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Cato, my friend

Part 2

I stood, unable to move, unable to think or react. Eventually the Peacekeepers were summoned because of my slowness, as they reached me I felt like I was the smallest and most helpless of children, not the 17 year old Courier who could run over 200 messages a day, and these two men were the largest and most malicious of beast coming to eat me alive. I immediately looked to Cato, pleading with my eyes for Cato to save me, to help me as he always did.

"Cato.." I managed to whimper as I was grabbed by the arm and forced to move to the stage. Even as I moved towards the stage I looked at Cato and tried to remember what he had told me, not to worry, not to fear, because he would always be there to protect me.

-Cato's View-

"Errol?" That's all that ran through my head as his name was called and the peacekeepers took him to the stage. He looked back at me with fear filled eyes, I could hear his pleading screams for me to save him, even though he didn't say a word, but I couldn't bring myself to move. I couldn't remember that I was trained all my life for this moment, I couldn't remember that I was supposed to the tribute no matter who was picked, and I couldn't remember that I was supposed to be a coldblooded killer, all I could seem to remember was my promise to Errol, how I was supposed to always protect him.

"I..I volunteer." I said with hardly any volume, the boys around me started whispering after hearing me. "I Volunteer! I Volunteer!" I screamed out and ran towards Errol and the guards. I forced their hands off him and stood in from of Talmud's podium. "I volunteer as Tribute." Talmud smiled and waved off the guards. I turned towards Errol who was trembling uncontrollably, "Go back!" I whispered and gave him a push back towards the line. He ran back glancing at me every few steps. I waved him back as I took my place next to Clove on the stage.

Talmud announced the two tributes and presented us to the sounds of great applaud. Things were different in District Two, being a tribute was the greatest of honors, but as I looked over the sea of people I saw Errol moving back through the crowd, he was leaving, head back to me, he was leaving the square, not applauding, not crying but moving almost like a snake thought the crown finally disappearing back into the town.

He didn't say thank you, he didn't say good luck or please don't go, he disappeared. Just like he always does. Just like a snake, Errol, my friend.

Well...Do you guys think I should keep going?