A/N: Okay, here's Ch. 4. I might add more chapters, but that will not happen for a while. So please enjoy!
D/C: blah blah blah, stop making me say that i don't won stuff. Because I don't. There. Happy?
C/: I Do own this, blah blah, don;t steal, blah blah.
Clove's POV
As Thresh reaches down to grab me, I quickly plunge the knife into the soft area below Katniss' rib cage. I hear her cry out in pain. It might not be that exciting for the audience, but Katniss will die slowly, and she will hurt. Thresh lifts me up into the air, locking me in a death grip. Suddenly, he flips me over and flings me onto the hard ground. I hear the sickening crunch of bones as I land, and I gasp in surprise.
"What'd you do to that little girl? You kill her?" Thresh booms. I wince at his loud words.
"No! No, it wasn't me!" Maybe I can make him understand that it wasn't me who killed Rue, it was Marvel, and then maybe he will let me live.
"I heard you say her name! You kill her?" His voice is twisted with rage, and, I think, sorrow.
"No! No, I-" God, I sound pathetic. But as soon as I see the large stone in his hand, I loose it. "Cato!" I screech. "Cato!"
"Clove!" I hear him reply, but I know he won't make it in time. Thresh brings the rock down hard against my skull. I feel a rush of blood, and even the slightest movement feels like it's going to end me. The pain is excruciating, I've never felt pain like this before.
I can't help it; big fat tears fall down my cheeks. Black starts to edge my vision. I am praying for death, hoping it comes soon to end this nightmare. I hear Katniss beside me, also dying. Cato is by my side holding my hand. I'm not going to win these Games, but I've taken out Katniss, meaning that Lover Boy will follow soon. I've made it easier for Cato to win, and that boy needs all the help he can get. He owes me one, or maybe two, because I've taken out two tributes with one knife.
My pain starts to ease, just a little, but one tiny blink brings on a whole new wave. Very gently, I reach a hand up to my skull and feel the deep depression the rock made in the bone. Blood trickles from a small gash in the dent. I hear Katniss take a deep breath, and then silence is all around. Her cannon fires.
The black around my vision starts to expand, and little silver sparkles are disorienting my vision. My hair is sticky with red blood. I know my time in theses Games is almost done. Soon, I will be joining Katniss. And I have no clue what to say to her. I'll probably gloat about killing her, knowing me. At least I won't die for nothing; I will always be remembered as the girl who extinguished Panem's favorite pair of tributes, as the girl who put out the spark, as the girl who murdered the Star-Crossed Lovers of District 12. My district will have another winner this year.
"Clove, please stay with me," I hear softly from above. Sorry Cato, I can't. You better win now, or I swear I'll haunt you until the day you die. And then I will make your after-life miserable.
I take one last sweet breath of sickly, bloody smelling air, I feel Cato's tears dripping down my face. Then the black and the sparkles take over, and my cannon fires.
Well, that's that, for now. I might add later. But for now, this is the end. Also, I am looking for a Beta for my newest story that I am about to publish. If you are interested, please tell me in a PM or a review. Thanks.