HEY GUYS! I'm so sorry for such a long wait for me to update! I've been sooo busy lately and I just haven't had time to update. Plus I didn't really have a computer :/. But here's the new chapter! I've been working so hard on it! I hope you guys enjoy!
The only Careers left, were Cato and Clove, and I was the lucky one who got to spend their last few hours or days with them. Yay. -_-. We had been wandering around the arena for quite some time, trying to find a good place to camp out now, since the the Cornucopia was no longer an option after Katniss and Rue had blown it up .
Cato and Clove were talking about a strategy as to how to take out Katniss and Peeta, the only other team, Thresh, Foxface and the District 9 boy; he was the one who 'attacked' me during the week of training. He somehow managed to survive these games so far without his district partner who was killed at the Cornucopia during the bloodbath. While they had been discussing, I had been sulking in my own sadness. For the loss of Breckin and now Rue and Marvel. They were the only people in this game that I trusted apart from Katniss and Peeta and now, they're all gone. Just like that. Poof.
Thoughts about just killing myself and ending this torcher now were going through my head when a voice wafting over the entire arena, interrupted my thoughts.
"Attention Tributes! Attention! Commencing at sunrise, there will be a feast tomorrow at the Cornucopia. This will be no ordinary occasion. Each of you need something, desperately. We plan to be," He stopped to chuckle a little under his breath causing me to roll my eyes, "Generous hosts."
I lifted my head up to look at Clove and Cato who were both looking at each other questioningly, when Cato's face lit up with realization. "Your medicine," He spoke.
"Yeah, but that's only for me. What about you guys?" I said making Cato and Clove have to think again. When Cato thinks, his eyebrows curve down a little and his nose crinkles up, almost like he's mad. But even when he's mad, he's still so beautiful.
"I don't know, but tomorrow, I'm going to find out," Clove said with a smirk, thirsty for more blood.
A disgusted look appeared on my face when I saw how excited she was to murder whoever stepped into the Cornucopia when she did.
"And I'll stay with you, Colton," Cato stated.
"No. I still don't trust you," I snarled. A look of irritation appeared on his face, but he ignored my comment apart from that.
After the announcement, the Gamekeepers made the arena go dark, meaning it was nighttime and now us three were stuck with no where to rest for the night. Clove angrily stomped away still trying to find a safe place for us for the night. I stayed back waiting for Cato's reaction.
Peering up at the tall beaut in front of me, he looked down at me too. Our eyes connected for a mere second before I backed away and continued my stare at the ground.
"Come on," Cato said softly to me and started walking slowly in front of me. "Let's go," He finished. Nodding my head in agreement I walked side by side with him.
After another half hour, we came across a field of what looked like wheat. We decided that was as safe as it would get considering the wheat went up to my mid-chest. We made our way through the field until we came across a tall tree.
"This is as good as it'll get," Cato said in a leaders voice. Both Clove and I agreed, and we set up our sleeping bags, preparing to sleep. We had all been very worn from today's events. Losing one of our own, and for me, losing Rue.
"I can take first shift," I volunteered. Clove smirked at me impressed that I was actually doing something. Cato opened his mouth to disagree, but I gave him a look saying 'I don't care what you say' and he shut his mouth and opened his sleeping bag. Cato and Clove fell asleep the instant their heads hit the ground and I began my long three hour shift.
I sat down with my back against the large tree and put the sleeping bag over my legs. Putting my head back against the tree, I listened to the soundless night. No action, just the sound of nature. A smile crept on my face because this reminded me of many nights in District 4.
Since Finnick's house was so big in District 4, he had a balcony that I would spend many nights sitting out on. Just to think about my mom, the games or anything. Many times I would sit out there after watching the games. It was just a way to clear my mind.
After about two hours of my shift, I had realized I wasn't holding onto my sword and that it was just laying dead next to me. Reaching over to pick it up, a foot slammed it back on the ground, making me jump. Looking up, I saw the person I had never wanted to see again.
District 9.
I crept back, scared of what he would do to me.
