Author's Note: I got a laptop! 4 days ago but still… This story is dedicated to my Grandpa because he was in the hospital for a couple days. He's all better now, though! I don't own the Hunger Games because if I did this is how it would end.

Cato POV

"Do you think the feast will start soon?" I ask Clove. We've both been a little hungry, ever sense Little Miss 'Girl on Fire' blew up our supplies.

"I don't know. I hope so! Then I can finally kill Twelve!" Clove says, staring at her knives, with a murderous look on her face.

"No way! You are not going! It's to-" I get cut off from a little announcement in the sky.

"Hello remaining tributes of the 74th annual Hunger Games! Tomorrow is the moment you have all been waiting for, the feast!"

Clove smiles maliciously at the announcement. It is the moment she's been waiting for.

"Now hold on. Some of you may already be declining my invitation."

"Who would give up the chance to-" Clove starts before I clamp my hand over her mouth. We need to hear the rest of the message.

"But this is no ordinary feast. Each of you needs something desperately."

I scoff at his use of the word desperately. Maybe for the others, and maybe for us in a week, but now? No way!

"Each of you will find that something in a backpack, marked with your district number, at the Cornucopia at dawn. Think hard about refusing to show up. For some of you, this will be your last chance."

"Wanna go now?" I ask her, smiling.

"Do you even have to ask?" She responds, "Of course!"

We take all of our supplies, since someone may stumble upon our camp and take everything. Especially District Five. Nobody but myself saw this, but back when we had our large camp she would steal from us. I didn't go after her though. Although I excel in strength, weaponry, and hand to hand combat, speed is not my specialty.

"You're not the one going to retrieve our bag, Clove," I tell her as we take off on our mile long journey.

'Yes, I am," She says crossly. "I've wanted to kill District Twelve ever since the parade. Tomorrow is the day I finally get my chance. Don't take it away from me."

"I don't want to take it away from you. But District Eleven could be there. He's almost as big as me. He could kill you. I can't let you die. I love you." I whisper back.

"Yeah, yeah that's all romantic and sweet and everything. But he's from Eleven. We're from Two. Even if he is bigger than me, it should even out." She says, also talking quieter.

"Alright, you can go. But I'll be at the edge of the woods. If I see any trouble at all, I'm coming out."

"Fine," She says, a lot happier now.

It's silent for a moment before I say, "But promise me one thing. You have to put on a good show."

"Of course!" She smiles, "I wouldn't think of doing anything else!"

The rest of the walk is silent besides the soft crunch of leaves underneath our feet. We took a slow walk, so when we get to the woods near the Cornucopia it looks to be about 11:00. We look into each other's eyes and silently agree we should rest up since tomorrow is a big day. Just as we're about to lie down I plant a kiss on her forehand. We both smile, falling asleep in happiness.

I wake up to a punch in the chest. I'm immediately alert, fearing that another tribute has discovered us. When I look up I'm relieved that it's just Clove. Not that the two of us together couldn't take any of the other tributes, but still…

She points up to the sky and I can see that's there's ten minutes, at most, until dawn. Clove smiles at me, a knife already in her hand, ready for the battle to come. I smile back, but neither of us dares to talk. As much as we'd both love to kill someone, we'd like do it for fun, rather than protection.

Seven minutes pass with neither of us making a sound or movement. Suddenly, the ground shakes, and the horn splits in half. Up rises a table. On it sits four bags. A tiny orange one with a '12', a medium green one with a '5', and two large black ones with '11' and '2'. Ours. The girl from Five dashes out and grabs her bag. She doesn't take anyone else's bag, and scurries back into to the woods quickly. No biggie. Excluding Lover Boy, she's the least threatening.

"Remember, don't take Eleven's bag," I tell her, almost inaudibly.

She just glares back.

Clove POV

"Remember – Eleven – bag," Is all I can make out from what Cato is saying.

I know what he means and I glare at him. I can take care of myself.

Suddenly, District Twelve dashes out and I immediately run after her. It's time. I fling the knife that's already in my hand at her head, a perfect hit, but she deflects it with her bow.

"Crap!" I mutter.

In a quick movement she loads her bow and aims straight for my heart. I dodge it, but just barely. It still hits me, but at the top of my left shoulder. It slows me down, and hurts like heck, but it's not a problem. I'm on a mission.

Sadly, since I had to pull out the arrow and check my wound, Fire Girl had the chance to grab her bag and start making a run for it. I immediately grab one of the knives from my pocket, one of the smaller, less deadly ones. I don't want to kill her – yet. When I send this knife towards her she can't hind from it. Lucky, just as it flew out of my hand she turned to look at me. It hits her and creates a large gash in her forehead.

