Author's note: Okay I came up with this one day on the spot, it's been edited but I'm still afraid that it might suck. So please if you do review tell me what you think and I'll do my best to fix it. Anyway sorry for the note, just go ahead and read.
Beneath the Cornucopia, half alive laying in a pool of deep crimson red blood lay Cato, the burly tribute from District 2. To escape the pain his mind wondered. His blue eyes closed as he thought of his home District 2 and of how he had volenteered before a male tribute was even called. Rush actions he concluded, he would most likely die here while Katniss and Peeta would live on and win the Hunger Games.
Cato's mind wandered once more and his head filled with images of a beautiful brunette with chocolate brown eyes, a sharp shooting pain fires through his chest. The pain is unfamiliar, he can barely place the name of it, then it comes to him. Regret, he feels pain is so sharp that its blinding, he's felt this feeling before but only once. Once when the young girl of his mind visted him before he was ushered onto the train.
He had been in a small room, ready for his final goodbyes, although he didn't need them, he would return. He has already roughly shoved his family out of the room telling them to wait for him to return when she comes in. Her beautifully pale face is staurated, tears are streaming down her brown eyes. The sight of her is enough to get Cato crumbling to his knees, she joins him on the ground sobbing.
They embrace tightly and to sooth her Cato whispers in her ear.
'I'll come home, I'll win for you.'
As soon as the words escaped his lips he was ushered out of the room, his last glimpse of her being when she was carried out by peacekeepers, her body shaking with sobs.
A small wimper escapes his lips, he feels the pain that he's putting her through, its so very much alike the pain the mutts gave him as they ripped him apart but the mutss have long disappears and the feeling remains. With what's left of his mangled body he spots brown hair and the tip of an arrow. It's Katniss, a words forms on his lips unable to escape. He trys and a scratching sound escapes, he trys again and this time he's able to say it.
'Please'
He begs, he begs to end his pain, to end her pain.
Katniss nods and releases the arrow ending his pain. Though she will never fully understand it.