AN: Please don't ask...

"OH GOSH, ARE YOU FREAKING SERIOUS!?" Cato screeched, storming through what remained of the Cornucopia's supplies, kicking at bits of rubble in anger, "GOD DAMMIT, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?"

Clove and Marvel were careful to stay at least ten metres away from him and were ready to bolt in case he tried to take his anger out on them.

"Cato doesn't look happy." Marvel murmured.

"Oh yeah, this happens quite a bit." Clove told him casually, "Trust me, I know more than I want to about that guy."

The boy from District Three suddenly realized he should get the hell off the scene before something really bad happened to him. He turned and was about to make a run for it when Cato grabbed him from behind. The poor little kid just had enough time to scream bloody murder before Cato snapped his neck and went back to angrily shouting and kicking things.

"So... How are we supposed to calm him down?" Marvel asked. He really didn't want a textbook psychopath as an ally and he didn't think Clove did, either.

Clove shrugged, "I dunno." she said, "I think he's just flown into one of his rages in which he kills everything that moves and he won't stop unless at least a week passes, he dies or he gets really, really weirded out."

"Really, really weirded out, hey?" Marvel asked, staring over at Cato, who was screaming his lungs out while bashing himself over the head with a frying pan, "I think I know just the thing to weird anyone out."

"That's good." said Clove approvingly, "The thing I like about the Arena is that you can just forget about your dignity and do whatever you want. The audience will forget about whatever you did after five seconds when they see another death."

"Yeah, well I'm really going to forget about my dignity right now." Marvel told her, walking right up to Cato. He yanked the frying pan out of Cato's hands, whacked him over the head with it, grabbed Cato by the collar and their lips met.

For a few seconds, Cato was too stunned to do anything. He just stood there, dumbfounded and stared into Marvel's eyes. When he managed to get back to his senses, he stumbled back and slapped Marvel across the face.

"YOU IDIOT, THAT WAS ALL TELEVISED!" Cato shouted furiously, his face burning red.

Clove shrugged, "At least you proved that Mato is cannon." she told them flatly.

The two boys stared at her, "What?" they asked in unison.

"Nothing." Clove said quickly, "I was just breaking the fourth wall a bit. At least Cato's sane again, now let's go kill other children."

It was well past sunset and Marvel still hadn't shown up yet. Cato and Clove had set up camp in a cave close to the Cornucopia's clearing. The two District 2 tributes were staring up at the sky, waiting for the dead tributes to be shown.

Cato glanced into the dark forest, "Where the heck is Marvel?" he muttered impatiently.

"There he is!" Clove exclaimed, pointing right up at the sky.

Cato looked up in disbelief to see Marvel's face. His image was quickly replaced by the boy from District 3 (who Cato really didn't care about). "WHAT?" Cato screamed furiously, jumping to his feet, "MARVEL'S DEAD? WHO DID IT? I'LL MURDER THEM!" that time, Clove didn't even bother to calm Cato down.

And that is why Cato intently wanted to kill Katniss.