So after numerous requests, I decided to write one from the hound's POV. Hope it turned out good!
Kill. Kill.
The urge to kill is the just about the only thought in my brain right now. And it's so much stronger because I can remember everything. I need to kill Lover Boy for his betrayal. I need to kill District 12 for causing my death.
And I need to kill Cato for killing me.
As I and the twenty other hounds are raised from the underground into the arena, I immediately spot him. Cato.
He's slowly pacing in the woods, with the air of searching for someone. Or two someones. Not anymore. The hunter is about to become the hunted.
I begin to snarl and howl. Around me, the pack follows my lead. I don't care if he knows we're coming. He's going to die anyway.
Cato hears us and whips around. His pupils dilate and fill with raw terror at the sight of us. Good. His fear only makes me stronger…
Cato begins to sprint away from us, and we follow him closely, snapping at his heels. I'm in my rightful place at the front of the pack…I'm ready to kill.
Before long, we come to the lake. We see Lover Boy and District 12 there already. District 12 shoots an arrow at Cato, but Cato just sprints right past them, and heads to the Cornucopia. The other two follow him.
District 12 turns around briefly and sends an arrow flying into Blace, who is right next to me. He goes down, but that won't stop us. There are still twenty more of us…
Before we can reach the Cornucopia though, District 12 and Cato are already up. I catch hold of Lover Boy's leg though, and rip a gaping hole in it. Blood starts pouring from the wound, but he somehow manages to climb up the horn. No matter. They will all die shortly…
Next to me, Atara goes down. Another victim of a District 12 arrow. As she dies, she opens up gashes on a few other mutts, but I manage to avoid her talons.
The three are all almost out of reach now up on the horn. Now, it's time for a plan…
I bark to the pack, "Back up! Make room! Glimmer, see if you can jump to where they are on the horn."
Glimmer yips back, "Yes, Clove!" Good. I like obedience.
We all back up, and Glimmer springs onto the horn. However, she doesn't make it to where the three are. She just becomes another victim of District 12.
New plan. To the pack, I bark, "Split into two groups! We'll divide their attention from multiple sides!"
The hounds bark agreement. Half of us go to one side, the other half to the other side. And we try and launch ourselves at the three still up on the horn. But to no avail.
Now I'm getting frustrated. I want my kill. Or kills.
From his position next to me, Thresh growls, "Clove. Tell them to make room. I can do it."
I do as he says, and we all make room. Thresh then takes a flying leap onto the horn, to the level of where the three are at. I feel the stirrings of success, but it doesn't last. Thresh falls back to the ground, an arrow in his throat.
The pack and I continue to try and leap up, but we're not succeeding. None of us have the same leg strength as Thresh. But we do see Cato holding Peeta in a headlock, with Katniss pointing her bow and arrows at them both.
The pack's howls become more frenzied. We can smell it. Someone is about to come to us.
The arrow from District 12's bow pierces Cato's hand, and he releases Peeta and falls down to us. He gets up immediately and pulls out a sword. He yells, "You'll never get me without a fight!"
I snarl at him, "It won't be a fight. It will be a slaughter…for you." Even though I know there's no way he can understand me…
We circle him, clawing and tearing at him. Our claws meet metal and some other material, something on his body. He must have some armor! So, that's what was in that pack at the feast…
The memory of the feast only serves to heighten my resolve. As Rue's head flies away from her body, a victim of Cato's sword, I seize the opportunity to swipe at Cato's legs. I tear through the armor, and Cato stumbles. Around him, the others take the chance to claw at the other parts of his body. The arms. The torso. The head. Everywhere.
Eventually, Cato hits the ground. Us remaining mutts grab him, and drag him back into the Cornucopia. Time for some fun…
Before we start work on him, a Gamemaker's voice booms through my head, "Take your time on him. The people are loving this. Make him suffer."
And he shall. Now I take my revenge in full. I teasingly claw up his mouth, his hands, and his eyes. I put on a great show, only with claws, not knives. I give the audience the show with Cato that I never got the chance to give with District 12. This chance now more than makes up for that missed opportunity…
As the night wears on, Cato's moans of pain become increasingly more frequent. The mutts and I show him no mercy, as we continue to work away on him. Near dawn, Cato makes a last ditch effort to open the remainder of his one eye left. That eye finds my mine, and with a jolt of recognization, he whispers, "Clove. Please…"
Pleading is for the weak. With relish, I tear out his one eye. My howl of joy comes at the same time as his cry of agony…
At dawn, I hear the voice in my head again, "That's enough. The other two are coming now to finish him off. Exit the Cornucopia."
So the remainder of the mutts and I follow the orders of the Gamemakers. Just before we enter the newly-appeared hole that will take us away, the last thing I see is the final arrow entering Cato's skull.
I'll be seeing you soon, Cato…
So here ends this story officially now. Please, please review!