Katniss POV

Run…

Run and climb. Those are the only things that come into mind as I'm trying to hold my grip on Peeta and climb my way to the top of the cliff in order to avoid the vicious jaws of the mutated mutts below me, in an attempt to devour both me and Peeta.

"Kill it Peeta, kill it!" I scream, as one of the mutts grabs hold of Peeta. He manages to kick the mutt off in time for the both of us to reach the top of the cliff. We both hold each other and stare in awe at the blood-thirsty scene below us.

I'm trying to gasp for air and register what just happened. Those mutts…Those mutated mutts look just like the fallen tributes that have died.

Including Rue….

My poor Rue. I can hardly stand to look at her brown eyes of hatred, focused at me. The smallest of the pack, I easily recognized her.

"Peeta…Those mutts look like…" I whisper.

"I know." He cuts me off. "The dead tributes."

I whirl around, my gaze wildly searching for the one cold-blooded tribute who wanted both me and Peeta dead.

Cato.

He was gasping for air on the other side, but was slowly starting to stand up. I knew his next intention was to finish us off.

I quickly grabbed my bow, aiming at him, but instead I shot at a mutt who was almost about to jump it's way onto the cliff. The mutt was most definitely Thresh. Nobody could jump that high.

I let out a gasp as I felt Peeta being pulled away from me.

Cato stands before me, holding Peeta into a deadly headlock, cutting off his air. Peeta starts to claw his arm, in a weak attempt to free himself.

While I'm thinking of what to do, I just stare at Cato, having his grin mock me.

I pick up my bow and arrow and aim it at Cato's head. I try to avoid his body armor as much as possible, since I know my arrows have no affect on it. Of course they would send him body armor, but they failed to send him face armor.

Although, my triumphant plan ends as Cato laughs at me.

He then stares at me with his eyes of sadistic glee. "Shoot me and he goes down with me."

To my horror, I realize that Cato's right. If I shoot him, he'll just bring Peeta down with him to their pummeling deaths. I bite my lip and feel my muscles straining as I think of what to do next.

I helplessly stare at Peeta and watch as his lips turn blue from the lack of oxygen. As I try to come up with a fast plan, I barely pay any attention to the mutts down below us at all. In my mind, I can just see Panem on the edge of their seats, watching me as I try to make a decision. I give a silent curse. Either let Peeta choke to death, or let him fall to be eaten by the mutts.

However, my blue eyes instantly avert to Peeta as his hand raises and draws an imaginary "x" on Cato's hand.

I get what Peeta wants me to do, and apparently so does Cato since his grin disappears from his face. I release one of my arrows, watching as it struck Cato's hand. He cries out and releases Peeta, who slammed him off the cliff.

I lunge forward and catch Peeta, as Cato loses his footing and plummets to the ground.

We both hug each other, and wait for the cannon to go off.

Cato's POV

As it hit the ground, I land with my body instead of my face to have my body armor protect me. I wince as I get up, and instantly stare up at the cliff.

Damn those stupid lovebirds….

As I hear growling, I barely have enough time to turn around as the mutt lunges at me. I swing at it with my sword and cut across it's chest. It gives out a yelp, but not before many other mutts come charging at me.

I wildly swing my sword, injuring every mutt that comes across my path.

Until I saw her eyes….

Clove.

"Clove?" I stop swinging my sword, and stare at her in disbelief. It's her. But she's mutated into a mutt.

She merely growls and snaps at me, while she proceeds to come closer.

I take a few steps back, but I try to convince her. "Clove? It's me, Cato!"

I couldn't hurt her, I wouldn't. I promised her mother, who on the day of our reaping begged me to protect her. She knew what I was capable of, and that I could easily overpower Clove, no matter how strong she was.

But the Clove I knew, she was gone. What stared at me was the emotionless gaze of her eyes, well eyes designed to look like them.

The "Clove" mutt instantly leaped at me, and while I tried to kick it off, more mutts leaped on me and forced me to fall to the ground.

They tore most of my armor off and clawed at my face, which hurt like hell. I tried to punch several of them in the face, but failed miserably since they just took my hand in whole and dislocated it.

I fight for at least an hour, screaming in agony as they tried to devour me. As they dragged me off to the Cornucopia, I merely gave up trying to look for a way back onto the cliff. Without my sword, and my weak bloody body, I was nothing.

Night falls, and I'm bleeding on the cold floor. I feel like roadkill, who's been ran over by a car multiple of times. But lucky for them, they die instantly the car hits them.

I silently moan, and whither in pain. It's disgusting. The once powerful, cold-blooded me, has just became a decrepit, weak, nothing as I stand in the mercy of the mutts.

Why can't they just kill me….?

Oh god, it hurts….so much.

I feel myself drowning in my own pool of blood as I cough up blood multiple times.

The mutts come back every once in a while to mock me, and use me as their chewing toy. I can barely look above the cliff, but as I do I see Peeta and Katniss huddling next to each other in order to keep warm.

"I hope they're comfortable." I bitterly think to myself, still managing to let out sarcastic remarks.

Those lovebird fucks.

I just want to scream at them to wake up. I want to die, already.

As the sun begins to rise, I am now partially blind. So I can only feel the heat radiating off from it. The heat causes me to moan once again, since even the heat on my body is agonizing pain.

I can't move my neck, I can't move anything, so I just slightly move my eyes to find Katniss staring at me in horror. As my world becomes to blur, I just manage to whisper one word.

"Please…"

Katniss POV

I stare miserably at Cato, who is now a chunk of meat covered in blood. I can't help but to just feel sorry for him. I know he's a monster, but now I know all he wants is to just die in peace.

"This is your last arrow. Do you think you can get him from here?" Peeta tells me.

I try to find his mouth, because then it would be easier to get a clear shot of his skull, instead of just miss and cause him more pain.

I move closer to the edge of the cliff, and hold aim my bow and arrow to get a clear shot of him.

As I find where his mouth is, I can see him trying to say something. It almost looks like he's trying to say "please."

My breathing becomes more labored as I try to manage up the courage to shoot him.

"Katniss!" I hear Peeta yell, and before I have enough time to turn and look at him, the tiny ledge that I'm standing on gives off and I'm falling…falling…..down the cliff.

"Katniss!" He screams again, and as I land on the ground I can see him trying to climb down the cliff to come get me.

"No!" I shout back at him. "Don't Peeta! Just stay up there, okay? I'll be fine!"

"I'm not leaving you down there!" He shouts back, and I can see his eyes, begging me.

I try to say something back at him but not before I hear the growling of mutts behind me. I know I'm a goner.

The mutts charge at me but then the ground that I'm standing off suddenly gives off. All I hear is the tumbling of rocks, Peeta screaming my name once again, and the yelping and whining of mutts.

My world is then blinded by darkness.