A/N: So this is going to be similar to my story The Silent Killer, except it will be Cato's Point of View from when Clove died.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games.
I saw the girl emerge cautiously from the woods; she walked over, right toward Clove.
'She is as good as dead' I thought to myself.
I saw clove jump out; grabbing Katniss. Katniss screamed.
A movement off to the side caught my eye, and my heart sunk. It was that guy from district 11. He was big, much bigger than my Clove, possibly bigger than me even. I wanted to scream out to Clove to run, but only my lips moved, I couldn't make any sound come from my throat.
By this time Clove was still unaware that she was being watched by the District 11 boy, and was taunting Katniss before she killed her.
I was up and running by the time the older boy had notched an arrow, and still ran as the arrow connected with Clove. I felt like nothing as I watched the girl I loved fall to the ground and the other two exchange some words and the other girl ran off; it never crossed my mind what happened to the other tribute. All I could think about was Clove. I ran to her side and kneeled down next to her.
"Clove," I whispered; trying not to let the sorrow show in my voice.
"Cato," She said shakily as she reached up and touched my cheek, the light slowly fading in her eyes.
"Clove, I love you," I said, tears starting to fall down face.
"I love …" She started, but stopped mid sentence. Her hand fell from my face, and her whole body relaxed. Her cannon fired off in the distance.
"Clove…" I whispered sadly, the tears flowing quickly and falling off my face and onto her blood-soaked shirt.
Clove. My Clove. She was dead. The only girl that meant something to me, she was gone, gone forever. I felt something, something I had never felt before, my heart felt as if it was cracked, it ached like it never had before. I bent my head down and grabbed her hand in mine.
"Clove, Clove, Come back," I whimpered. I needed her to come back.
I heard footsteps behind me, and turned slowly. The District 11 boy stood there, holding a large stone in his hand. I turned my back on him, all that mattered was Clove. And she was dead.
I heard the swish of something blowing through the air and a loud bone-shattering crack as the Tribute swung the rock and it made contact with my head. I fell to the ground. Strangely, I never felt the pain that the blow should have brought. I slipped into nothingness, it really was nothing. I heard my cannon fire in the distance. I saw one image before everything went black. Clove.
A/N: I hoped you liked it. –Turtle1999