Here's a short story about how Clove dies at the feast from Cato's perspective. I've been imagining how Cato would react when Clove dies so I wrote it all out. Hope you guys like it and please no flames. If I made an error somewhere, please mention it nicely. It's my first story.

"Cato! Cato!"

I hear a voice shriek my name twice. It's Clove's all right. She's definitely in trouble and someone's definitely with her.

"Clove!" I shout back without hesitation and start to sprint towards the feast. Whoever the attacker is, I'm going to make sure they'll receive their worst nightmare.

"Clove!" I shout back once more, hoping Clove would still be alive but instead I hear silence. There's no cannon yet though.

I start to sprint in my fastest speed now and reached the feast in a matter of seconds. I find Thresh running into the woods on my right carrying both of his and our bags but Clove is my priority right now. I spot her lying, barely alive, about 10 metres from me and immediately, I kneel down next to her and gently lift her upper body with my right arm. There's no blood but I could see her temple obviously damaged. For the first time, tears form from my eyes. Thresh will pay for this. How the hell have I let this happen in the first place?

"Cato?" Clove barely whispers.

"Clove," I manage a faint smile.

"I'm here. Don't worry," I say.

"Good. Cause I'm scared," Clove replies with a single tear. I could see great fear in Clove's eyes. I hold her hand with my free hand and give it a firm squeeze.

"I…I'm going to die, Cato," she continues. I am suddenly irritated.

"You're not going to die Clove, you're not going to die! We promised to each other we will survive and win this damn games together!" I see Clove's eyes slowly close. She stops breathing. The cannon booms.

I let it all out. Endless tears stream down my face.

"Clove, don't die" I know what I just say is pointless now. Clove is already dead and she's never coming back to me.

I curse a few times to let out my anger, sorrow and frustration. I suddenly feel hatred to the Capitol for letting Clove die and to everyone left in the arena for staying alive. Clove and I would've been home to district 2 already if they're dead a while back.

After three minutes of mourning, I know it's time for me to leave Clove as I could hear the hovercraft. I hide in the woods to catch the last glimpse of Clove being picked up by the hovercraft.

"Good-bye Clove," I mutter. "I won't let your death be unavenged," I run to the direction where Thresh run off with full of determination. I'm going to kill Thresh before anyone does. After all, I deserve this kill the most since Thresh killed Clove and took our pack. Then I'm going to kill Katniss, the one Clove and I loathe the most. The rest is going to be easy with just the badly injured lover boy and the district 5 girl left.

I'm going to win this and from now on, I dedicate this to Clove.

Thresh, you better watch out because I'm coming for you no matter what.

I'm done…or so I think I am for now. How Thresh dies haunt my head while I'm writing this… so there might be a possibility I will write a second chapter. It's just hard to come up with Thresh's fate though. Anyway, what do you guys think? Is it too short? (coz I think it is) Just let me know by reviewing this chapter!

Thanks for reading!