Clove POV

I sit in my room. I'm lost in my own little dream world. Where he comes home, where he wins, but I know it's not true. And I think, "why? Why am I so worried? He will probably win anyways. Yep, no worries."

But, I know it's not true. There ARE worries. He has to face District 1, which has many, many times overpowered 2. Like last year. I was sitting in my room, cheering on the boy from 2, which was face to face with The District 1 girl. The boy had a small pocket-sized knife, and the girl, had nothing. I was so sure, he would win. But the girl, out smarted the boy. He threw the knife, when she approached, hitting her in the shoulder. She flinched at the pain but pulled it out. The boy ran like hell, but was too late. The girl threw it, and it hit him in the back of the neck. He blinked was, or twice, and fell to the ground. The cannons fired.

I'll always remember that year. And this year, I don't think having that Adeen girl around will help Cato, at all. I have never seen her at training. But, she still seemed strangely familiar. I ignore it and turn on the games to see, the count down. " 46.. 45.. 44... 43.. 42..."

I almost scream hurry up at it. But as it's counting down, I think about, Cato's parade costume. Fire, it obviously resembled. But why? Our district, builds things... we don't BURN things, and we aren't pathetic miners like District 12... Was there a hidden message? Adeen's outfit was similar, except hers was a dress, with fire flames lapping up from the bottom, I could see her shoes, coming up past her ankles, black-lace up boots, with neon red and yellow laces. I just don't get it! There was a message... but, what?..

The count down is at the final "10.. 9.. 8...7...6...5...4..3..2...1..." a final horn-like sound goes off, and the tributes race off the platforms, running literally for there lives for any supplies. I watch a young girl from 7, I think her name was Ressera, get her throat slit by Cato. The image shakes me and I turn off the TV. I know we are originally trained to kill, but watching Cato kill is like... un-fit. He never reminded me of a killer...

I lay down on my bed and cry muffled cries into my silky pillow.

For a week, or so I stay like this. Only getting up for food, or personal needs. No one, and I mean no one could comfort me. No matter how hard they tried or who they were. I only live with my older brother, and my little sister Vinyl. So, there's not much of a choice. After another week of my depression, I slowly start to slip back to reality. One way of that is I turn on the Games. Expecting there to be no Cato. I brace my self for the worst.

I literally almost pass out to what I see. I see I cold murderer Cato, standing over another young girl, she was only 12 years old. There was a small slit on the bottom corner of her neck, she was cupping her hand over it trying to stop the blood flow, and I notice something. Shes in a trainee tanktop with only her undies on as bottoms... "what the hell happened?!" I think... she is muffling cries as blood drips from her mouth. Cato and that awful Adeen stand over her. Cato laughed and kicked her in the side. She rolled over, crying. She was on her back, trying to drag her self away, but I could see in her eyes, she knew it was no use. Cato ran up, standing above her, standing on her wrists. He lowered him self down. And sat on the back of her, and held her wrists down until she would stay still. He grabbed her long dark hair, pulling her neck back far enough so she could see his face. A tear slid down her face and mixed with the bloody cut. Cato drew a knife, the knife I had given him!, and slowly slit across the small girls throat. My world literally stops, and I think, "I know were trained to kill, but we aren't trained to be SADISTIC unless someone is to us! So why Cato, why.. did you do that?" then I snap back to reality, and realize something shocking. Cato and Adeen, they are the last two tributes.