Alright, so.. I just broke down and I had to write this, the idea popped into my head. I just wrote this tonight, and it has not been beta read or edited, because I was anxious to post it. Any mistakes will be corrected later. It will not be a one-shot. The themes may be a bit dark, this is definitely not for those of weaker nature.
Throughout the story I will post warning of the chapter's contents: This chapter does not have anything that necessarily needs a warning other than a hint at adult themes, and a 'bad' work here or there. Other chapters, though, including the next chapter will be of the more mature rating. Lemons/torture/death/ect...
Disclaimer: I do not have any rights to the Hunger Games series, those are left to Ms. Collins. On the other hand, actions, words, and own personal writings are all mine. No copyright intended.
I cannot be expected to update soon, I do hope to actually complete this story, for once. And I will try, but I do not know, yet, if I will succeed.
Cato's head whipped toward the sky as he heard the cannon fire. There were only four of them alive, the pathetic lovers, the sly girl, and him. Whose life end did this fire signal? Maybe the sly one eluded them, killed one of them off, maybe Peeta, but he'd probably have heard another cannon by now if that was the case, the girl wouldn't let her partner's death go unavenged, Cato knew the feeling.
It could also be Peeta's cannon; it was a miracle he'd made even made it this long. Nevertheless, he knew where he cut the boy, how deep. No way would he live after that, if not from bleeding to death, at least infection. Right?
He didn't really care who was dead, as long as it wasn't the fire girl, he craved the joy of killing her. Cato and Katniss one on one, no interferences. Except this time, there wouldn't be any hives, or trees. He'd be the one in control, and she would be at his mercy. Ever since the girl had gotten that '11', he had been planning. A stupid skinny girl, spinning around in dresses, from District 12, outscore him, it was unheard of, and that infuriated him. He tortured himself about it, constantly on his mind, how in Panem had this girl gotten that '11'? She probably slept with Seneca Crane himself, the whore. He didn't have a clue, not until their food supply was destroyed at least. When they were scrimmaging through the burned remains, he found an arrow head, that had survived, and then he knew. It was the girl, he could feel it had been her.
His hatred of Katniss grew even more prominent after the incident. She outscored him, tricked him, got his partner killed, but now it was his turn, he would kill her lover, and he would kill her, his way. If Peeta's dead, she might even give herself up from grief, submit to him. If not, then he'd have to force her. Either way, she would face his tortures. He smiled the idea of her begging him to release her form the pain, from life, undoubtedly turned him on.
"Bitch better have not gotten herself killed." He whispered to no one, and everyone. He had such plans for the two of them, it would piss him of if he couldn't put them to use.
The hover craft appeared next, a claw springing out, and catching the body. He was too far to tell the identity, but it was female. He held his breath, but as the sun glinted on the body, the long hair flashed red, and he blew out in relief. The girl on fire was still his.
And Peeta was still alive, and apparently on the move. How did that happen? He should be on his death bed. It had to have something to do with the feast, that tiny bag. Did Katniss stitch his leg up, needle and thread?
If he went now, they might be expecting it. But if he waited, they might be tracking him now. He didn't doubt that he could take them both, but it would be a hell of a lot harder to do so, if lover boy was on his feet.
In the end, he decided to wait for them to come to him. It seemed likely that they would head for the lake, or the gamemakers would force them to the lake, it had the best view for the final fight, the capitol likes blood, and pain, and that's what he would give them. Until then, he would relax, eat his last remaining dried fruit, and beef, and sip water from his jug, maybe even take a nap. Katniss's death would be one of prolongation, he would make sure of it, but the more energy and stamina he had, the more fun it will be.
There were only the three of them left, and two of them were already dead in Cato's eyes. That night when District 5's female tribute flashed in the sky, he could already taste his inevitable victory. He was dying to meet up with his good ole' friends from District 12, again.
