Ch.1 Dying of Infection and pain
Cato layed there frozen and in pain, he wailed out, knowing he would die. First clover, then his allies and now him. It was over, and he wanted to make District 2 proud of victory, But there was one treatment of Mutated mutt infections, was to cut out the venom inside, three cuts, two arteries, it was risky. If he even broke into the soft tissue, he would bleed out. He weakly grabbed the knife and began to dig, holding in his screams of pain, the green ooz began to poor out, it was horrid and the smell was awful, first one down two to go. Forcing himself to sit up he cut open his muscle in his leg, he almost began to puke as the stuff swam down his leg, one more. Back at the hunger games training hall this would have been easy, but hear in the arena, You either survived or you died. The other one was in his shoulder, he scrapped the known flesh that the dogs hadn't ripped out and the ooz gorged out. Tears sweapt over his eyes and he crawled, trying to find healing herbs. There were a few around the known area, and he remembered a few spots when they had pasted from running. He snatched them and began to chew throwing them on his cuts and tearing his shirt to tie around his wounds.
Hours had past and no cannons had gone off, and Cato was sleeping by the rock covered river bank. Water was not clean, but not that dirty, it would make him survive and make up his strength. He breathed in deeply, cold and exhausted. no packs were found in his crawling journey and he didnt appreciate it at all, this was all Katniss's fault, and especially Peeta, He hated them, he hated everyone besides clover. Thinking of her in his arms was normal besides blood on the battle field. He threw himself up and began to search for food.
Few days had past and Cato was getting no where. The search for Katniss was tuff, and the food was tuffer. He was well enough to walk. Cato knows now of how horrid the hunger games really are, he had been trained his whole life for this, and he doesnt want to screw up now.
It was now getting dark, and another painful day would be waiting for him, but then he spots movement in the dark, Katniss was dragging Peeta along the mud. He was dying and that is exactly what Cato wanted, Cato was mad enough, frustrated and confused about the mutated mutts and the death of his comrades.
He plumitted down into the dirt and began to hide, waiting for the perfect moment to strike her, but his balance wasnt well as much as his eye seeing. So he decided enough was enough, this was the perfect timing, they were both week and both un-stable. Grabbing the knife he aimed it, 20 degrees south, 40 degrees east. One, his stomach turned... Two, he knawed down on his jaws, three! He threw it with all his strength causing pain in his bad shoulder, causing him to fall off and black out.
But before that, the cannon went off.