For Her
Back-story: This story came to me as I was reading Clove's death in 'the Hunger Games'. I felt an unstoppable urge to write this and so I did.
Summary: This is an one-shot about a couple I truly believe could have happened had they both not been killed: Cato and Clove. What was running through his mind when he heard Clove screaming his name? How did he feel when he saw her on the grass dying? Read and finds out!
AN: Criticize this all you want, but please don't be too harsh. I think it's pretty good. I intended to make it romantic and sad and it was so sad I was almost crying writing it.
For Her
I was hunting for Peeta, Katniss and Thresh; spear in hand, when I heard Clove scream, "Cato! Cato!" and froze, my eyes wide. She sounded positively petrified.
"Clove!" I cried out in answer, turning and running back in the direction of her voice as fast as my legs would go. I heard a hard whack and kept running. I desperately hoped it was Clove who had whacked someone and not the other way around. A sickening feeling bubbled up in the pit of my stomach and a frightening thought crossed my mind: What if it WAS her who had gotten whacked? "Clove!" I screamed, unable to keep the desperation out of my voice as I waited hopefully for an answer but I heard nothing in reply. I was almost there...Just a little further! I broke out from the grove of trees and before I could stop myself, a cry of anguish escaped my lips, "Clove!" I saw Katniss and Thresh running off in different directions. I ran forward and knelt down beside her, spear still in hand. I saw the large dent on her temple and the small-loaf-of-bred sized stone and began to sob, "Clove! Stay with me! Please stay with me!" I looked up and, through my tears, saw Katniss looking at me for a fraction of a second before running off. I took Clove into my arms and found, to my relief that she was breathing ever so slightly. I sobbed, "Clove! Hang on! Please, you've got to hold on! Don't leave me in this alone! I love you! I always have! Please!" I hugged her tightly to me one last time as she stopped breathing altogether. As her cannon fired, I began to sob harder and stroked my angel's blond hair. I placed her down on the grassy ground and put my spear down before I crossed her arms over her chest in an X-fashion. I bent down and placed a kiss on her forehead, before moving to her frozen lips and kissing them then, after I had broken off, I gently closed her eyes with my thumb and forefinger. Then I picked up my spear again and stood up, a rage filling me. "Don't worry Clove, my sweet." I said in a very dangerously low tone of voice and as I looked over at her fallen form, the rage intensified. "Your death will not be unavenged." I then looked in the direction of Thresh. Since he had murdered her, he would die first and then I would kill Katniss' lover boy in front of her eyes and make her watch and then lastly I would kill her slowly an painfully. I would kill them and be the victor. For her.