Clove's POV
I wake up to Katniss and Peeta frantically shaking me. I have no idea what's going on, and the only thing I can register is the scared look on Katniss' face.
"What is it, love?" I say to Katniss.
"Cato. He's hunting us because he thinks we're torturing you or something. He was outside the cave a minute ago. I was hunting and he saw me. We have to move!" she splutters.
I stand up and slowly walk to the entrance of the cave, when Cato comes crashing through the bushes. Without thinking, I grab Katniss by the wrist, and run, leaving Loverboy on his own. Screw him. I have to keep Katniss safe. Two can win, and it's going to be us. The last thing I see is Cato lunging at Loverboy.
"We have to go back!" Katniss cries.
"We can't, I'm not letting you get hurt." I say harshly.
"Please!" Katniss whimpers.
I sigh, and let go of her arm.
"Wait here." I command.
She nods weakly, and sits down by a tree. I quickly run back, and see Cato pinning Loverboy to the ground. Loverboy can see me, and I can tell he's scared. Cato stabs Loverboy in the leg, causing him to cry out in pain. Before he can do anything else, I throw a knife, which lodges itself in Cato's back. He roars in pain and anger, and turns to see his assailant. I smirk, and a look of betrayal crosses his face, he lunges at me, but a second too late, as the second knife implants itself in his skull. He drops to the ground, and a cannon booms. I casually stroll over to a trembling Loverboy, and slowly but surely, lead him to where Katniss is.
"You saved him." says a bewildered Katniss.
I nod. I'd honestly do anything for her. Even if it involved risking my life in the process.
"Thank you." murmurs Loverboy.
"Thank Katniss." I say.
"Huh?" he replies.
"If it wasn't for her, I've let Cato slice you up." I say.
Katniss decides it's a good time to change the subject. Can't say I disagree.
"Who's left now?" she asks.
"The girl from five and the boy from eleven." I say.
"How are we going to do this?" asks Peeta.
"Do what?" asks Katniss.
"Take them out." I say.
Loverboy nods, and Katniss stares at him.
"Peeta, what the hell?" she yells.
Katniss' POV
I can't believe Peeta. He's already making plots to kill the other tributes. These games have changed him. A lot. I grab Clove, and storm off, leaving him on the ground, injured and unable to move. I hope another tribute 'takes him out'.
"Tributes! There will be a feast tomorrow, at the Cornucopia. Each of you needs something, desperately. We plan on being generous hosts. Be at the Cornucopia for sunrise." booms Claudius Templesmith's voice.
Clove turns to me.
"We have to go." she says.
"Why? We have everything we need." I say.
"This feast is to draw us together. If we go, we can guarantee we'll be out of the arena tomorrow." she says.
I consider her logic for a while, and decide to go for it.
By sunrise, we're at the Cornucopia. A table, with 4 individual backpacks is visible on the plain, each with a number on it. There's on with a 2 on, for Clove, considering Cato is dead. The other 3 packs have the numbers 5, 11 and 12 on. I'm almost certain that the thing in my district's pack is medicine for Peeta's leg. It's almost funny how, as soon as it's healed from Clove's attack a while ago, Cato decides to injure him there. As if on cue, Peeta is hobbling out, desperate to get the table. Before I can stop her, Clove is running at him, and pinning him to the ground. What happens next is a blur. I see a huge shape towering over Clove and Peeta, and suddenly, Clove is hanging six feet off the air, imprisoned in Thresh's grasp.