Author's Note: Sorry for taking so long to update! I had writer's block. Lame excuse, I know. Note before reading, I imagine Clove to be the smartest Career. I don't own the Hunger Games.

Clove POV

When I get back to camp Cato looks up at me and says, "You get the water?"

"The lake's dried up; all the water that's left is muddy and gross." I state simply.

"What do you think that means?" Cato asks. I sigh. He may be smarter than Marvel and that airhead Glimmer, but I'm the intelligent one in our alliance.

"The Game Makers. They want to draw us together. Possibly to the water source near the Cornucopia?" I say. I'm not one hundred percent sure on where they want us to go.

"Oh yeah! Let's go! Cornucopia seems like a place for an epic battle!"

"Woah woah woah! Not so fast! We should take inventory of our supplies first. See what we can eat now and what we can save. And of course, we need to know what weapons we have." Again, I'm the smart one.

Cato nods his head in agreement. As we count up the supplies, we realize how little food we actually have. There are two apples, one of which is half rotten. I throw that one out and put the other one in the 'eat soon' pile. There's also two packets of dried fruit, a close to stale piece of bread, a few pieces of dried jerky, and a squirrel that we caught yesterday. The jerky and fruit can be saved, but it will be best to eat the bread and squirrel now.

I walk over to Cato who's counting up our weapons. I've been eager to get over here, since Cato said I had to give him my knives for the final count. I told him that I had nine with me, but he wouldn't let me keep them!

"You were wrong." He says with a smirk, "You only had eight." I stick my tongue out at him. Big difference.

"Just tell me what we have." I say, glaring.

He smirks again and then says, "My sword, your eight knives plus one other one, the spear from Eleven's bag, and another spear."

I tell him what food we have and he agrees with what we should eat. We have our meal in silence and just as we've finished up Cato asks, "So what weapons do you think the lovebirds will have?"

I never thought about that. "Well Fire Girl has her bow and arrow, and they also have one of my knives. They might have Marvel's spear as well."

"One of your knives?"

Crap. Nobody was supposed to know about that.

"Do tell."

"I consider all the knives in the arena to be mine." I lie.

"Sure, sure." Cato says. Grr.

"Well I'm taking all the knives." I say. I put seven of them in my vest and the other three in my hand.

"Of course. I get my sword and the bigger spear; you can have the small one." He says, trying to big nice.

"Just because I'm small doesn't mean I can't handle the big one! Give it to me!" I shout.

"Alright, alright, sheesh. Take it."

"Put the food in the bags." I say.

"And the sleeping bags?" He asks.

"Leave them! We'll be winning tonight."

"Then why can't we eat the food now?"

Oh. Right.

"I guess we can." I say, taking two pieces of jerky, while Cato takes one piece and some dried fruit. We eat these, and then put the armor on.

"Time for the final kill!" Cato exclaims.

"Let's go!" This will be fun.

**********************************Close to the Cornucopia*******************************

We walk along, not going very fast. We need to save our energy. Killing is more fun when you're not panting, and you get to concentrate on making your victim suffer.

I hear a noise, a short distance away. Too loud to be the lovebirds. I turn my head to see what it is. Mutts!

"Cato, run!" I screech.

He turns around for a second and immediately sees the Mutts, getting closer every second. I'm already running, and he's a couple feet behind me. Not running on the way here turned out to be a good thing, now we have a chance of out running these beasts.

We've run a good distance now, I can see we'll reach the Cornucopia soon, and we'll be able to kill the little star crossed lovers. If the Mutts don't kill us first.

"Up it!" Cato yells to me. It takes a couple seconds to figure out what he means, since I have to keep focusing on running, but I soon realize what he means, up the Cornucopia.

"K!" I yell back.

We reach the Cornucopia, and luckily it's pretty easy to climb. But it isn't until we're up there that we realize we're not alone. The little pigs have come to the slaughter.

"Can they climb it?" Cato asks me, panting.

"What?" Fire Girl says, seemingly talking to us. Lady! We don't talk to our victims, unless it's to taunt.

"Don't think so." I say, also breathless.

The Fire Children are talking, but it's not worth the effort to listen.

