Ah sadness to come :'( Anyway, thanks for the reviews and favorites and alerts, means a lot to me!

Again, Disclaimer: Characters and stories aren't mine still ;( although I love them, they belong to Suzanne Collins, but you knew that.

I'm snapped back into reality as I feel the sharp sting of the knife cutting my skin "Ow!" I whisper, jerking my hand away from the blade and frowning at the cut in the tip of my finger which is now dripping blood. I stick my finger in my mouth, trying to ease the pain, wondering when the feast is going to start...and then I realize it already has. I hadn't noticed at first that the area around me was much lighter, still dim, but it was definitely dawn. "Damn it." I push off of the tree quickly, running the small distance to the edge of the forest and watching as the girl with the red hair disappears into the forest. I curse silently at myself. I missed my chance to kill her, now Cato and I will have to hunt her down. I bite my lip in anger, drawing a knife in each hand and tasting blood as I stand behind a tree to keep hidden as I watch. Katniss should be coming soon. She wouldn't give up an opportunity like this, that isn't her style.

It's only a few moments before I see her, sprinting full speed toward the table in front of the cornucopia. I jump out from behind the tree, running after her and throwing my first knife. I curse silently as she deflects the knife with her bow, sending it to the ground. She must have known I was coming. I should have expected what happens next as I see the arrow heading for me, and I try to dodge it completely, turning my body. I feel a sharp stabbing pain as it embeds itself in my left arm, digging into me near the muscle. I stop momentarily, hissing quietly at the pain as I pull out the arrow, throwing it to the ground and pulling open the sleeve of my jacket. It's not too deep or too bad. After those few moments are taken up to take in the damage, I look up again, transferring the second knife to my right hand, ready to throw.

Running toward her again, I throw my second knife and watch it hit the side of her forehead, making a deep cut. I grin as I see the blood gushing down, and easily doge the next arrow, barreling into her. She lets out a sound of struggle and tries to get away, but I easily have her pinned, digging my knees into her shoulders and feet into her hands. My weight is enough, and distributed evenly enough to keep her down. She should give up now, I have her exactly where I want her and I mean to savor the moment.

Leaning down to be closer to her I start talking, my voice a taunting purr. "Where's your boyfriend, district 12? Still hanging on?" I coo with a smile.

"He's out there now, hunting Cato" She nearly growls up at me, raising her head slightly, then screaming, "Peeta!"

I quickly smash my fist into her throat, effectively cutting off her screams and depriving her of air. Panic fills me for a moment. If she's telling the truth and Peeta really is here, better, I could be in Danger…But he wouldn't be better by now. He's probably almost dead. After a minute or so, no Peeta comes and I turn back to her, grinning. "Liar. He's nearly dead. Cato knows where he cut him. You've probably got him strapped up in some tree while you try to keep his heart going" I continue with the taunting voice as earlier, soft, cooing, trying to get a reaction out of her. "What's in the pretty little backpack? That medicine for Love Boy? Too bad he'll never get it." I contort my expression into sorrow, pretending to have sympathy, then the grin returns. I'm going to enjoy this, take my time, nice and slow for The Girl on Fire. The girl who took away our sponsors, who thought she was better than us. The girl the man I love hates, and thus I hate too. Yes, I don't think I'll be having much mercy for her.

I bring my fingers to the edge of my jacket, pulling the right side open and waving my fingers around, trying to select the right knife. A wide grin comes to my face as I take out one I've been saving, just for her. A wickedly curved knife with a cruel, sharp, almost delicate blade. It's light weight, easy to work with, definitely not for throwing, much more useful for a carving session like we're going to have. "I promised Cato if he let me have you, I'd give the audience a good show." She struggles, trying to get me off of her, but of course it's no use, I have her trapped. "Forget it District Twelve." I nearly hiss, keeping my knees dug into her shoulders "We're going to kill you just like we did your pathetic little ally….what was her name? The one who hopped around in the trees? Rue?" I tip my head with a small smirk at the fiery look in her eyes. I've struck a chord. "Well first Rue, then you, and then I think we'll just let nature take care of Lover Boy. How does that sound?" She keeps her mouth shut, lips pressed tightly together as she refuses to give me an answer.

