Author's Note: Gosh! I meant to update so much sooner! Sorry! I don't own the Hunger Games because if I did I wouldn't let the movie ship Glato.

Clove POV

Cato and I having been roaming around the arena for almost five hours and we haven't found any of the other tributes! I cannot go any longer without killing something! Anything! Sure, I killed that piece of crap from Eleven this morning, but that was out of protection. I hate killing for protection! A kill is meant to be savored, something-

"Clove! Clove!" Cato calls out softly, waving his hands in front of my face.

"What! Huh! You find someone?" I whisper back, suddenly alert.

"No, no. It's just you weren't really paying attention, is something wrong?" Cato say, a bit concerned.

"Not at all! Just thinking. Do you think there will be any interference from the Game Makers soon?" I lie smoothly, though I am actually curious.

"I was just thinking the same thing, but I don't think so, the Feast was quite exciting! In fact, wanna take a break? Hour maybe? Half?"

I consider his suggestion for a moment. I really want to get to killing, but it's so much more fun at night!

"Two hours of sleep each?" I suggest, "Then we can start hunting when it gets dark!"

Cato nods his head in agreement, and falls asleep soon after. Once I hear quiet snores coming from him I dart up from my immobile position, wandering around the surrounding area, looking for any signs of danger. When I don't see any I go back over to where Cato is napping and lay next to him. Bored, I visualize hundreds of ways to kill Fire Girl. Satisfying.

I look up at the sky, trying to judge how long it's been since Cato fell asleep. It seems close enough to two hours, so I wake him in my usual way, punching him.

"Ow!" He says, in slight pain.

"Your turn," I say, smirking, and then I drift off into a peaceful slumber.

"Clove!" Cato says shaking me. I look up at the sky! God, Cato! It's only been ten minutes.

"Clove, over there!"

I look to where he is pointing. A flash of red, running away from us. Five!

"Let's go!" I shout as quiet as I can, wondering why Cato isn't already running.

Luckily we both already have our weapons in our hands (or in my case, also in my vest) and can start the hunt.

***************************After running for five minutes**********************************

That girl is fast! Luckily we've reached a less heavily wooded area so there are fewer trees for her to dodge behind. This is our chance! I throw one of my smaller knives at her leg, and she tumbles to the ground immediately. She's a fighter though, and gets back up real quick. This time she's slower and it's only thirty seconds later that we catch up with her. Cato slams into her, both of them falling to the ground. Time for the kill.

"Please! Don't – don't kill me! I – I can help you! I can help kill the Twelve tributes! Just le – let me live!" She stutters, panicking.

"Hmm . . ." I say with fake consideration, "Most people might consider that option, but we're not most people."

Cato smiles at that and then says, "And besides, why would we let you share our glory? Their deaths will be on our hands, and our hands only. Just like yours."

The girl tries to utter some final words, but we won't let her. We stab her at exactly the same time, his sword in her stomach, my knife in her heart.

The cannon booms and we smile at each other. Two more to go.

Quickly we move out so the hovercraft can collect the body. We walk back and I realize how far we've traveled. It takes fifteen minutes to get back the camp at a walking pace! Our pursuit covered almost two miles!

When we arrive back at camp I suddenly spot the bags! How did we forget about them?

I nudge Cato and point to the bags. He has the same look on his face that I presume I had when I rediscovered them.

"What are we waiting for? Let's open them!" Cato exclaims like a child on Christmas.

I take Eleven's bag and Cato takes ours. I open 'mine' and it's just a couple stupid weapons. A spear so long that it seems impossible to use, though it can be compressed into something smaller, and a small knife. I can add that to my collection, it'll replace the one I lost to Five. But really, nothing that good.

I look over to what Cato found and it's much more impressive! Flesh colored armor that will cover the top half of our bodies. There's nothing to protect our heads and lower bodies, but Fire Girl seems to like to aim for the heart, so it's a great find.

Cato looks over to Eleven's bag, and he isn't impressed either. Couldn't it have been some food or something? We're close to running low on that.

"I'm going to get some water," I tell him after a few minutes of silence.

He nods and I can see him starting to take inventory of our supplies. Cool.

We're nowhere near the lake so I look for muddy spots. I find a few, but there are no deep puddles of water. Then it hits me. They want to drive us together, to the Cornucopia. The final battle. I grin at the thought, and start heading back to Cato. It's time.

Author's Note: This probably wasn't as good as the other chapter. Oh well. Congrats for all the awards Hunger Games got at the Teen Choice Awards! I guess a Hunger Games fanfic isn't the right place to rant about all the Twilight awards, darn. But they were amazing! The next chapter will be up soon! For real this time.