I turned back to see where Cato was. He was fighting off a big guy, from 11, when I saw the boy from 9 coming from behind.

"CATO!" I screamed. But he didn't hear me. And it was too late.

"CATO!" I screamed. But he didn't hear me. And it was too late. The boy from 9 stuck the dagger into his shoulder when Lover Boy from 12 ran out of nowhere, grabbed a pair of nun chucks, and wrapped them around 9's neck, and he pulled back, and repeatedly stabbed 9's neck until he was dead for sure. And then that was it. The initial bloodbath was over. Cato had almost died, and Lover Boy proved to be of some worth. Big stuff for only a half hour. And then the cannons started firing. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! 11 dead. I killed 4. Cato probably did 4, too. Whatever. I ran over to Cato and asked him under my breath, "Are you okay?" "Sure, I got a knife stuck in my shoulder, of COURSE I'm okay." he replied back in a whisper, dripping full of sarcasm. I rolled my eyes and walked over to Lover Boy. I wanted to intimidate him, but be...sweet. I pulled out the most jagged knife I had halfway while walking to him. His eyes were glazed with fear, his fingers with blood. He still had the knife in one hand, dripping red blood.

"Well, well, well." I said sweetly...almost too sweetly. "I saw you over there, Lover Boy, killing 9, saving 2." I said, circling around him, moving my knife from one hand to another, my hands stained with blood. He kept his eyes on the knife the whole time.

"S-s-s-s-so?"he said. His voice was shaking. For a moment I felt bad. I mean, he SAVED my boyfriend, for Pete's sake! I sighed. I walked straight up to him. Our faces were almost touching.

"Thanks for saving my partner back there." I said normally. He looked into my eyes, shifting his gaze from the knife to my eyes. He shrugged. "I wouldn't let anyone die." he replied. I smiled. "You don't have to act all brave. I know you're scared." I put my hands on his shoulders. "Relax." I said. He put his head on my shoulder and sighed. "Look. I'm actually considering letting you come with us." I said. He looked back at me, his eyes were filled with surprise. "Would you want to?" I asked. He nodded. I smiled. "Good."

Cato's POV (Hey guys...I;m not going to do this THAT often, but in this chapter it's going to happen a LOT. And not just with Cato. W/Peeta, Phoenix, Glimmer, Marvel, and maybe even Katniss...Well, you guys are spoiled...lol, Please R&R!)

I saw the guy from 12 and Clove lean in closer. Clove put her hand on his shoulders, and he put his head on her shoulder. Something just snapped inside of me. It just...felt weird. But finally they broke off. The guy went to the Cornucopia and started taking down the stuff. Clove walked over to me. And that's when something just twinged in me. Not something like, jealousy, like a few minutes ago, but something...something wasn't right with Clove. I just couldn't put my mind on it. You know when you feel like you have some sort of this sixth sense? Well, yeah. That's what happened to me. It was like I was psychic or something. Anyways, she reached me and said that Lover Boy was joining us. That first feeling threatened to come back again, but I held it and said that was good. And then Marvel came out of nowhere and said we should start picking up the supplies from the Cornucopia. Stupid Marvel, trying to be the leader.

"No. They aren't going anywhere!" I added when Marvel had a confused look on his face. "First we should get our weapons out of the dead. You know, before the hovercraft comes?!" I asked. He still looked confused. I guess it's a District 1 thing. Clove started getting her knives out of the dead. I just started picking the swords out of the dead ones' hands and washing them off in the lake. Marvel started taking out his spears from the dead. And Phoenix pulled out a harpoon from one dead. Glimmer just sat there. I walked over to her.

"What do you think you're doing?!" I yelled. "I have nothing to take from the dead." she replied simply, as if that explained everything. I was right. It is a thing in District 1.

"You didn't frickin' kill anybody?!" I asked, exasperated. She just shook her head. I saw a whole thing full of arrows strapped to her back and her bow was slung over her shoulder.

"Why not?! You have a BOW and ARROW! You can shoot long distance, like Clove!" I said. And then you know what she said?

"Oh, I use a crossbow, but since they didn't have any, I just went with these since they're similar. BUT I think they're broken or something, it's not going to the place where I want them." After that, I basically gave up. I just walked away. Walk away, Cato. Walk away.

Peeta's POV

I picked up another knife. That girl from 2 is going to be REALLY happy. I sat down and thought for a moment. That girl. I never thought she possibly could be that nice. And I realized, I never found that spark with Katniss. Even when we were acting. I never did. I tried, but I never could. And then it just clicked inside of me. Something I could never ever have thought of before. I was in love with the girl from 2.

Hey party people! LOL. Okay, people, DON'T WORRY, this is NOT turning into a Cleeva fanfic (Cleeva=Clove+Peeta). That's for another time...heeheehee. I just played around with y'all minds. But, warning. It WILL have lots of Cleeva in the next few chapters. But don't worry, it will remain Clato. Okay, so I just thought of this. Until I get 15 total reviews, FIFTEEN, I will not upload the next chapter. And if it's been a few weeks, and if some of you are DYING with the retraction of my stories, then just type the magic/safe word, chocolate, and I will update. Sorry for being mean, but it's that I have homework and stuff, and piano, and more. It's really hard to keep updating, but reviews are my fuel. It's like I'm a car. Reviews are my gas. So please help me out! 3, DramaBlaze.