Unexpected Happenings
Her eyes flicked open to the sound of nothing. Sitting up quickly, she realized that it was much too quiet out. The Gamemakers hadn't stirred up any trouble for days... which made her worry. She checked to see if someone had uncovered the cameras around her hideout; (a small cave hidden by trees and boulders) they hadn't. Slowly removing the coverage of warmth which was her sleeping bag, Christine got up and tip toed over to the entrance of the cave, while grabbing a butcher knife. She peered outside of the cave around at her leafy green surroundings and from the corner of her eye she spotted a white something dart behind a rock. She turned and ran, as quietly as possible, over to her emergency escape door. It wasn't really a door at all, just a large scrap of an Oak tree propped up against an opening in the very back of the cave. Moving swiftly, and without a sound, she darted out of the entrance, grabbed a rock, and made her way up a tree - whose view was perfectly angled toward the front of the cave. Therefore, she could see, yet remain unseen. She sat, waiting to jump down on whoever had been spying on her. After what seemed like hours, a very tall, handsome, figure stepped out from behind the tree left to where Christine was perched. Cato moved with quick, silent steps. He was so vast in muscle, that it surprised her how quiet he was. Looking around over his shoulder, Cato unveiled the large, silver, sword that he had grabbed from the Cornucopia. He took two steps to his right and she seized her chance, raised the rock above Cato's head, and let it drop. Cato's body fell limp to the ground. She usually shouted out in victory when she killed a fellow tribute...but for some reason she didn't this time. She knew why. She knew that the reason that there was a sinking feeling in her heart was because she had prayed that she would not be the one to kill Cato. For however cruel and beastly he was, Christine had found herself drawn to him. Shaking her head to rid the naked fantasy of the boy laying below her, she leaped down from her perch. Landing next to Cato's body, which was still as night, she sighed, grabbed Cato's sword, frisked his body for any other valuables, and was making her way back around to her emergency exit, when she heard a groan behind her. Christine froze. Turning slowly, she looked over at what she thought was the dead body of Cato.
"What-the...fuck-was...that?" Christine heard Cato mumble.
"My gosh!" Christine thought to herself. "I knew that he was thick headed but this is getting ridiculous!"
"Mother...rock...bitch..." Cato's words were slurred and his sentences were only half finished. Christine didn't know what to do. She just stood there while Cato struggled to get to his feet. All the while, blood dripped from down his face into his eyes and mouth. He looked up at Christine's shocked face.
"You-did-this!" He said, teeth grinding. Christine actually found herself shaking her head as Cato drew closer. Lips curling up into a snarl. Blood covering his face and now dripping down his shirt. She fumbled with the numerous items in her arms, as the tall mass of Cato, lumbered toward her like a drunken bear. He was getting so close. She finally grasped a smooth can, and without looking to see what it was, she flipped it upright, pointed it at Cato's face, and pressed down on the trigger. Cato screamed, as a large amount of green something hit his face. Christine's eyes shot down at the can and she realized that it was a can of watered down, tracker jacker venom. Non-lethal, but very painful. She threw down the can and glanced down at Cato, who was spewing profanities, and trying to wipe away the venom. Christine knew what to do. It may have not been the smart thing, but she did it anyway. Running back to the cave, she looked around frantically for the slender bottle of tracker jacker venom antidote. She spotted it laying next to her sleeping bag. Grabbing it, Christine ran back out to Cato, and with all of her strength, tackled him to the ground. Cato was thrashing all about, which was making it difficult for Christine to give him the antidote.
"Cato! Stop! -No! Shh! Someone-will-hear-you!" Christine made up her mind. Drawing back her fist, she gave Cato a hard right hook, sending his head smacking to the ground. Breathing quickly, she poured the bottles contents over his face, leaving as much as she could in the bottle, just in case. Cato's face cleared of green liquid almost right away and he relaxed. Christine took a deep breath, thankful for her supporters. There was silence as Cato's body twitched here and there.
"Why...why did you do that?" He choked out. Christine looked down at Cato's scarred face.
"I don't know...sorry about that"
"About what?" Cato asked, looking confused.
"This." And she knocked him out. Dragging Cato's body to the cave was much harder than she thought. She thanked God that no one had heard Cato's screams. Because if anyone showed up right now, both Christine and Cato would be goners.
After many minutes of dragging, pushing, and shoving, she finally got Cato into the cave. She replaced the door, looked for the rope that she had stolen from a tribute's camp, and tied Cato's hands behind his back. She also lugged over a large boulder and used it as an anchor to tie down the rope that she had wrapped around Cato's ankles. She sat down, breathless. Having made it so Cato couldn't move without the rope digging into his skin was more of a workout than she would have hoped. Christine tried the best she could to stay awake. She kept herself busy by just watching Cato. He had drifted from just being unconscious, to actually sleeping. Looking at him more closely, Christine noticed that Cato looked as if he hadn't slept for days. His face was covered in scars, dried blood and a few tracker jacker stings. The antidote that Christine had poured over his face, had washed at least a little of the dirt away. Her eyes were becoming heavy with sleep. She tried to stay awake by slapping her face a couple of times, but failed, and drifted off to sleep.