A/N I feel so bad killing Katniss, Suzanne has basically sewn Katniss's heart together with all of her fans, she really knows how to make a person from an idea… what did you guys think… two more chapters until the Clato story: Catching fire… or something close to that name I'll let you know later.
My body sways as the rock lifts and rises on the water. I blink myself awake noticing the burning sun for the first time. We had fallen asleep waiting for the capitol to pick us up. I tap Cato, knowing him well enough to know when he's fake sleeping.
His eyes open. "We won." He says running his fingers across my soft ebony waves. "But we shouldn't still be here." He says softly. I nod, wanting so badly to say. "No duh, caption obvious." Cato's lips press into a smile his features strong and sturdy.
"I'm kinda up for another lazy day." I say as we reach the beach, the small toasted trees still release a soft amount of smoke. I sit up glancing at the shining metal. "The horn of plenty still sits." I say looking at the metal that sits half covered in sand.
The small clear sound echoes. "Attention, attention tributes." A crisp voice starts. I roll my eyes leaning lazily against Cato. "There's been a slight… eh, rule change." He continues. I roll my eyes pulling out the last two blades that sit in my pocket. Cato grabs one glancing at me. "Mutants." He whispers. I raise a brow.
A small syringe falls from my back pocket. Cato grips the hot metal… "The previous revision allowing two victors from the same district has been…. Eh, Mm, Revoked." He announces.
My heart begins to thud in my chest the blood in my ears comes to a piping hot red. It was my fault for being trapped so deep into the spell of the capitol that I hadn't suspected anything.
I wasn't as if Cato and I were stupid, we weren't as dumb as our ego's made us out to be… but the Capitol had the ruling hand, they had made the rule for their little lovers, and now that those pieces to the games were heading back home, why would they still keep the rule. I glance at Cato his eyes streak with tears.
I look down spotting my last two blades. "No!" I cry out as he makes a sly quick move. I try to push him away from the sharp blades , kicking them across the charred grass. Cato knocks me over. "Were not fighting!" I say holding him in my arms. "They promised us, only savages break promises." I say.
"You have to fight." A voice calls. Cato glances at me. "No!" I say standing up. "Though dark may fall, through darkness light will shine!" I yell lifting my blade. "As they believe! The darkness is the light!" Cato joins me. "District two sticks together." I say tacking his hand.
Cato smiles warmly. "Fighting to the death is better than what will happen if you don't." The voice says. Cato lifts the other blade. I smile watching him swing it. I turn from him looking at the water that sits in a dark pool in the middle of the arena.
I hear a familiar sound of a blade breaking through flesh. "Cato!" I yell. "I'm not waiting to see who the odds favor Clove." He winces in pain, his arm sits covered in a deep black blood the reeking smell sweet and rusty. I cry, my throat dry as a cats tongue. I bite my lip.
"They aren't getting either of us then." I say a tear falls onto my soft worn out boots. My dark blood runs down my arm, coating my hand in a glove of blood. Cato rips off his shirt. "Go home!" He orders. I shake my head. "Cato, I won't." I shudder. He takes my arm yanking the freckled limb into his arm. "No!" I yell pulling away. "I won't leave without you." I cry, spraying blood all over his face. "One of us has to go home! They have to have a victor." Cato insists.
I gulp. "No." I say dropping my weapon. "They don't." I march towards him. I snatch the vile of poison from the ground. "No!" I take his hand. "We each split it, we both go down." I say breaking it open, an orange liquid spills onto the ground. Cato holds out his blade wiping the poison on it. I take the other blade swiftly.
"Trust me." I order. He stares me in the eyes the feeling so real I want to remain in this statement of love, I wouldn't survive reality without him. I had already been loop when he was around, how would I act when he was gone?
I take his arm, holding out my own. "What if only one dies?" He asks. I cough. "Will they take that risk?" Cat blinks. "Together?" He asks softly. I nod my brows rising. "Together." I say. "I love you Clove." He says softly. I steady myself. "Three," I start with a soft hast breath. "Two." Cat says. We meet eyes for the last time. "One!"
I hold the blade against my skin. "Stop! – Stop!" The voice calls. I smile looking over. "Ladies and gentlemen…" I look up at the sky. "May I present the winners…? Of the seventy fourth annual hunger games." I look over to Cato. "Did you cut?" I ask. He shakes his head dropping his blade. "Cato!" I rush to him wrapping my arms around him. We sway lightly as he hugs me tighter than ever. I cry on his bare chest my tears tickle his vein covered structure as we wait to be picked up.
A/N be sure to read the Epilogue later today.