Cato crawls over to me and whispers the words, "Weaken them," in my ear.

We've both caught our breath now and Cato runs over to Fire Girl, tackling her, but being careful to stay on the Cornucopia. Lover Boy instantly tries to help her, but I run up behind him, catching him by surprise, and he falls down, my knife piercing his skin. He cries out in pain and Fire Girl looks over, a murderous look on her face. Too bad. It's time for you to die.

I leap on top of Twelve, pinning him down, much like I did with to his girlfriend at the feast. Subconsciously I can tell that Cato has Fire Girl in a headlock, forcing her to watch.

"So, Lover Boy. We meet again. You lasted a long time, even without us Careers, I'm impressed."

"I have Katniss to thank for that." He says hoarsely.

"Hmm…Katniss. Is that her name?" I ask, even though I know what it is, "Not very pretty if you ask me."

He growls, and I slam my fist into his mouth, possibly chipping a few teeth.

"You know what?" I say, "I think I'll be nice to you, I'll make your death quick."

He doesn't have any time to question what I just said before I cut a huge gash in his other leg, and he crumples to the floor. I then cut him twice more, pretty deep, once in each arm.

"Say goodbye," I snicker, forcing him to have one last look at his little girlfriend. Then I effortlessly toss him to the Mutts.

"Nooooo!" Our last victim calls out, in what can only be described as pure agony.

"Peeta!" She cries out, so loud that it's almost hoarse.

"Just kill me now!" She shrieks, trying, and almost humorously failing, at grabbing a weapon to commit suicide.

"Now, now little girl," Cato sneers, "You must have some reason to live. Don't you have a little sister at home, I heard her name once, Thim?"

"Don't. Talk. About. Prim." She shouts in complete and total fury.

Cato decides to ignore her and just get started with the kill. I hear moans every once and a while, but I can tell she's trying not to scream.

"See, that's the difference between you and Lover Boy. You're no fun. We should've killed him slowly, not you."

She musters up a glare that might seem deadly if she wasn't the one about to die.

I get bored with the show, and if I ever want to watch it, it will be on tape. I look around at the Mutts and notice something very strange about their. They're almost human. Then I see one that confirms what I just thought. I stare into the eyes of one Mutt and can see that they're clearly the eyes of my former ally, Marvel. I look at that Mutt for a bit longer, and the hair, or I guess fur, color seems to be the same shade as his was. But the brains surely can't be his, since he is trying to climb to Cornucopia and kill me, just like the rest of them.

Still bored, I fling knives at some of the Mutts. It won't do them much harm, but it's still fun. My main targets are the pair from Eleven. The boy tried to kill Cato, and the little one helped Fire Girl kill my allies.

I feel like throwing one really far, so I throw it all the way across the Cornucopia. Sadly it does not make it there. Cato lost his grip on Fire Girl for a moment and she somehow lifts her head up. It hits her, and it was thrown so hard that I hear the crack of her skull. Surely she'll be dead soon.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry Cato!" I call, running over to him, "I didn't mean to hit her!"

Fire Girl gives me a look that says, "Are you really apologizing to him when I'm the one you just killed?"

"It's fine!" He says cheerfully, "I was almost done anyways."

I smile at that.

"We'll be nice. You can spend your final moments with your dead Lover Boy." I say to her, about to shove her over the edge when she yells, "I don't really love him! I love Gale!" Too bad, she's already falling over the edge, and as soon as she hits the pack of Mutts, her cannon booms. Cato and I have won.

He rushes over to me and scoops me up, kissing me, and I gladly kiss him back.

"Citizens of Panem! I proudly present to you the Victors of the 74th Annual Hunger Games, Clove Pierce and Cato Weber!"

Author's Note: Sorry about the end, I'm Team Gale. Alright, normally I don't care if people review my story or not, but this time I want you to. I want people to tell me if the end is logical or not, if you think the lovebirds from Twelve would've put up a bigger fight or not. If Cato and Clove won too easily. Tell me your opinion on things like this. I care, and I want this to be as in character as possible. This story is over, but there might be a sequel (Life in District Two, the Final Interview thing, the Victory Tour).