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Cato's POV

I am a killer.

I had killed five people so far. I only had two more to go.

My lip curled in disgust as I punched his stomach. He was weak. It wouldn't hurt a strong man. He lay breathless on the floor. Aware, but unable. I lifted him by the neck and gritted my teeth. He was a disgrace. He deserved to die.

A smaller body was pushing me, screaming, trying to make me drop him. She was too light to make any difference, I simply threw her back while keeping my other hand on his neck. I was faintly aware of the thud her body made as she hit the ground.

I held him up above my head taking pleasure from his squirming as I slowly tightened my grip. He choked and grasped at my hands. But he was weak. Just a bakers son. He wasn't a fighter. He didn't deserve to win.

When he hit the ground the girl screamed again, running to his side and grabbing his hand. I even considered letting her live, it would be far worse than dying at his side.

"Kill me… kill me now…please," she sobbed into his chest. Just as I suspected. She barely noticed I was there. I reached down picked up a stick from the ground and tightened both hands around it, as if it were a baseball bat.

One more to go.

I didn't want to kill her as much as I wanted to kill him. But I had to. It was right. She deserved it. Just a foot in front of me, this sobbing girl wouldn't even be able to live in the real world. I was better suited to be a victor.

I tensed my muscles as I lifted my makeshift bat. Just one blow. She wouldn't take any effort. She was fragile. As week as her little boyfriend.

"Kill me… kill me," she kept on. She shook over the boys dead body. I was granting her wish was I not?

Just one more.

I couldn't take it any longer. I swung the bat as fast as I could. Stronger. Heavier. This was the last blow. The best shot. The one they'd play so many times in memory of these weeks.

A sharp pain stabbed the back of my knee before the bat hit her head...


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