Woo finally! This one was tough to write, I tried to describe what happened as accurate as I good so I leave it up to you to decide if I had done a good job or not. (criticize me! :D) R&R :)

Lera sprinted after Cato as fast as she could despite her injury. She stopped, wondering if she should grab her sai who was now lying just a meter away from Clove's dead body. One of its wings was broken from the hit of Two's weapon. Lera watched it and remembered the fight with that girl, the knife that was in her back which wounded her and she was now bleeding and finally how Thresh crushed her skull. The tribute couldn't stand the view anymore and decided to continue without it even if it meant losing her life.

Cato kept running without taking any time to rest. Thresh was somewhere before him and he had to find him. He had to avenge Clove's death. When they announced that both of them can win, something within him crushed. The boy instantly realized it was a wall he has been building between himself and the others. A wall that only broke when Lera was around. But since they weren't from the same district, Cato had no other option but keep his distance. But Clove, who was standing right next to him, was a different matter. In order to earn her trust, in order for her to trust him, he had to open himself for her. To be honest with her and to truly respect her. Since he let that happen, he also began to care for her and look after her. Clove's death just crushed him, broke him down. He remembered himself he was being too soft and weak to let this happen, that nothing was guaranteed. Well, he had learnt that the hard way and he must avenge, just to get peace.

He only hopped that, in the time he's chasing Thresh someone else, maybe the Twelves or the girl from Five, would kill Lera so that he didn't have to do it. It better be the Lovers so that he could avenge her death, too and getting even more satisfaction by taking their pathetic lives.

It was late afternoon when Cato finally stopped to catch his breath. He was tired, his legs were shaking and his stomach was growing from hunger. No doubt Thresh had stopped, too but he could not continue anymore.

He laid himself down, pressing his back against a tree and taking tiny sips of water from the nearby river. He watched the sky in order to find some solution even though it was not imprinted there. Tiredness flooded him and his eyelids closed.

When he woke up again the stars were sparkling, giving and taking hope. Clove's face watched him as it was shown, signalizing another death. But it was no ordinary death and it was all Cato's fault.

They had figured out a plan of their own by the time they realized they could both be victors: Clove would kill Four or Five. A couple of days later they have changed the conception: Clove could kill whoever she wants except for Thresh. If she put out a good show, that is. When the feast began, it was clear that she'd missed her chance to catch Five. Then it was Katniss who sprinted for her bag and she looked at him, her eyes asking the question she wouldn't dare to speak out loud.

- Go but made her suffer. – he had waved his hand off. It didn't matter anymore, the girl who scored an 11. It did only if she's dead and she would be- she stand no chance against Clove. Peeta was wounded badly and Cato doubted Katniss had brought him. She was most likely going on her own.

Then Thresh sprinted for his backpack and the tribute prepared himself. The plan was simple: his partner kills Katniss and he finishes off the black guy. There was only one problem: Lera who also ran for the Cornucorpia. Just as he assumed Clove headed out for her and his heart sank. There was nothing he could do but sit there and watch the fight. Who would win? He was afraid to bet.

And then Clove turned and Lera ran, trying to save herself. His partner threw a knife knocking the girl he loves on the ground. Was she dead? Was she? Was she?

He stood up but didn't move, his eyes scattering, his mind didn't want to believe it, his heart pleaded.

Then he heard Clove shouting out his name and saw Thresh lifting her up in the air.

- Clove! – he shouted too but it was too late and he knew it. By the time he got there, Thresh and Katniss, whose life was spared, had flinched and his friend was lying, a slight moan escaping her lips. He laid down, whispered to her but knew it was hopeless. When a cannon fired he raised himself and saw Lera. So she was alive after all. And scared, scared to death. Cato clenched his lips because if he helped her he could never let her go. And he just couldn't afford to lose anyone else. Clove was more than enough.

