"You get Fire Girl. I'll chase after 5." I whisper to Clove as the girl from 5 runs into the forest after collecting her backpack. Clove nods in response and I sprint into the forest in pursuit of the fox faced tribute, unsheathing my sword as I run. I survey the forest when I enter. There is no sign of her. First I jog left and have a look around. There is no sign of her. When begin to head right, something stops me.
"CATO!" It's Clove. For once, there is fear in her voice. This must be bad.
"CLOVE!" I yell back. I begin to run as fast as I can back towards the Cornucopia. When I get there, I see Katniss on the ground with a horrified expression on her face, Clove cowering down in front of Thresh and Thresh looming over Clove with a face that looks like it's been doused in rage. Thresh grips a rock in his humungous hand and brings it down onto Clove. She cries out in pain and I begin to run toward them again. I vaguely register Thresh tell Katniss to go, but all I can think about is the girl slowly bleeding to death on the ground. By the time I fall onto my knees beside her, the two other tributes are gone.
"Clove!" I gasp. A smile flickers onto her face.
"It looks like there'll be only one victor of the games this year, huh?" she says in barley a whisper.
"No! Don't talk like that! We're both going home! You're not dying on me!" I say franticly.
She says nothing, but she lifts up her hand and touches my cheek.
"Clove! Stay with me! Don't go!" I plead. "I love you." My last sentence comes out in a whimper.
"Win for me, Cato. Win for me…" She stops breathing.
"NO!" I roar. I shake her body, but she remains motionless. I let out a stream of swear words and curses. That's it. I know what I have to do now.
I have to win. For her.
Hey guys! I found this sad to write, because I always found Clove's death one of the saddest in the book. But this will have more chapters. Basically it's a fic about Cato's last days in the arena. So, until next time, farewell. And may the odds be ever in your favor!