A/N Hey guys this is my first ever fanfic, so please be nice cuz i know I'm not that good a writer and i probably won't get better, but please give me tips and i will do my best :)
NO! Ok just, no. I CANNOT be in love with my enemy, this can't be happening! Well at least the stupid glimmer bitch is gone now. I treat through the Forest area of the arena as loud as I can. I'm not scared; others fear me except for some of the careers, except Glimmer. She was up herself so much; she even thought she could flirt with Cato. CATO! I mean bitch, he didn't even help you up when those tracker jackers stung you to death, and sort of sad really, I was really getting excited to hang your guts out one by one. I'm getting closer to the cornucopia where originally all the careers set up, but four of them have already been killed. It was a shame to hear that Marvel died; well I guess I knew it would end up this way, but I really did like him, he was someone I could confide to.
I enter the opening of where the bloodbath was held five days ago, the grass was still dyed red from all the lives that were lost in a brutal fashion, but it's not like I care, at all. I see a tiny light from me and Cato's camp, it was a gift from the sponsors and we have many others as well. As I creep up to our camp I see that Cato is sleeping. He really looks so freaking hot when he sleeps, wait…what?! CLOVE WHAT THE HELL! I punch myself in the head, for even thinking of that. Nope, I think I should get rid of him before he becomes a liability. I grab one of my sharpest knives to make it less painful and I put it to his throat, but just as I am about to cute deep into his blood vessels, he pounces on me! I am stunned and I can't move because of his heavy weight on me.
"Clover, you weren't thinking of killing me were you?" he growls menacingly, spiting in my face. This time I am truly scared.
"N-nnno-o Cato, I was just…"my response is stuttered and every part of my body is sweating, I know it's the end as he reaches for one of my knives, ONE OF MY KNIVES!
"Hmm, maybe instead of using my mighty sword, maybe I can use your own weapon against you," he grabs the knife and roughly carves an image on my arm.
"See, this is when I win the Hunger games not you, not the stupid girl on fire, but me, "he growls out the last word and just as he is about to plunge the knife into my chest, the awkward voice of Claudius Templesmith booms out around the arena.
"There has been a rule a room change, from now on two tributes if they are from the same district may win together" we pause to see if there is anything else, but when silence falls, we cannot move, we are stunned at this decision, but once it has passed through our heads we rejoice.
A/N K, so wadya think? i know it's sort of a cliff hanger, but my mum cam into my room and busted me lol :)