Okay, I know I said this was a oneshot, but I couldn't resist making a second chapter, even though we all know what happens. So enjoy!


I looked down at her body sadly. She was still holding the bloody knife. Her dark eyes were open and looking up at the sky, glazed over lifelessly. I removed my red hand from her hair, wiping a tear from my cheek. Don't show sadness, Cato, this is the games. You're built like an ox. You're the champion, and you're going to win this. Clove wanted you to. I picked up her slight body, carrying her to the trees and laying her down in a small patch of flowers. I laid some more across her, kissing her cheek.

"Goodbye, Clover."

I drew my sword and head off in the direction I saw the District Eleven tribute go. I beat down the tall things in the field- hell, I don't even know what these things are. We don't have them in District Two. There's a trail, so I follow that. It's a big maze until I finally reach the tribute at his camp. I launch myself at him, eyes narrowed. This is more than winning the Games now. This is revenge for Clove.

I allowed my feelings to take over, hacking and slashing at him until I got tired, which was long after he died. By the time I was done, he was just a mangled, unrecognizable body. Spitting on him, I took the backpacks, kneeling down and opening them. All that was in his was some food and torches. Scowling, I opened mine; armor. Body fitting, camouflaged armor. I smiled until I noticed that there were two sets. One was large, obviously mine, and one was smaller. A lump in my throat formed when I realized that one was supposed to be Clove's. Swallowing my sadness, I pulled on the armor and set off toward the Cornucopia.

I froze at hearing something slam down behind me. Without looking over my shoulder, I ran as fast as I could. I saw Katniss and Peeta, barreling between them and toward the Cornucopia. I pulled myself up onto it, panting. After a bit, I noticed that Peeta and Katniss had came up as well. I looked down at what was chasing me, seeing that they were mutts. My eyes widened when I saw that they all had collars with numbers. There was a tiny, dark one with an 11. An unmistakably blonde one with bright green eyes, who was marked with a 1. There was another District One, which had brown fur. I felt tears sting my eyes when I saw a lean, small, dark District Two. Clove.

Rage took over again as I pulled Peeta into a headlock, my sword to his throat after a bit of struggling. Katniss was up with her bow pulled, an arrow aimed directly at me. I only smiled. "Go ahead," I choked out. "Do it. Shoot me. He's gonna die too." I was aware of blood running down my face, though I wasn't sure when the injury occurred. ". . . I can still win this. Two more to go, and I can do this." I looked into her frightened gray eyes, grinning sadistically. "If you shoot. . . If you shoot, you win. Congratulations." I felt something tapping my hand, but I ignored it. Just staring at her. "Do it." Suddenly, I felt the silver arrow pierce my hand. Yelping, I let Peeta go as I fell over the side, into the mutts.

As they bit and clawed at me, I stared at one of them the whole time. I stared at the one that was modeled after Clove. It was beautiful, just like her. Hours later, I was still being ripped at. They'd finally gotten past my armor and were tearing at my flesh. I looked up at Katniss, who was watching me, horrified. I whispered out one word, my eyes locked on hers.

"Please."

She drew an arrow, shooting me. As I died, I can say that I was finally happy. I didn't keep Clove safe, like I was hoping to, but at least I'd be returning to her soon. She was right.

Everything was going to be okay.