Cato
Peeta, Lover boy, is good as dead. He's turning blue from the lack of oxygen. Katniss has her bow poised to shoot me. I laugh at her.
If she does shoot, and I go down, so does Peeta. I tell this to Katniss.
But, if I don't keep him alive, I can be guaranteed death.
Peeta reaches up towards my arm, but I don't care. He's too weak now. He traces something on my hand, but I'm not sure what. Wait… he drew… a cross…. an x.
Oh shit.
Katniss already has the arrow flying through the air. It comes in contact with my hand and I scream in pain and drop Peeta from my grip. We tumble backwards.
But Peeta gets caught by someone. Katniss.
No one catches me.
I fall and the mutts start to feast on me. The pain… it just hurts. Damn this body armor. And I can tell this is going to be a long night.
I pass out, slowly dying.