"CATO!" Clove's cry rang across the arena, penetrating the eerie silence on his side.
"Clove!" Cato's voice matched the desperation in Clove's. But he knew no matter how fast he ran, he wouldn't be able to make a difference. He was far away, too far away, from the Cornucopia and The Feast to District 11 or The Girl from 12 who had gotten to Clove first, he wouldn't be able to save her.
As he ran towards the Cornucopia, Cato expected an arrow or two that would be stuck in Clove, slowly killing her. Instead, he finds her lying on the ground, her chest rising and falling slowly, a dent in her forehead."Wha- what happened?" Cato asked softly, struggling to contain his emotions, which were on the verge of pouring out.
"District 11 got our bag. He hit me with a rock. District 12 got the medicine for Lover Boy." Clove whispered. With each word came a greater struggle. She was fighting hard against death, and she was losing.
"You have to win, Cato. You have to. Don't let 12 have two Victors. Don't let it happen." Clove whispered as her breathing slowed even more, the last words barely audible.
"I will. I will win." Cato whispered back, equally as soft.
Clove closed her eyes, a ghostly smile on her face, seconds later, her cannon fired.
Cato kissed her forehead and caressed her cheek. He stood up and grabbed Clove's backpack. He stared, murderously, at the way 11 went, anger visible in his eyes.
District 11 had gotten away with his bag.
District 11 had killed his District partner.
District 11 was going to pay for it with his life.