Hey guys so I wrote this after reading Clove stories and was very inspired. This is my first Hunger Games fic so I really hope you like it!
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Clove's P.O.V
I only really remembers trying to kill the fire girl. Tormenting her with the deaths of her little ally from District 11 and her boyfriend from 12, and I'm about to kill her, slice her into tiny pieces, but the next thing I knows I'm being thrown off of her and onto the ground. Before I can grasp it I'm screaming Cato's name, hoping and praying that he'll save me. That the rock the size of my head won't be pounded into my skull.
I knows he won't save me though. That I will die at Thresh's hands and I'll have a giant dent in the side of my head to prove it. I can picture it now as the rock smashes into my temple making a sickening crack. The cannon booming around the arena, my picture hanging in the night sky with District 2 scrawled across reminding the others that they're that much closer to getting out of this hell.
Pain explodes from behind my eyes and as I helplessly fall to the ground. I can see Thresh talking to the fire girl. I see the blood trickle down from District 12's face and I'm proud I could make her feel pain. Though I know that Thresh will let her go.
Somewhere in the distance I can hear Cato scream my name frantically, pleading for me to stay awake. And I see a shiny wall fill Cato's eyes and I wonder if it's for me or the game. Black dots fill my vision and I know it's only a few seconds before I will fall limp and lifeless in Cato's arms.
I'm not angry really, maybe a little, but more glad. I'll be put out of my misery and out of this bloodbath. I just hope that Cato wins because I don't want to die and let District 12 win. It's not fair that the girl on fire scored higher than I. That the girl on fire got to live and I didn't, and the last thing I remember thinking before slipping into an eternal sleep and out of my misery is how much I suddenly hate fire.
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