She sends another arrow my way, but this time it's not even close to hitting me. I run toward my victim, slamming into her, and knocking her to the ground. Time to die, District Twelve. The moment has arrived. I instantly pin her to the ground with my knees so there is no chance of escape.

"Where's your boyfriend, District Twelve?" I ask with a cruel smile on my face," Still hanging on?"

"He's out there now. Hunting Cato," She says, trying to be scary, but failing miserably. I almost laugh at her attempt until she calls out, "Peeta!" I realize she might be serious, so I shove my fist into her windpipe. I turn my head around, quickly surveying the area, concerned until I see Cato crouching near the place where we set up camp last night. Relief floods over me, knowing that she lied. He gives me a questioning look, as if to say 'Why are you looking around? Kill her!'

"Liar," I say, grinning. "He's nearly dead. Cato knows where he cut him. You've probably got him strapped up in some tree while you try to keep his heart going. What's in the pretty little backpack? The medicine for Lover Boy? Too bad he'll never get it."

I open up my jacket and for a fraction of a second I admire my vast collection of knives. Surveying them, I pick the perfect torture weapon, a small knife, with a beautiful curved blade. "I promised Cato if he let me have you, I'd give the audience a good show," I say in a way that onlookers would consider nasty.

She struggles pathetically to get me off of her. Ha! What chance does she have against me?

"Forget it, District Twelve. We're going to kill you. Just like we did with your pathetic little ally . . . what was her name? The one that hopped around in the trees? Rue? Well, first Rue, then you, and then I think we'll just let nature take care of Lover Boy. How does that sound?" I pause for a moment, and see sadness across her face. I struck a nerve there, talking about Lover Boy and Tree Girl, huh? I smile then say, "Now, where to start?"

The blood from my earlier cut has dripped down her face, so I wipe it into her hair. This makes it easier to study her face, and it gives me a larger canvas for my violent masterpiece. As I grab her face to study the blank sheet that will turn into a work of art, she tries to bite me! I instantly grab her hair, yanking it, pulling her entire face back to the ground.

"I think . . . I think I'll start with your mouth," I purr. She closes her mouth almost instantly, as if that will help!

With the tip of my blade I trace the edge of her mouth in a teasing way, careful not to break any skin. The time for that will come soon enough.

"Yes, I don't think you'll have much use for your lips anymore. Want to blow Lover Boy one last kiss?"

She spits in my face, blood and saliva. Gross! "All right then," I growl, "Let's get started."

Just as I pierce Fire Girl's lip, I hear Cato cry out, "Clove!"

I look around and see District Eleven and Cato in a fight. It's looks pretty even but who knows what weapons this boy could be hiding. I run towards them, but not without stabbing District Twelve in the arm first. She screams in pure agony, and if Cato wasn't fighting for his life, I would smile.

"Cato!" I yell back, and throw my knife towards District Eleven's back. Luckily, he decides to turn around at just the right moment, and it hits him, just inches from his heart. Surely he's dead.

"Run, Girl on Fire!" he yells, and I quickly turn around. I mutter many profanities under my breath, and she's already out of sight.

Cato had gone to retrieve both bags, but now he's back at my side and we start to retreat back to our camp when District Eleven starts yelling.

"You Careers don't deserve to win! District Twelve does! They kill to save their own lives, you kill for fun! You don't deserve to win! You ruthless murderers! You killed the little girl! You killed-" It's hard to sound threatening when you're dying. Poor little boy, using up his last breaths to yell at us. And he didn't even get to finish. The boom of his cannon doesn't even faze us.

"Well that was exciting!" Cato says enthusiastically.

I smile back at him, sad I didn't get to kill Twelve, but when Cato smiles, it's impossible to resist smiling back.

"Wanna rest?" He asks a few moments later when we're back to our campsite.

"No way! We still have three tributes left to kill!" I reply back, still in a great mood.

Both of us smile at the thought, and we pack up the little supplies that we have. Just as we're about to head out, Cato kisses me! It's not like he hasn't kissed me before, but we're in the freaking Hunger Games! We're supposed to be the killing machines, not the lovers! Finally my hormones kick in and a kiss him back.

"We will win," He says after we break apart, "Together."

Author's Note: The story is not over! Chapter 2 will be up soon! What I really hate is when people write stories about Clove surviving the feast, and then not continuing them. I didn't kill Katniss yet because otherwise the rest of the story would be boring. *Spoiler* The final battle will be between the two sets of District partners! Sorry, Foxface. Don't worry, I like her, her death will be painless.