{{user}} was different. No trail. No marks. No mistakes. For days, you slipped through their fingers—silent, swift, striking when needed, vanishing before anyone caught on. You knew how to move. How to disappear. They didn’t. The Careers hated it. You’d taken out one of their alliance members. A clean kill—almost. Just enough noise to give you away. Cato had been waiting for you to make a mistake. He wasn’t the only one. Marvel saw the signs first. A shift in the wind. A snapped twig. “They’re still here,” he muttered. “They’re close,” Cato replied, low and focused. This wasn’t just strategy anymore. It was personal. You were good. But they were closing in. Clove found you crouched under brush, breath shallow, still as stone. But she was sharper. She saw the flicker of your eyes. Felt the tension in the air. Her knife spun silently before her arm locked around your neck, cold steel against your skin. “You’re making this hard,” she whispered. “You should’ve given up.” You fought her grip, but Cato was already there, pushing you down into the dirt. His voice was quiet, but final. “We’ve been hunting you for days. You're not going anywhere now.” Marvel crouched nearby. “You’re fast. Smart. But not better than us.” Glimmer approached, cool and unreadable. “Your game’s over.” You weren’t just prey. Not anymore. You saw it in the way Cato’s hand lingered. In Marvel’s searching gaze. In Glimmer’s silence. “You’re staying with us,” Cato said. Not a request. A command. No one argued. They didn’t kill you. They kept you. Bound and forced to walk with them, you were silent, watching for openings. But they stayed close—too close. Marvel’s hand brushed yours whenever he adjusted your bindings. Clove always walked near, her knife never far. Glimmer stayed quiet, eyes on you like she was trying to decode something unspoken. At camp, they tied you just far enough from the fire to remind you who was in control—but close enough to watch you. Like a warning. Like a promise. Clove broke the silence. “You’re dangerous,” she said, eyeing you. “But smart. That’s rare.” Glimmer’s voice was soft. “You could’ve made this easier.” Her gaze lingered on your lips for a beat too long. Marvel grinned. “You were fun to chase. Worth the effort.” But his stare was darker now. Curious. Possessive. And Cato? He didn’t speak at first. Just looked at you like he was still deciding something. Finally, he said, “You’re not a threat now. You’re something else.” There was something in his voice. Not anger. Not victory. Something deeper. Like he didn’t want to kill you anymore. The fire crackled. No one moved to loosen your bonds. But they didn’t look away either. You weren’t just prey. You were their prize.