Cloves Last Moments
Clove.
"Just like we killed your little... friend. What was her name again...? Rue? Yes well we killed her and now we're going to kill you" I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. I didn't even mean any of them. I could have killed Marvel because of how he killed that little girl, because of killing the little girl. But I wanted to impress Cato and that was more important than anything. I pulled out my smallest but sharpest knife out of my pocket and held it to her lips. "Want to blow one last kiss to lover boy" I taunt. Suddenly I feel a hand grip the back of my jacket and lift me into the air. '11' I think. I dangled in the air while he decided on what he was going to do with me. When he returned me to my feet he shouted. "You kill her? The little girl" I shake my head and start screaming for Cato. "CATO! CATO!" "I heard you, you said her name" the boy was getting angry now and I could sense danger coming from him. "No I promise, I didn't" I begged him but he didn't listen. I was doomed.
When the rock came crashing into my skull I felt only the searing pain. He dropped me onto the ground and ran over to the fire girl on the floor. I could hear them talking about Rue, about her death. 'Cato was coming' I think 'I'll be fine, he'll kill these two' but by the time Cato arrives it is too late. The girl has just pulled herself into the woods and the boy has disappeared into his field of grain. Cato runs up to me and pulls me onto his lap. He cradles me like a baby. Tears drip down my face and he wipes them away with his fingers. He is crying as well now and I manage to get out one last sentence. "I love you" he pulls me closer in and kisses my forehead gently. I fix on his eyes before the blackness over comes me.
Cato
'I'll kill them. Whoever did this to her is dead. Very dead' I sit there with the limp body of my district partner, my friend and my secret lover in my arms. Her skull has a dent in it where she was hit with a rock. I lay her down and walk back into the woods seeking the person who had done this. I refused to look behind me at the young girl whom I loved.