So he ran, ran to avenge her…

Lera also ran but her pain was increasing and she was forced to stop by dinner time. She finally had time to drink some water and open her backpack. There was a small crème- for her shoulder surely. Now, when she had run for hours it has hurt her so badly she wanted to cry. After spreading the medicine if felt better. A lot better but still not perfect, though. Her swelling disappeared but the pain was still there, though a lot reduced.

Her back was possibly bleeding- she didn't have an accurate sense anymore. All she knew was that she was hungry and forced herself to stand up and kill a flying bird which fell in front of her. Finally she could light a fire- no one was chasing her, she was sure.

She rested herself down by the river, the sound of the water putting her to sleep.

It was very early when Cato got up and continued chasing Thresh. The sun had not risen yet so he doubted the black guy would have made some great distance- he assumed he had stopped to rest around the time Cato did but hasn't got up yet. He walked for hours and realized he was becoming very hungry. He hasn't eaten for more than 24 hours the last meal being with Clove. His throat contracted at that thought and he decided not to stop. First he would avenge his friend and then fill his stomach.

Around noon the woods ended, revealing a grassy open field. Cato stopped for a while, exploring his surroundings. The grass was high so it meant lots of animals would hide here. But Thresh was here, too, so it didn't matter. The blonde assumed the end of the arena was here somewhere so if he continued to walk the Gamemakers would make him come back. He put out his sword and stepped into the field.

He walked carefully, watching and expecting Thresh to jump out of somewhere. He couldn't be far and he knew he couldn't continue forever. Cato thought he had only made him follow so that he has advantage.

Suddenly he heard movement and his body straightened ready to fight. But it was just a squirrel that jumped out right next to him.

- Pathetic creature. – he hissed.

Cato had no luck finding Thresh. His enemy, however, did.

The guy from Eleven was walking slowly and as soundless as he could towards the sleeping boy. He had seen him the day before, wandering around, trying to find him. Cato was strong though and even it was a "girlish" thing to kill someone who's asleep Thresh didn't mind. As soon as he got to live.

He raised his weapon to take Cato's live and whispered "I'm sorry". Unfortunately for him, his words woke the boy and he was able to defend himself in the last second. He hadn't heard the words, just something which was enough to save his life.

- Finally I've found you, Thresh.

He lashed towards his throat but missed as Eleven retreated forcing another attack.

By noon there was no victor and it had begun to rain. Their clothes, their muscles, everything was becoming heavy to bear. The rain was making it harder to see and to move as their feet sunk in the mud. None of them gave up though and they continued to fight to survive. Cato's eyes showed rage and hatred while Thresh was just saving his own ass. They both doubted if it was worth it.

Cato's sword rose once again to dodge a blow and he knew Clove would be glad he avenged her. But what happened after that? He didn't dare to ask. He saw no one in the sky last night so Lera is still alive somewhere. Is she fighting against Katniss and Peeta? It's not fair: two against one. But if she does win what happens? He would have to kill her.

Thresh fell on his back and Cato prepared himself for the final blow but as he lashed, his opponent kicked his leg, throwing him off balance and making him fall on the ground. Cato lost his blade who was now lying at a distance of one meter. But before he could grab it Thresh slashed and the boy was forced to crawl back, avoiding the upcoming strokes.

He crawled backwards, avoiding the death shots at his head in mere inches, unable to spin or grab his weapon to contra-attack. Cato instantly knew it was over- it will be as soon as he touches a tree.

And he did.

His back pressed itself against the wet bark and he waited for the final blow.

Thresh raised his weapon but stopped. Cato's eyes watched as a knife showed itself from his back, piercing his heart with a deadly accuracy. The guy from Eleven dropped his weapon, looking at the wound. His throat filled with blood, which was starting to come out of the cut, too. He fell on the ground, dead.

Cato couldn't believe what he saw. What has happened?

Then, he heard a tired breathing and his eyes focused on Lera, about fifteen meters away, exhausted from running, her hand pressed against a tree for balance.