Author's Note: Okay, for your info, I do not cuss, and I really did not want to say bad words in this story because it just makes me feel weird. But, I did say one in here, fyi, because I thought it would complete Clove and Cato's personalities, you know? I would be honored if you would please tell me what you think in a lovely review, and I have 3 more chapters to this story, but I will only post them if you ask and review! lol. Please read, and if there are any mistakes, I would love it if you told me! Thanks! Enjoy! R&R!

D/C: I do not own the HUnger Games, or Clove, Cato, Peeta, Claudius, Katniss, Thresh, ect, ect, ect.

C/: I DO own this story, so don't steal my stuff! It's against the law! lol

Clove's POV

The loud boom of the Game's announcer, Claudius Templesmith, awakens me from my lovely dream.

"I have an announcement." The voice says. "Tomorrow, at dawn, a feast will be held at the Cornucopia."

Yes! I love feasts. There is always some kid to kill off, and this year, I have my eyes on someone special. Katniss. Ugh, even her name makes me want to puke up my guts. She thinks she's so cool, pretending to be in love with Lover Boy so she can steal all of MY sponsors. She's a disgusting little brat. I remember during the interviews, when she twirled around in that stupid little dress. I wanted to get up and punch her right then and there. But no matter, tomorrow the Girl on Fire will be extinguished once and for all!

I gently shake Cato awake, who is sleeping in the tent next to mine, wrapped up in layers of heavy sleeping bags.

"Wha….?" He says sleepily.

"Get up, you dumb butt. A feast has been announced." I reply rudely. That guy gets on my last nerves. I want to take him out right now, but we're supposed to be a "team" now.

"What the hell, Clove? Call me that again and I'll spill your insides." He snaps back. I'd like to see him try. "A feast, oh? We are going, right?" Do boys EVER think?

"Of course, you idiot. We're gonna take out Katniss and Lover Boy for good," I say excitedly.

"We're getting Katniss for sure, but knowing where I cut Peeta, he's not gonna be there. Let's just let nature take its course on him."

"Cato, there's something I've been wanting to ask you for a while now…" I stammer. "I want to kill Katniss." There, the words are out. Cato hesitates for a moment, shrugs, and says, "Fine. You can have her. Just let me pick out the knife you use."

I smile and pull out my large collection of knives and daggers. Cato chooses a short dagger with an evil, curved blade. I put the weapons back in my jacket, after cleaning them. Tomorrow, I will stain them red with Katniss' blood as a trophy to myself. As a trophy to the one who killed "The Girl on Fire."

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