A/N: So, I wrote a oneshot yesterday for Clove's death and I thought - I know! Let's do it for other characters too! So, here is Cato.
I watched as the huge dogs went about my death.
There was nobody there to save me.
I couldn't be rescued.
They pulled me to pieces with their jaws.
And gripped my arms to the floor with their claws.
Or so they tried.
My armour stopped my limbs from detatching but it added to the pain I endured.
Yesterday evening I thought that my life was over too soon.
I was only sixteen and I was facing my death.
This morning I realised that I had lived for too long.
Life isn't worth living in permanant pain.
In the dread, never knowing what will happen to you next.
I didn't know if each moment was to be my last.
But I could hazard a pretty good guess that it wasn't.
My defence against Clove's killer in our final battle - what seemed ages before today - was now my enemy.
My personal torture.
Like a too harsh punishment for killing my victims.
For killing children.
I, like Clove, was only a child myself though.
And a desparate one at that.
Clove.
She didn't deserve to die as she did.
Just like I didn't deserve my own fate.
She was fifteen, and she couldn't be saved.
Just like I was one year older, and I couldn't be saved either.
Hours of endless pain nearly drove me to insanity.
I tried to scream but I couldn't.
I wondered if that was how every dying person felt.
In agony.
But it wouldn't be agony for most.
Just us who were in the Hunger Games.
Just us who were children.
I couldn't make a sound but I could move my mouth.
When it all got too much to bear any longer I broke my promise.
The promise I made to her.
I told her if she died then I would win.
We had vowed to give two a victor.
But I could no longer keep that promise.
It hurt too much.
Way too much.
So I mouthed one little word to the girl on fire.
The girl who brought about most of the suffering I faced.
And she took an arrow from her quiver.
Like I had drawn my sword from its sheath so many times before.
Enough was enough.
And now she points her arrow at me.
She is aiming it at my face and she's releasing the string.
Sending the arrow flying towards me.
This is my destiny.
I close my eyes and prepare for a final moment of pain.
It seems like forever and I think she has missed maybe.
But then I feel it in my forehead and I start to drift away.
I'm coming to join you, Clove.