Cato:
Clove lay on the ground next to me, as the night was consuming the sky overhead of us. The stars twinkled in the night air, that was painted black and the moon lay out like it was gently resting between the stars. My head rested on my arms, as I was lying next to Clove. "This is our last night here; one of us won't be coming back." Clove whispered. At the end of her sentence her voice dropped really low in depression, and it sounded as though she were scared. I had never heard her like this, she was always alive with joy, and ready to go kill she couldn't back out now without me, if she stays I would stay. It would be hard, but for Clove, I owed her the world.
"Are you scared?" I sat up, and looked into her eyes. She looked alarmed, like she never expected this.
"No, I just want you to come home," she sat up along with me, and started playing around with a few strands of grass. Her fingers gently traced the lines of the grass weaving them in between her fingers with care. I glared into her eyes, and she looked like the innocent girl I loved. She was a killer, but underneath it all, she was still a scared little girl, scared to even hurt a fly. I was the only person in the world who saw this lovely girl, and she was the only one who knew my true feelings. "It sucks doesn't it?" Her eyes grazed up and met with mine.
I didn't understand her words, it sucked? What sucked? Killing, we could finally kill and one of us could be crowned a victor and live the happiest life after. Then I knew what she meant. One of us can be a victor…only one, if I survived and was crowned victor, life would never be happy without her.
"Clove, maybe I could go to the games, and you could-"My voice was cut off in the middle of my plan.
"No, I am going; you are not going without me." Her voice grew angry, and I knew I had lost her. She got up, and then violently threw a knife at a tree at least 300 feet away, angrily, she stamped off.
"Clove, wait," my voice was shaky as I chased her through the woods. She was fast, she could outrun anyone, and it was as though she didn't even try. Clove's small little body dodged the trees, and jumped over roots sticking out from the ground. She was incredible, but I had to catch her. In a quick movement, she stopped and looked back at me who was at least 100 feet away then she fell to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. When the sound of her tears reached me, it was as though she had slashed a knife through my arm all over again, except this was in my heart, and it hurt ten times more.