A/N- OK before we start, I'd like to give a massive shoutout to evilneevil for all her reviews ! Thank you SO much3 Sorry it's late, I've been in a show all week. I present to you, Chapter 14!

I blink. The light is dim. It must be late evening, which means I've been out for at least two hours. My heart is throbbing in my temples and my vision is slightly blurred. But I'm here. I'm alive.

"Clove! You're awake!" I hear Cato's voice. I realise that my head is resting in his lap and we're near the lake. He must have carried me.

"Yeah." I reply, smiling weakly.

"I killed Thresh. He wasn't going to get away with hurting you like that. I would've thought you were dead, if you hadn't kept mumbling in your sleep." Cato informs me.

This means that there are only three tributes left. I sit up and take the water Cato is offering to me. "We're in the final three." I state, my voice flat. I haven't forgotten Cato's promise. That my dad-or anyone else-will never hurt me again. Cato doesn't break his promises, but I don't know how he can possibly keep this one. I'm still scared to go home.

"I know." Cato says grimly. "We better get some sleep then, so we're ready for when they drive us together."

"Foxface." I wonder aloud, "We have to fight Foxface. Who would've thought?"

We crawl into the tent, exhausted. "She'll be like a walk in the park to get rid of." Cato stifles a yawn.

Something tells me not to count her out though.

...

I awake late the next morning, feeling much better and well rested for the first time in weeks. I sit up and sweep my hair out of my face.

Cato is still sleeping, so I decide to go to the lake and wash. I unzip the tent and head outside. Today's the day. The day we go home. I smile as I splash my face with the cold water. It feels good to wash away the thick layer of grime that has built up on my skin over the past few weeks.

"Clove?" Cato's worried voice comes from inside the tent.

"I'm here!" I call back, standing up and heading back to him.

Cato is already up with his sword in his belt. "I want to go and look for Foxface." He says "Enobaria sent us bodyarmour." Cato pulls two black, lycra-look suits from our backpack from the feast.

He holds the smaller one out to me and I pull it on over my tribute clothes.

"OK. Let's go." I say, picking up my knives.

...

"Cato, this is ridiculous." I slump to the floor and lean my head against a pine tree. "We've been searching for Foxface for hours. It's actually getting dark, and she could be anywhere. We need to rest."

"Clove, we've been walking for four hours. It shouldn't be dark yet." Cato contemplates.

"It's the grande finale. We're not making good television. There haven't been any deaths for a while, the audience are getting bored. Plus, I think the Gamemakers are ready to end this." I finish, just a low rumbling growl erupts behind us.

A/N- Ok, sorry it's quite short and boring. I've been so busy lately! As always, reviews would be much appreciated!xxx