Written for Kelsey.


7. Cato and Clove.

Cato could hear her distant screams.

"CATO! CATO!"

He began running, crashing through the forest toward the clearing with the Cornucopia. "Clove! Hang on Clove!" He broke through into the clearing to see her limp body lying beside the golden horn, the boy from Eleven running toward the tall grass and that Everdeen girl running back into the tree line.

Still running toward the horn he found that there was nothing there that indicated to his district. One of them had taken what he needed. Anger coursed through his veins, but that dissolved as he looked down at Clove's body. There hadn't been a cannon fire, that meant she was still breathing.

He fell to his knees beside her. "Clove…" he whispered, "Clove please, wake up."

Her eyelids fluttered. "Cato?" everything sounded distant to her. "I'm sorry. It was the Eleven boy, he grabbed me…"

"Shhh. It's okay. You're going to be fine." Tears welled in his eyes as a cannon sounded, taking Clove's life with it. Anger again raged through him. "That boy. He's going to pay."