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"It's over, Thresh."
He is bleeding badly from a large wound in his side, straight from the thrust of Cato's spear. There's a huge crack in his skull where Cato's armored body smashed into him from behind.
"Go back to District Eleven, where you belong," Cato growls from on top of him.
Thresh struggles as much as he can, but the armor Cato has on is giving him extra weight. Enough to overpower the strong muscles that Thresh earned working long and hard hours in the orchards.
I'll see you soon, Rue, he thinks as the spear pierces his heart.
A/N: This was a request from Jack and BreezzyKorittko. I hope you liked my take on Thresh's death. I didn't think he'd go down without a fight, but would greet it when it came.
Many thanks to everyone who read and reviewed the last chapter! I'd appreciate it if you would let me know if you liked this one, or submit a request, in a review this time around. So please review! :)