Okay! Hope you like this! It's a real shocker.
Cato's P.O.V
"No!" Clove shouts, and we both look at her. "Just kill me Cato. Please!"
She jumps down, stumbling, her leg weakened. My fault.
I lift my axe.
Clove! No!
I bring it down on her head.
Rue's P.O.V
All I can do is scream. Maybe a lone tribute will come finish Cato off.
"THRESH!" I scream
Clove's P.O.V
I fall to the ground, and my eyes begin to close, slowly.
I didn't expect death to be this way.
I didn't want to die this way. I didn't want to die now.
I wanted to die, surrounded by family, live a long, happy life.
Instead I've lived 15 years of misery.
My eyes shut, and I begin to sleep.
Cato's P.O.V
Clove falls to the ground, and while my body is distracted, I take my chance, and rip open the back of my neck. I grab something solid and pull it out.
In my palm is a small metal bug.
I throw it to the ground and stand on it, crushing it.
I remember what I've done.
I rush to Clove, wrapping my arms around her small frame, cradling her to my chest. I feel a soft thud.
Her heart is still beating, shallowly.
"Rue! Grab the medical kit!" I screech.
She just looks at me, terrified.
"Ask questions later! Just do it!" I yell.
She darts into the bushes.
I look at Clove. She is beautiful, even in death. The axe is still lodged in her skull. The knife is still in her leg. I caused these wounds. But I didn't. But I did. I will always have this guilt, of hurting her. More than anyone else in the arena. But I have hurt her more inside. I have broken her heart.
The boom of a cannon causes me to panic.
I shake Clove, but her eyes remain closed. I hug her. Burying my face in her hair.
I feel another small thud.