well I'm back with another Hunger Games fanfic...yes...another one with Cato and with the same character as my one shot, Winnow. This is just the prologue to the story, and I'll get the first chappie out soon, promise! Or I'll try to at least... :) Enjoy! PLease review!

Prologue

I don't wanna die, I don't know why,
This kind of fate was meant for me,
You gotta stay strong, gotta move on
It's not how it's supposed to be
What do I say?
Wasn't supposed to end up this way
What do I have to do,
Was supposed to grow old with you.

74th Hunger Games;

I grab Peeta in a headlock, stepping back towards the edge of the Cornucopia, where the beasts impatiently jumped up the side, wanting to tear us apart. Katniss glares at me with cold eyes, her bow is strung tightly and the arrow is aimed at my face. I smile sadistically at her. Blood pours from my mouth and my head. Some drips into my eyes, but I don't blink it away.

"No. Shoot me and he goes down, too." I hiss at her.

I see her hand shaking, confusion tears in her eyes. She doesn't know what to do. So, she does really love him. She doesn't want to kill him, that I'm sure of. She's thinking of a way to kill me without killing him. She loves him. Unconsciously, her face appears in my head. Her smiling, beautiful face. She's sitting under the sun, by the river. Her hands playing with a piece of grass, her feet buried in the water. She's smiling up at someone. She's smiling up at me. I reach out to grab her, in my mind, but my hand slips past her.

I shake my head to try and clear the thought of her.

The bow in Katniss' hand is shaking, quivering. And as it finally hits me, unwanted tears start to fall from my eyes, though you cannot see them. There is too much blood on my face.

"One more kill? I can do that, can't I?" I choke out just as Peeta draws an x on the back of my hand. As soon as he's done it, I know what is going to happen. So why do I let it happen?

Katniss lets her arrow fly, and it strikes me in the back of my hand. I howl in pain and my hold on Peeta loosens. He pulls away from me and pushes me off the Cornucopia. I fall. Down. Down. Down. Into the waiting beasts. They snarl with joy as soon as I hit the ground. Their teeth snap at me, their claws dig into my skin. The armor I have on helps fight them off when by own natural body can't. But eventually, they bite and claw their way through. That is when the pain really starts. Their teeth and claws burry deep into my flesh and I scream. Over and over and over.

Her face comes to my mind once again and everything is gone, except her face. She is running, her favorite white dress blowing in the wind as she runs through the grassy, green field that lies by the river. She is laughing, her head turned around, looking behind her. I am chasing her. I am dressed in beige pants and a white button-down shirt. It looks like what I wore at the Reaping. We are both barefooted. I chase after her under the hot beams of the sun. I reach out to her, in my mind and in real life. But in real life, something tears it off. But this time, I do not scream.

I can hear her laugh. High and beautiful. Her brown hair which is usually pulled back into braid flows freely down her shoulders. Her green eyes are shining brightly. I catch her and pull her to me and kiss her smiling lips. She kisses me back for only a moment before she runs off again. I chase her, yet again.

More teeth, more pain, more claws. Why can't they just kill me? Just get it over with? Someone….just kill me!

She is there again. She is carrying something in her arms. A bundle. Of blankets? I walk towards her slowly, cautiously. She turns and smiles sadly at me, tears running down her face. I stroke her cheek but look down at the bundle of blankets slowly. I reel back when I see what it is. A baby. A baby boy. With my hair. But her eyes. He is mine, I know, I can tell.

My son.

My son.

My son.

Something hisses through the air. And I know that she has done this out of pity, not revenge. She can't stand to hear my cries either. I would have done the same thing, if I was in her place. But I'm not. I open my eyes and see an arrow sailing towards me. My head.

Then there is blackness.

She is gone.

My son is gone.

I am dead.

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