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Cato x Katniss
Synopsis: An extended version of Cato's death
A raw hunk of meat staggers into view as I help Peeta to the ground. It's bleeding, badly; the blood is flowing from every part of it, half its boy has been torn of flesh. I stager back, and now it's Peeta who is holding me, and I cling to him for support.
"Please…"
The voice emanating form it forces me to quiver. It's ridged, rough, forced and desperate. Its eye is overwhelmed with desperation and fear. It pains me, and I cannot stand to look at it any longer. I look at Peeta for advice or encouragement, like he always gives me. But his gaze is fixed on the thing. And his lips are quivering as he tries desperately to get a word out.
"C…Ca… Cato?" he finally manages to say the word. The hulk of meat cannot seem to move or speak but its presence there is answer enough. I take a step towards it, and I watch as it flinches away from me. Thus, I realize that it is more scared than I am. What realization, because now it I have taken more steps.
I am now face to face with it. Unconsciously, my hand, it reaches up to touch the side of what I presume is it's face. It moans quietly, but it isn't a pleasing moan, the moan comes from agony, and I realize that I am causing it even more pain.
I know it wants me to kill it, but I can't not when I think of how it has a family back in District Two, a family who is suffering seeing their boy like this. It has a district, which is counting on it to win for them. But upmost importantly I remember that "it" is not an it at all, it is a he.
A he who was a once a physical wonder, king of the games; the ruthless, handsome, killer named Cato. And I am able to find myself once more, and I feel like I owe this boy something, for fending off the pack, for killing all those tributes so that I could get this far, I know he didn't do it for me. But I still want to thank him.
Reality hits me, and I realize that there is really, only one thing in the world I can do to make it up to him now. Tears roll down my cheeks as the realization of the world hits me. It is unfair, and cruel. As I stab him in the heart with an arrow.
We share a bloody kiss…
The cannon goes off…