The Hunter Gets Captured by the Game

Performed by: Massive Attack
Sung by: Tracy Thorn

The past year has been absolutely wonderful. From day to day, it seemed like everything changed. Change is good. No matter how bad the results of the change are, the change itself is always good, always necessary. It, like war, keeps the masses from becoming complacent. Unfortunately, after the war, there are now a few individuals in the masses who are becoming complacent. Even more unfortunate is the fact that I am one of them. The other is him- Quatre Raberba Winner.

He has settled far too comfortably into the seat of management, and there are absolutely no crises for him to solve anymore, no reasons for him to keep his edge. I'm going to change all that. There he is like he always is at ten o'clock, walking down to the cafe on the corner. I can almost set my watch by him. Before he goes in though, he's going to stop at the newsstand next door. Hmmm, let's see, he'll come out with the Daily Tribune.... Heh, I was right. Quatre, you're too predictable. It's amazing what I can find out about you after watching you for only a couple of weeks. It's time for the huntress to move in for the kill.

"Quatre!" He turns around- predictable fool.

"Miss Dorothy, this is a surprise."

"Oh, is i- ooof!" Oh no, I just had to trip, didn't I? Graceful, Catalonia, real graceful. His hands are on my shoulders, pulling me up. Hmmm, this could work to my advantage after all.

"Dorothy, are you all right?"

I raise my head, a sharp retort on my tongue. My gaze locks with his, and.... I suddenly forget what I was going to say.

"Dorothy, here, let me buy you some coffee."

I nod mutely, and he helps me into the cafe. Over a steaming cup, he asks, "Why have you been following me?"

I cover my surprise quickly and smile innocently. "Whatever do you mean, Quatre?"

"Over the past several weeks, I've had a little shadow."

I arch an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Who?"

"Dorothy, I'm not that stupid."

My mouth drops open slightly. How did he-? Is that a smirk delectable, little Quatre is wearing? Hmmm, it seems I have overestimated his complacency.

Well, my plans have been shot to hell. Not only is he not surprised that I've been trailing him everywhere he goes, he has the audacity to ask me out to dinner. I guess I was planning him to ask me out at some point; it just happened a bit sooner than expected. Ah, well, can't change that, and the result is the same. I just hate it when I get snared in my own traps.