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Chapter 7 - The Feast

Clove POV

"Cato?" I asked looking a the sky.

"Ya?" he responded without stopping swinging his sword.

"Don't you feel like there should be something happening soon?" I asked with my eyes still glued to the sky.

He stopped swinging his sword and looked at me. "Like what?"

"I don't know, maybe a-"

Attention tributes, attention. Tomorrow at sunrise there will be a feast. This will be no ordinary occasion. Each of you needs something desperately. And we plan to be, generous hosts.

"Something like that," I finished.

"What do we need?" Cato asked as he hacked away at a tree.

I sat up smiling. "A chance to kill fire girl."

Cato dropped his sword. He grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. "I don't think fire girl will be in our bag, but she will be at the feast."

I quickly touched my nose. "Dibs killing her!" I yelled.

"No way! I kill her!" He argued back.

I quickly thought. "What if Thresh comes to the feast? If he spots me standing guard and he sneaks up on me, I'm good as dead. But if he sneaks up on you, you can take him easy."

"Fine!" he caved in. He grabbed my hands. "But give the audience a good show."

I nodded. It was dusk. I snuggled up to Cato because this could be the last night I had with him. He met so much to me my whole life. That night I had a dream about the first time Cato and I met.

At school that day we met, Amber and Aisha, the two most popular girls at school approached me. I was having lunch and goofing off with one of my french braids.

"Well Clove," Amber's annoying voice said. "We decided that you are aloud to hang out with us."

I stood up and threw two knifes. One at Amber's braid, the other at Aisha's bun. They chopped at least two inches off Amber braid and has cut a thin chunk out of the middle of Aisha's bun. They looked at me in fear. I could tell they ready to run.

"Oh dear Amber and Aisha. Do you think I have forgotten the 'Clove and Journo' rumor? Journo and I were just friends. Since that rumor, Journo hasn't said a word to me! He's scared to talk to me because he doesn't want that rumor to start up again! I wish you both were never born!" I practically screamed.

Amber and Aisha ran off screaming. I remember an ex-friend of Amber and Aisha came and high-fived me. After school, instead of going home, I went for a walk by the training center. I was ready to look in the window by the knife area when I knife came flying out of the window and narrowly missed my foot. I screamed as a couple of boys looked out the window.

I went running away. I sat in the shade of a tree. I'm pretty sure I was crying a bit. When career training let out, a couple of boys approached me. There was a blonde boy with blue eyes and a dirty blonde with hazel eyes. I feel like those were the faces who were looking out the window. In fact they were. I got up dashed home and dove under my bedding. My mom sat my dinner on my night stand and kissed my forehead. She could tell I was upset and she was understanding that I wasn't interested in talking about it. I didn't feel like eating so I slowly drifted off to a deep sleep. That night was cursed with the memory of those boy's faces. You never forget the faces of the people who almost killed you young.

The next day was Saturday. I felt my mom shaking me awake.

"Princess, I signed you up for career training. And you're just about late. Up, up, up," my mom giggled as she pulled me straight to the floor.

"I'm awake! I'm just not up," I said as I pushed myself to my feet.

She dropped something on my back. It was a training uniform. On the right sleeve, it has your name sewn on. My said 'Clove' and I rolled my eyes. I thought the names on the sleeve were ridiculous. I put in on and on my way out, I grabbed a red apple.

"Don't you want something more?" my mom asked.

"No," I barked as I rushed out the door.

I didn't want to be late on my first day. I was actually early!

"Clove?" asked a voice.

I looked at voice, saw the manager of the center. I nodded and she pointed into her office. I walked in and she motioned for me to sit down. I did.

"So I hear you can throw knifes," she smirked.

"I'm okay," I said an slightly turning my head to the side.

"I've heard stories about you. You could be a champion. Today I'm trying something different for you. Normally I would want you to do simple training, but today I'm going to let you just practice knife throwing. Let the instructor evaluate you and determine whether or not you need to start with the simple courses or can start with the advanced courses," she smiled.

I sat up straight and smiled. I nodded and she pointed to the door. i went straight to knife throwing where the instructor smiled at me. He walked over to me and leaned down to look in my eyes. "You Clove?" He asked.

I turned and tapped my shoulder where my name was. He smiled and guided me off to a little practice area separate from the rest. The other three students, two girls and a guy, looked at me and walked away. I knew that they were about to be asked to leave in a minute so they all left to different stations. One of the girls and the guy went spear throwing and the other girl headed to archery. I practiced knife throwing for probably an hour. All my targets were a perfect hit so my teacher went to let the manager now who well I was doing. I looked around until my eyes hit two boys standing in line for sword fighting. I recognized them as the two who just about sent a knife into my foot. I decide it was time for revenge. I threw knifes at their feet. They both looked at me. They started to walk in my direction. The one stopped walking while the other-

My dream was cut short by Cato shaking me awake.

"Clove, if you want to kill Katniss at the feast, we need to be at the feast," he reminded me.

We snuck to the edge of the cornucopia field and watched the bags rise from the ground. The fire haired girl ran from inside the cornucopia and grabbed her bag and dashed into the forest. She wasn't out target so we just forgot about her as fire girl ran out to grab her bag. I ran out there and picked a good dagger and threw it at her. It hit her forehead as she shot an arrow which I quickly dodged. She just loaded another arrow as I tackled her to the ground. I pinned her down as I started taunting her.

"Where's lover boy? Oh I see, you were going to help him, right? To bad you couldn't help your little friend. The little girl. What's her name? Rue? Well we killed her. Now we're going to kill you."

I pulled out a small knife blade and was about to bring it down on her face when I felt someone strong lift me off her. What was Cato doing? I was pinned to the cornucopia when I saw who it was. It was the muscular boy from District 11. I never knew fear until this point.

"What'd you do to that little girl? You kill her?" He asked

I quickly denied it because I wasn't her killer. Marvel killed her. I suddenly started calling for Cato's help.

"I heard you, you said her name," he argued. "YOU SAID HER NAME!"

He started hitting me against the cornucopia. I could feel me skull crack after the second hit. I fell to the ground. I knew I was about to die.

Cato POV

'Where's Thresh?" I wondered out loud. "Maybe I should go check on Clove, see if she's okay."

I suddenly heard my name being called from the cornucopia. It was Clove! I responded to let her know I was coming. I raced through the bush but tripped over a huge root. That didn't stop me though. I got there and saw fire girl clearing out one way and Thresh going the other way. I saw Clove laying on the ground I rushed to her. I was begging her to stay with me. As soon as I realized nothing was going to help, I almost killed myself. I couldn't believe I let Clove down.

This isn't the girl I knew. The girl I knew, her dark eyes were full of life and ready to attack. I pictures Clove at the chariots. How defensively I head her, how beautiful she looked in her outfits, how she was laughing at me because of my mess-up, how she attacked me back in the apartment after. I pictured her the night the career alliance was made official. Her beautiful dress, her adorable simple attire, the red her face was when she pushed Marvel off her. The girl at the interviews. Her orange frilly dress that I'm surprised she didn't attack with a knife. Her when we entered the arena. Her determination and spunk. The girl I loved now was a new person.

Her dark eyes were lifeless. Her smirk was non-apparent. She was reinvented to dead. I no longer cared about winning. I wanted Thresh dead. That's it.

I won't live is she won't be there with me.

Whoa! Clove's dead! Just so you know, I'm skipping over Foxface's death and Thresh's death. Next chapter will literally be Cato's final moments. It won't be the longest chapter, but it will be the closing to this story. I will try to start a new story shortly after I finish this story but no promises. Thank you for reading. Please review, favorite, and follow!