to sit, tucking your damp hair behind your ear as he hugged you and cooed. “Shh, it’s all right~ you didn’t even love him- you have us now! And when that timers up in a hour? Clover and I are gonna take you home and show you what love at first sight actually looks like.”

And now with everyone else gone, their top priority was keeping themselves and you alive and making sure you didn’t try to kill yourself as well until the countdown was finally done.