I take her face in my left hand, wiping carelessly at the blood trickling down from her wound. "Now, where to start?" I turn her face harshly from side to side, looking at every part of it, trying to figure out how I want to begin this gory session. Katniss attempts to bite my hand and I roughly grab her hair, forcing her head back to the ground and holding it there "I think…" I tip my head back and forth contemplating, then grin "I think we'll start with your mouth." I give a small laugh as she clamps her mouth shut in defiance. I trace the tip of the knife lightly around the outline of her lips, fingers itching to get started. But I need to take my time with this, really make her pay for our humiliation. She stares me in the eyes, a hard, murderous look in them which makes me feel only more accomplished. "Yes, I don't think you'll have much use for your lips anymore. Want to blow Lover Boy one last kiss?" I provoke her.

I'm not expecting it as she spits in my face, covering it with her saliva and blood that has run into her mouth. I make a sound between a scream of rage and a disgusted shriek. Rage fills me and I wipe across my face with one of my sleeves to clear the mess. "Alright then. Let's get started." I growl, gripping the handle of the knife and making the first cut in the top of her lip with the tip of the knife. As I'm about to continue, I feel my body lifted upward and I let out a surprised scream. Panic fills me, along with complete, utter desperation and fear. There's only one person in this arena that could have a hold on me at this moment. Thresh. Cato must not have found him in time, or must have misjudged where he was. I continue to scream, kicking my legs, trying to get free…but it's no use. He's bigger and stronger than I am.

After minutes of dangling from his arms, a foot off the ground, he turns me and throws me carelessly. I feel my breath leave me for a moment as I make contact with the grassy floor of the arena, and as soon as it's regained I stare up at him, breathing quickened, dread filling me. I jump slightly as he shouts at me "What'd you do to that little girl? You kill her?"

I begin to scramble backward frantically, my feet slipping, causing me to fall flat on my back a few times. How did he get to me? Cato was supposed to find him, he was supposed to kill him, we were so sure we knew where he would be. I'm in shock. "No! No, it wasn't me!" I reply, still in a frenzy to get away from it all. I'm nowhere near my knives…where is Cato?

He speaks again, harshly, as loud as before "You said her name. I heard you. You kill her?" I shake my head, breathing heavily and trying to snap out of it, to get up and run. Another thought must have occurred to him, I realize, as I notice the look on his face reflect even more rage than before "You cut her up like you were going to cut up this girl here?"

"No! No, I-" I'm done for…he has a rock that is roughly the size of a loaf of bread. I lose it, feeling more desperate than before. "Cato! Cato!" I scream. I don't think I've ever screamed louder in my life. The rock makes contact with my skull and I know I'm a goner. I hit the ground, moaning at the pain, and I hear his voice vaguely, calling for me, "Clove!" Memories begin to flash through my head...When Glimmer kissed him and he literally had to lift me off the ground and hold me captive to keep me from slitting her throat before the games even started. The first time I saw him in district 2, standing triumphantly over another young boy he had won a fight with. When he kissed me for the first time the other night, holding me gently as if he would hurt me, and not letting go as if he was afraid I wasn't real...and now it will all be gone. I'll never get my life with Cato. Never live with him in the victors' village. Never hear him ask me for my hand in marriage. Never get the chance to have an argument over whether we want children, then cry at the sight of a young child in my arms with both of our features. All of it gone in the blink of an eye. I wish he were here. I wish I had told him how I felt. I wish he could hold me one more time and tell me it would be alright. Kiss me one more time like I so long for him to. I can feel the blood inside my head, pooling around my brain as I bleed out internally. I hear him again, "Clove…" his voice is pained, he knows I'm on the ground now. 'He'll never know I love him' I think to myself as I mouth 'I love you…' Never getting to finish the sentence with his name as my vision blurs to darkness, forever.