Time for Cato's revenge guys :D!

Hope you like it, it's not as long but next one will be much much longer I promise xxx

Chapter 15- Revenge

Cato's POV

I've been in this arena 15 days now and counting. Rain beats down hard on my head and chest plate as I walk through the woods of the arena. Enobaria sent me the armour yesterday, knowing I would come after Thresh. It's simple really; a simple metal chest plate, but it will save me from any fatal blows.

My boots squelch in the mud as I walk through the woods. I don't know where I'm going, not really, I'm going more on instinct that anything else. I saw Thresh head partially this way yesterday. I don't know how far he went, but I plan to find him, and kill him. For Clove.

I pause as ahead of me stands a large, thick, oak tree, and beneath it, his back turned to me, is Thresh, sat at its base, the two bags in front of him, his sword grasped in his hand.

I draw my own sword and head towards him, the grip on my sword tighter and firmer than usual. I know I can't lose this fight, I always thought there was a chance I'd die to Thresh; I thought as much when I saw his reapings, but no, not now, not after what he did to Clove, no matter what.

He stands as he sees me emerge from amongst the hammering rain, and his deep voice addressed me coldly.

"Two."

"Eleven."

My eyes glance to both of the packs, one with an '11' which has obviously been opened and is half empty, and then the one with '2' written on it. I need no further motivation.

I charge at him and swing my sword for his chest but he parries it and attempts to stab me in my sword arm. I sidestep quickly, narrowly evading it, and, to my annoyance, skidding slightly on the muddy floor, yet at the same time manage to draw my sword across his leg. It's narrow, but it's enough. First blood to me, and he's obviously pissed about it.

He slashes at me, scraping my left wrist, but I'm right handed so I don't care.

I spin around him and try to drive my sword into his back but he quickly lunges forward and spins, knocking my sword aside, though I keep a firm grip on it.

"I thought you were better than this Thresh. How did you get your 11?" He swings at me again and I jump aside.

"Look at you. You're boring as hell; you can't do any true damage to me." He attempts to kick me and I know this move, he'll kick then bring the sword across as I dodge to the left, so, I dodge to the right, and as he swings his sword I parry it and he jumps back, glaring daggers at me.

"And all you've done all games is hide in some stupid wheat field, like some stupid coward."

He snarls at me, obviously enraged so I go for the final taunt.

"You're just as pathetic as your district partner! What was her name? Boo?"

Now, he's mine. He lets out a shout of fury "Her name was Rue you career bastard!"

He swings over and over at me, trying hard to hit me yet his strikes are not as precise, not as careful, he is letting out all his rage in his moves, and I smirk, only enraging him room. People think that when enraged, you have more strength, yes, this is true, but you fight much better with a level head.

Yes, I am annoyed and furious about Clove, but unlike Thresh, I can keep a level-head.

He swings and swings and I know he's tiring himself, and after a few minutes I start to make counter attacks, small ones at first, a slash here, a cut there, nothing major. After 10 minutes, I go for the bigger attacks, and now blood covers the floor around us, mainly his, though also partially mine, and I know I'm winning, and by the look on his face, so does he.

We continue fighting over and over, and after half an hour of continuous fighting, both of us are exhausted, covered with blood and dirt and wet, dripping mud, rain continuing to beat down on us.

We're panting heavily from exhaustion and we're at a standstill. As I went for the finishing move, so did he, and now my sword is at his throat, his at my chest, as soon as one moves, the other will too.

I glare into his eyes furiously, knowing that I'm moments away from killing Clove's killer, getting her the revenge she deserves. "You're an idiot eleven; you should never have killed Clove"

"Like you care." Like I care?! Of course I fucking cared you stupid bastard! I want to kill him but for now I don't see how, not without getting myself killed at the same time, but if I die, I can't make sure she's remember forever, we'll just be forgotten, another few tributes in another hunger games, and that's just not good enough.

"You know I knew you were going to be like a career from the start. And now you're going to die." His eyes widen and I smirk, as a plan has formulated in my head. He looks confusedly at me, and I know exactly what he's thinking, but by the time he's worked out what I'm going to do, it will be too late.

I turn quickly so his sword is now pointed at my shoulder which will be painful I know, but I'll live, and I won't need it for when I fight Katniss.

I dart forward, shouting in pain as his sword goes through my shoulder, but not too deeply, my chest plate having stopped most of it. Yet it doesn't matter, because as Thresh's eyes widen in realisation, my sword slices through his throat, his thick blood spilling out onto my silver blade and he can do nothing to stop it.

BOOM.

I smile as the cannon sounds to signify my triumph over 11. I pull my sword from his throat and watch as his body falls, his dead hand falling from the hilt of the sword still embedded in me.

I look down at him, kicking his body away from me, my eyes still burning with fury, as well as triumph.

"Like I care 11? Well guess what, I fucking did care, you killed the girl I loved, and that's why you had to die, so I can go home and make sure she's never forgotten. But guess what. You on the other hand, will be forgotten, completely, and utterly, forgotten. Oh yeah, your family, your friends, your district will remember you, for a bit, if you're lucky, forever, but no-one else will, give it 5, 10 years, and you'll just be a nobody, just some tribute that survived for a bit in the games, but died at the hand of Cato, the victor of the 74th Hunger games."

I smirk again; I know I'm talking to a corpse, but so what. This corpse is responsible for Clove's corpse, and what I said is true. The only way he'll ever be remembered is as another tribute, or just the tribute that killed the victors district partner, Clove.

Sorry it wasn't as long, but the next chapter will be, and I hate to say it but the next chapter will be the final one

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-Tara

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