I stand on the cornucopia; all my muscles tense as I aim my bow, able to let go at a moments notice. I can hear below the mutts howl, as they attempt to make us their prey, even my sweet little Rue is here, with her warm and innocent, brown eyes that have been corrupted by the capital. Cato has Peeta in a headlock cutting off his breath. His face grows a deeper blue within each second.
Cato taunts me " I can still do it, One More Kill. Bring that much more honour to my district." As I raise my bow aiming at his head, he sneers at me" if I go down, he goes down with me." I'm torn. I watch in complete horror while Cato Cackles over my distress. I look over to Peeta; his eyes are wide with panic. At that moment I know the Peeta's death is inevitable so if Cato chokes him, there is still the Cato to deal with so I must …
As the thought hits me I immediately raise my bow. I catch Peeta's eye just before and send him a look saying- I'm sorry, I will always remember what you did for me and I hold you in my heart. In those 2 seconds, a blink of recognition crosses his face.
And then it happens; my arrow flies right into Peeta's heart a quick and painless death. The impact causes Cato to lose balance and fall to the ground where 21 mutts await for their meal.
Cato's whimpers and the occasional triumphant howl of a mutt is all I hear for the next hour. Sometimes I think the death I gave him is a bit harsh but then snap out of it and move closer to the centre of the cornucopia, trying to drown out the sounds.
Before long all the whimpering stops. I curiously crawl over to see what is going on. Just as I'm reaching the edge an ear-piercing scream explodes from below. The sudden noise causes me to lose balance. I throw myself to the other side. When I open my eyes I find that I'm back where I started on the cornucopia. I once again cautiously creep over to the side to peek over. I see a body torn and cut, without an arm and both legs this is what remains of the Strong and handsome Cato.
I'm studying the damage and what's left, when I come across his face. His once charming gold-blond hair is now stained red from his blood.
As if he knew I was watching him, his eyes fly open. His eyes show fear and hopelessness. He has given up. CATO LUDWIG HAS GIVEN UP! I almost laugh at the situation. But something happens that draws back my attention. He seems to have recognised me. His eyes now beg for my attention. He says something, but I don't understand. I'm about to ask to repeat it but a mutt attacks his head.
I hear a cannon sound off in the distance. Nothing feels real especially what follows. " May I present to you the victor of the 74th annual hunger games, Katniss Everdeen."