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Cato POV:
I stand there, hugging my fiancé tightly. After seeing the blood around her crotch, I know she must has miscarried. I feel her small sobs and I hear slight crying, my Clove never cries. I look her in the eyes and use the pad of my thumb to wipe off the tears.
"Hey, it's going to be okay," I whisper in her ear. She shakes her head, as if to say that it's not going to be okay, then she cries some more. I hug her tight, we need to support each other. I feel a lump in my throat, the baby would be our first start a a family, at a life outside of being victors. I let a tear fall, if I cry Clove will think that I think that it's her fault. I keep in my sobs and just let the tears fall onto her head. I look over at Katniss and Peeta. They're recovering and their about to get up. I kiss Clove's head, then I pull her back, wipe the tears out of her face, kiss her forehead, then lips. I look down to see more blood, I quickly remove my jacket and give it to her, she quickly understands and ties it around her waist. I look at my clover, she doesn't look like herself. Her shoulders are sagging, unlike the confident girl I met in district 2. She looks worn out and tired, giving up on the arena, the Clove I knew would put on her most sadistic smile and finish off the remaining tributes in the most painful way imaginable. The baby must have done a toll on her.
"What just happened?" asked Peeta, the more talkative one of the group. I decide not to answer him, neither does Clove. I put my hand on her back as if to say that I'm here.
"What happened?" Katniss asked. Clove just shook her head and looked down. I hope that she's not hurt, besides the miscarriage. I draw my sword, Clove just stands there, frozen in time. I better end this quickly. I sigh, advancing towards them, before I could register what was going on, Katniss had Clove in a headlock. Clove stood there, trying to pull away, she could if she tried, but she didn't have the energy.
"I'm sorry, I need to get home to my family. My sister will starve without me... long live the starcrossed lovers of District 2," she said, raising a knife about to slit Clove's throat. But my Clove quickly elbows Katniss, making her drop her knife in surprise. Clove picks it up, by that time, Katniss stands next to Peeta.
I grab Peeta quickly and put him in a position where I can throw him off anytime I want.
"Go on 12, shoot and your boyfriend gets it," I shout. Katniss grabs her bows and arrows and aims, looking for a good shot. I know that she can't get out of this alive, I smile. That's until I see a flash of brown and Clove tackles Katniss. I hear a moan of pain, I look around quickly, hoping that it's not from Clove. It's so dark that I can't see anything, but I can see two figures fighting. One of them has the upper hand with a knife, and one has another knife. Katniss is going to loose, knifes are Clove's specialty. Me and Peeta watch, hoping that our girl is not the one who ends up dead. All of a sudden a canon booms. I see a figure getting up.
"Cato," I hear Clove say. I smile until I see what's sticking out of her shoulder.
"Clove!" I say, I just let Peeta go, he drops to the ground with a thud. He has no weapon, so he has no chance of surviving. I hear his moans and groans of pain as he is ripped apart by the mutts, but all I care about is Clove.
"Cato, can you try to get it out?" Clove asks, motioning to the arrow sticking out of her shoulder.
"This might hurt," I say, grasping the end of the arrow.
"I've already had enough pain to last me a life time, I think that I can deal with an arrow," Clove says, smiling without humor. I quickly yank out the arrow, head and all. She yelps, but quickly recovers.
"What happened?" I ask, over Peetas screaming.
"Well I saw that Peeta was mouthing to Katniss to shoot your head, and she was about to, until I tackled her, the arrow hit my shoulder and we fought with knifes until I was able to gain the upper hand and slit her throat, she motions to the body close to us. I stand up and kick Katniss's body off the Cornucopia. Peeta's screams become more and more painful, I see Clove's face scrunched up.
"We can't leave him like that," Clove says, taking out one of her knifes.
"Why not?" I ask her.
"Because if I was in this situation, I would hope that someone would do the same for me," she replied. I held onto her as she leaned over the Cornucopia and launched the arrow in between his head, the cannon fired instantly.
"We win Clove!" I exclaim, holding her tightly. She holds my back tighter.
"Me and you win Cato, not 'we'," Clove says, looking down at her stomach. I smile softly and kiss her.
"Attention, the previous rule change has been revoked. There can only be one victor, good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor," I head Seneca Crane announce. Shit.
"Kill me Cato, I lost out baby, I know that you want to," Clove says, shoving the knife in my hands. I drop it in disgust.
"Kill you? What about me? I will be miserable without you Clove, you are my everything," I say.
"Well you can find another women and you can have children like you wanted Cato, kill me and you can be happy," she says sadly.
"Clove don't you get it, I love you. My world is with you. If you die, I die," I say, holding her hand.
"That's it Cato," she says clapping her hands.
"What's what?" I ask confused. She always comes up with he good ideas.
"We can kill each other, then they won't have a victor," she whispers in my ear. I look at her doubtfully.
"Do you trust me?" she asks me.
"100%" I answer truthfully.
"Okay, then trust me now," she says, taking out of her jacket poison berries.
"Clove, how did you get these?" I ask her, still looking at them.
"While we split up hunting, I found these, decided that we might need them."
"On three?" I ask. She nods, distributing the berries equally between us.
"One," she says, looking into my eyes.
"Two," I say, playing with her hair.
"Three," we say together, we are about to put them in our mouths when the gamemaker decided to speak up.
"Wait! I now pronounce the victors, Clove Sevina and Cato Wilson!" I smile, but Clove looks grim. The hovercraft comes and I let Clove go on before I do. I am off to the perfect life.
