Cato's POV
I am almost positive if I come out of the arena, Clove won't love me. If I was her, I would have killed me right here, in the building. It's too bad she wouldnt listen. That she refuses to understand. And when I come out of that arena I hope to find my Clove, in the crowd, waiting.
Cloves POV
I continue screaming and crying, but it gets old, and my throat is sore. So, I stop. I'm managing to pull myself thru his opening ceremonies. He looks magnificent, almost un-touched. He is dressed in a neon orange tank top, with shining plastic flame-patterned long sleeves raveling down his arms. Then, in the back plastic flames, almost like angel wings curve up his back, above his head. His pants are black, and baggy, with light-up flames crawling up from the bottom. I can't see the shoes. But what made me sick, was the girl he is with. Adeen was her name. Tall, skinny, and dark haired. He hazel eyes match up with her un-blemished face. Cato pays no attention to her, and she pays to Cato, which makes me feel a little better. After Snow says his finishing lines, I turn off the TV. Tomorrow is the training scores. In my mind he will score at least a 9 or higher. I slam my body onto my bed, I expect some sleep to come, but it doesn't.
I'm thinking about Cato when my alarm screams. I slam it with incredible force. Time to watch the training. I watch the pre-training, and Cato gets pulled off camera because he beat the hell out of a District 7 tribute. I wait for him to come back to the camera, but he never does. And then the private score-determining training takes session. And finally the score comes. I tune out all the others except Cato's. His score is a 3. I almost faint when I hear his score. A 3?! "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!" I scream in my room. I sense my brother standing at my door, and unlike letting him in last time, I throw a glass at him and it shatters as he closes the door. "CATO, YOU HAVE NO CHANCE OF WINNING! Wait.. what? I hate Cato! I hope he dies! wait... what am I saying?! Whats wrong with me...? I scream again into my pillow and from all the sleep-deprivation, I fall asleep.
Cato's POV
A 3?! Gosh Damned Capitol. They don't know good damn talent when they see it! I'm so ashamed, this is the lowest score a career has ever received! But then, it slowly dawns on me. They are trying to help me. They think I was overwhelmingly good, and they couldn't stand to give me a 12, so they gave me a low score, to de-target me. Because, I can survive without those creepy Capitol sponsors. But I know this much, I can't survive without my Clove.