Hello, Lovelys! This is exactly what you think it is, a SEQUEL TO Clato: Twinkle Twinkle Little Bitches! I know, I know, I am so good at titles. I have been thinking about what I would do with the story… And now you have this. If you didn't read my story, said above, then go check it out. Enjoy!

Pain. So much pain. Burning. The smell of smoke. But, I must trek on. For all those in District 13. Those who are dead. My bones ache, my joints ready to give. but, some how I keep going. I must keep looking. Looking for….. "Cato."

My lip quivers at the very sound of his name, as I saw him be shot by Capital Officials. I ran off and hid, to horrified to even think. I waited until the earth quit shaking to come out. I have been climbing through the ruins for hours now. Not even a bird dares make a noise, in fear that the Capital might come back and finish killing everything in the area.

I step over a body, a girls body. I unintentionally look at her charred face, recognizing her. Glimmer Chassey. Marvel Chassey's sister. I jerk myself forward, sick with despair. I didn't really know her, and she was a bitch. But.. seeing her, anyone, like this is… sickening. Depressing.

She's obviously dead, so I can't help her. She has several bullet holes in her chest, and her body is charred almost completely black. I keep moving. There are small bodies scattering the different levels, children. Children don't deserve this. No one does. This complete silence rings in my head, echoing the sound of my own thoughts.

The smell of burnt flesh poisons my senses, making me gag every time the smell gets stronger. I feel as if I might faint. The trees above seemingly miles away, swirling into an abyss of dark smoke covering the sky. Am only I left? Am I to go on alone? Or am I not even supposed to be alive? So many thoughts. Too many for me to handle.

As I stand on the ruins of a desk, reaching for the next level, something snaps and I am lunged back down. Falling forever it seems. Especially when now only air passing my ears can be heard. My mouth is opened and I am screaming, but no noise is coming out. The last thing I feel is the heated ground hitting my back. Hard.

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Soft fingers gently caress my face. This gesture is soothing, welcoming. I smile. I don't know who these fingers belong to but I don't want them to go away. I want them here with me in this eternal darkness, forever soothing me with their gentle touch. Forever assuring me that I am not alone. That there is someone who cares, but I just don't know who. I don't care, though. Just what they are doing. I have never had anyone touch me this way. This intimately. I like it. The fingers outline my lips, as a voice calls. A soft voice, in the distance. A male voice.

"Clove, wake up." It says, deep and alluring. I didn't know I was asleep.

"Cato." The name rolls off my tongue, so comfortably.

But when I open my eyes, my heart aches. I am looking at a black sky, miles above, glowing red pavement, and smoke. I am not in Cato's room, not in any part of District 2. I am in the ruins of the rebuilt District 13. Alone.

Reality sinks in, making an ugly curdling home inside my stomach. I take in a deep breath, trying to keep from shaking. Cato is dead. Just like the rest of my friends. Just before the bombs hit…. Cato announced our engagement.

I sit up, shaking as tear stream down my face. "They can't be dead." I say. "He can't be dead!" My voice echos, sending crows flying. "NO!" I sob. I stand up, punching and kicking whatever I can. I ignore the pain, my knuckles bleeding slightly. I push through my throbbing back. I scream as loudly as I can, hoping that god; or whoever is in control can here me and see me. "This is your fault!" I scream. I sink to the ground, covering my eyes from the sight. "You've left me alone. You took them. It's your fault…" I sob so hard, it is almost unintelligible. My very soul quakes, my stomach churns so painfully that I feel as if I might vomit. The enormous lump in my throat throbs. I go on my knees, vomit making it's way, some how, past the lump and out of me, splattering the ground. Great…

I crawl away, no more energy left in me. I crawl to the very center of the light through the massive hole from the bombs, in the faintest hint of moon light. I curl up into the fetal position, rocking myself against the warm ground. As I lie on my side, I think to myself how truly alone I am.