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Immediately after he woke, he started off toward the lake, obviously he'd been right, because along the way he found that the usual creeks were all dried, he was thirsty, but it wasn't troublesome. Everything he had with him, excluding a sword and multiple knives, he left behind, he wouldn't need it anymore after today. He'd be going home, a champion, a survivor, a victor. That realization had him grinning.
They didn't have a chance against him, not with his strength, weapons, and full body armor. Katniss may have her little bow, but she has hardly a match for him.
Cato walked, excitedly, not caring he could be heard from a mile away, it didn't matter anymore, he was on his way to winning. Some might call him cocky, but it wasn't cockiness, it was confidence, assurance. No one could stop him now.
Then he saw them, the eyes. Deep green eyes, a flash of dark hair. Clove.
His breathing stopped. He wasn't that thirsty was he? Was he already having hallucinations, Clove was dead, he heard he canon after Thresh bashed her upside the head, he killed Thresh himself, he saw Clove in the sky. She was gone. This was either a hallucination, or a sick show from the gamemakers. When he heard the growls, saw the malevolence in the green eyes, and felt the presence of more, he ran and prayed for the former option.
The armor slowed him down some, but he didn't have time to throw it off, he was miles from the lake, he had to keep running. He was already thirsty, and losing breath, he heart was in tachycardia. But when you were running for your life, these seemed like minor things. They were fast behind him, so close, there was no way he could out run them, yet it was as if they weren't really trying to kill him, just trying to get him someplace. The capitol must have gotten bored, and this was the gamemaker's way of saying 'You were going too slow', Still, it didn't help his terror.
He was relieved when he reached the lake, surly the beast would back off now. They didn't. So he ran faster, he had a plan, maybe he wouldn't get to kill Katniss himself, but he'd be alive at least. She was there, with lover boy. Her bow pointed to his heart, as he sprinted toward them, he heard the cling as it bounced off of him to the ground, her face was livid with fear, he would have laughed in any other situation. Pushing past her, she followed his lead.
He had barely climbed the cornucopia, when she reached it, but she didn't join, she had realized that she'd left behind her ally, and stopped. He yelled something at her, but he couldn't hear, he was too high up, and heard nothing but the close growls of the mutts. It was probably something along the lines of: 'Save yourself' or 'I love you'. Mushy crap. Whatever it was he said, she took off after him, and soon enough they were both back at the base, fortunately, the mutts were close. Katniss climbed first, Peeta right beneath her. She was inside, reaching her hand down reaching for his, they connected, and she started pulling him inside. When her face shined with relief, he stomped my foot on top of their enclosed hands. The outcome was all that he had expected, she let go, and lover boy slid down, fumbling for a grip. She didn't have time to react. Cato laughed as he fell, screaming her name, the agony on her face.
Within no time, she rearmed herself, an arrow pointed at his head. She was quick, yes. But he was strong. He whipped his hand out, and snapped her wrist, with a grunt of pain, the arrow fell to the floor. Her arms were pulled behind her back, and he sat on her legs, she would watch him die. She sat there, limbs in awkward positions, whimpering, as the mutts tore him apart. Claws peeled at the skin, teeth ripped. He screamed, and screamed, until his throat was so mutilated, he couldn't do anymore than moan. They had dragged him off, to the edge of the water. But you could still hear him. The canon didn't sound until half an hour later, the mutts took their time with him. He grimaced, that could have been him. He let her stand, but blocked the opening of the cornucopia from her, couldn't let her kill herself, now.
"Just kill me." he grinned. He had no intentions of doing that, not yet at least.
Please, please review. A review is the only criticism I will receive. Note on mistakes, likes, dislikes, and your opinion. Without your help, I cannot continue this story. I need to know other's thoughts, to know it's not terrible, and that I'm not simply making a fool of myself by posting it.
Also, like I said.. This has not been beta read yet, because I was excited to post it. I will send it to my betareader, LauraBethLovesJesus, shortly, and have her correct any mistakes.
Thank you, Kamery.