I'm not supposed to do this... I'm supposed to finish my last story first because I never but I'm itching to write this! And this idea has been stuck in my head for who knows how long.
I decided to write Cato and Clove's last conversation. This chap is based on Clove's chapter in my other story. Told in Cato's POV.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
"CATO! CATO!" I heard. Oh no...
"CLOVE!" I scream back. I start to run towards the Cornucopia. "CLOVE!" I arrive just in time to see Thresh run away with his pack...and ours. Bah! Who cares? I drop to my knees beside Clove.
"Oh my God! Clove! What the hell happened?! Open your eyes! Open them! Goddammit, Clove! Open Them! Stay with me please! Stay with me!" I shout frantically.
"Shhh. People can hear you," she says.
"What the hell happened?" I ask again.
"Thresh banged a rock on my head. I don't think I'll be living long," she answers.
"You have to! You have to hang on! I promised mom to bring you back alive no matter what! You can't just leave me like this!"
"Do you think I can hang on with a cracked skull? It's my time Cato. I deserve to die," she says. I start to get teary and I don't care who sees me.
"Don't cry. They'll see you."
"I don't care who sees me! Do you really think I can keep my cool while the only person I love is dying?!" I ask.
"Yes. You're the almighty Cato. No fears remember?" she answers. "Just do one last thing for me."
"Anything."
"Kill Thresh."
"You know I will. And you know that I'll join you after that."
"No! You have siblings Cato! They really want you to come back home!"
I scoff. "Yeah. For the pride. They never cared about anything than that."
"They do care. I swear."
"Okay. I believe you." I say.
"Win for me."
I melt. "I will. I love you."
"Love you too cuz."
Those were the last words she told me before her cannon boomed. I bury my face in my hands and cry my heart out. After a while, I coax myself out of my depression, wiped my tear tracks, and set out to kill the killer of my cousin. The only person in the world who really loved me. The only person in the world I'm certain I love.
She's dead. Or so he thought... If you don't know what I'm talking about, check out my other story.
I planned to put this in there. But it was off subject so I didn't. I'm sorry if you're ultra sensitive and started crying your eyes out after reading this and wet your keyboard. I know I did. Yes. It's weird that I cried over something that I wrote but I can't help it. I am one big softie.
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