A short little cannon for if Thresh and Cato were in the final two. I hope you enjoy it and please review, all feed back is good.

Our swords clash, their sound ringing out across the arena. Cato and I battle on top of the Cornucopia, each fighting to revenge the deaths of the girls we loved. Rue. My precious little Rue, who had been like a little sister to me. Who was so small and perfect and who sang sweeter than any bird and cared more than anyone I've ever known. Who refused to see the evil in people, even in the Careers. The night before we entered the arena she came to me in tears, crying about how she didn't think she could win because she knew she could never kill anyone. When I asked her "what about the Careers?" she stared at me with her deep brown eyes and told me solemnly that she especially could never kill them, as they deserved to be shown love and mercy more than any of the other tributes, as they had lived their entire lives without love, being brought up knowing nothing more than how to murder so that they could bring pride to the districts that raised them to be slaughtered. Her reply astonished me and as I stared at her tear-stained face, I knew that she, with her innocence and unconditional kindness, deserved to win more than any of us. But she can never win now.

I should have protected her better, been by her side the entire time and kept her away from those Careers for whom she had so much sympathy for. Even though I blame myself for her death, I blame the Careers more and I am not like Rue, I can feel no sympathy for them. I feel no mercy, only a hunger for revenge.

The fight rages on for what seems like forever, encouraged on by the howls of the hungry mutts that surround us. Sweat pours down my face as I smash my sword against his again and again. Somehow, I manage to gain the upper hand and deliver the final stroke. As Cato falls, his cannon ringing out, I drop my sword and wait for the hover craft to come and rescue me from this hell. The mutts begin to leave and I stare at the smallest of them. It has her eyes. I am shocked when it looks back at me and gives me a sad little nod. This is too much. Everything is too much. The voice fills the arena announcing me as the winner. But I know that I'll never be the winner. Even after I leave the arena, the nightmares and the guilt will follow. For me, the games will never end.