Claudius Templesmith just announced that the feast at the cornucopia
would be held the next day. And there are only six remaining tributes
in the game.
The "star-crossed lovers" from Twelve, Katniss and Lover Boy. Tresh
from Eleven. The girl from Five. And Cato and I from District Two.
While Cato was out hunting for game, I went out to gather firewoods.
Unlike any other nights in the arena, we knew that making a fire at
this time of the game wouldn't do any harm to us. We knew that
everyone would be preparing for the bloodbath the next day.
After we ate the rabbit he caught, Cato accepted my offer that I
should make the first watch. He hasn't slept for two nights already
and we don't want him to be in bad shape tomorrow, and being restless
wouldn't do any good.
Cato was laying across me, the fire divides us and the only thing I
could hear was the rustling of the fire and the chirping birds on the
trees.
Sharpening my knives were the only thing that kept me sane.
Other than that, I couldn't help myself from staring at him.
His unwashed blonde hair. His crooked nose, his tired eyes. Thin lips
and jaws. No matter how dirty he was, it couldn't hide the fact that
he was such a looker.
From the very first day I met him, I already felt something mushy for
him. But I couldn't tell because I knew that he only think about the
trainings of being a career and winning the games. Be the Seventy
Fourth Hunger Games victor. And if the rules hadn't changed and it
comes down to the two of us, he wouldn't have any second thoughts
about taking me down.
But to me, I couldn't stand the idea of killing him. The only boy I ever liked.
I cared too much for Cato and the thought of standing in front of
Panem and accept all the glory of being a victor in his expense was
sickening.
"Cato," I muttered.
He didn't move a muscle but I could tell that he was awake because of
his uneven breathing.
"Do you think ... " I said as I started poking the fire with a stick.
"Do you think we have a chance of winning this thing?"
I might look so tough and brutal, and ruthless. And everyone sees me
as a heartless killer but at the end of the day, I'm still just a
girl.
"Of course," he suddenly answered as he open his eyes and look at the fire.
My lips twitched into a small smile. "I thought you'd say that."
He pushed himself up and lean against a tree. "Why, are you scared?"
he asked with a smirk.
"Aren't you?" I shot back.
Well this was something new. We've never talked like this before.
Eversince the games started, all we talked about was how we would kill
Katniss Everdeen, "The Girl On Fire" from Twelve.
That girl. She blew up all our supplies.
"Clove," he said after a long moment of silence.
"Yeah?"
"If the rules hadn't changed, and it comes down to both of us," he
looked straight at me. "How will you kill me?" he asked.
I looked back at him.
How would I kill him?
Never.
I couldn't.
No.
I wouldn't.
"If ... If that happened ... " I sigh. "I wish one of up would die
tomorrow." I state.
Cato didn't take his eyes off of me. He just stared at me. I wonder
what he sees? Does he see me as a co-tribute? A co-career? A rival? Or
just a girl from his district who volunteered on the day of the
reaping?
I shrugged. "But the rules had changed." I said, breaking the ice.
"But what if one of us dies tomorrow?"
He just kept staring at me, then he said ...
"Then I guess only one should win this game."
a/n: I'm forever in love with Clato :3
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