"Well, well, well, look who we have here," He said mischievously. He crouched down next to me and grabbed my chin with his thumb, but I whisked my head away to the other direction before he could react.
"Aww, don't be like that baby," He said teasingly and tried to grab my face again, but I continued to turn away. The third time though, he outsmarted me. "Come on babe," He said through gritted teeth and grabbed my head with both hands, forcing me to look at him. "Ahhh, that a girl," He said smirking.
"What do you want?" I hissed.
"I just want you to be mine," He said angrily. I peered over at the sleeping Cato, he looked so precious and perfect and innocent when he slept. If only he could help me know, but I knew if I screamed, it would all be over for me. I tried to think of a quick plan, when I saw my sword right between District 9's legs that I could grab.
"Well sucks cause you can't have me," I whisper yelled. That's when he got real mad. In the little light I had, I could see his eyebrows had curved in and his face was starting to turn red. He now placed his hands on my neck.
"I won't be yours!" I said. He got even more mad and started squeezing my neck. I could feel the air quickly leaving my body, and I was soon completely running out of air.
"That's funny. I thought I heard you say no!" He said now starting to yell and tightening his grip more making me gasp for air. I started reaching for the knife while looking District 9 directly in the eyes. I had managed to get my fingertips on it and slowly started to drag it over to me, but I guess he caught.
"Ah Ah Ah. You trying to kill me?" I could only imagine how Finnick was feeling right now, watching me die. The hurt and pain he must be feeling, watching as every drop of oxygen and stolen from me. I could only hope that he knows I love him and keeps going in life and doesn't grieve over me too much. I peered over to look at Cato for the last time before District 9 killed me, but what was peculiar, was when I looked over to see Cato, all I saw was his sleeping bag. Where did he go? Maybe my eyes were just playing tricks on me.
"Bad move bitch," he said as he was about to cut the rest of my air off, when the next time I know, his head is rolling around on the ground, and I can breath again.
Coming to realization that I could now catch my breath, I knelt down on my hands and knees and started gasping for air, trying to capture as much as I possibly could in my lungs. Next thing I know, I'm in Cato's arms, straddling him and he's rubbing my back trying to comfort me. We sat like this for a couple minutes until I heard a scoff coming from what I assumed was Clove. Looking over at her, I saw her roll her eyes and throw herself back down on the ground.
After I caught my breath, I looked up at Cato and for the first time, his icy blue eyes, were soft and full of worry. "Are you okay?" He whispered, concerned.
"Yeah. I'm fine," I put my head back down onto his shoulder and he held me tightly again.
"You almost died," He stated. Pulling away from him, I looked him dead in the eye again.
"Thank you," I whispered and pecked his cheek. I looked into his eyes to find a sign of anything and the next thing I knew, my lips and his were connecting and all I could feel were sparks, even fireworks going off; it felt as if we were the only two people here. He was my moon and I his sun. We fit together perfectly.
When I admitted to myself that I was in love with Breckin, I didn't know that even though I felt like I loved him, I was still falling for Cato, but even harder. My feelings towards him grew like a wildfire. Like a flame I couldn't just contain in a jar. No. I had to let him know, let everybody know, that he was mine.
When we finally pulled apart, he pecked my forehead and my cheeks.
"Do you trust me now?" He breathed out. I chuckled a little and answered with the nod of my head. "Good," He spoke. "Because I-," he was cut off because I sneezed a little, making him laugh. After that he just dropped whatever he was going to say.
"Is my guarding shift over?" I teased creating a small chuckle from Cato.
"Yeah. Take my sleeping bag and get warm. I don't want you getting anymore sick, okay? You're already burning," He stated. I put the back of my hand to my forehead and felt it. Damn, he was right. I was burning.
"Okay," I said as I crawled over to his sleeping bag and brought it a little closer to him. I shut my eyes right when I laid down cause I was so drained from todays events. "Protect me," I whispered.
"I'll always protect you," Was the last thing I heard as I drifted off to sleep.