I know it hasn't been very long since my last update but I owed it to you. 60 reviews guys! I feel like dying of happiness right now. You are all fantastic!

Plus I was so excited about writing the Bloodbath I finished it in a day and I see no point in keeping it for myself ;)

So here it is!

Chapter 11

When I imagined the night before my Games, I pictured myself calm and tight in my sleeves, having a good sleep before the arena. I never thought falling asleep would be that hard.

I just couldn't get Cato of my mind, his words. Why do I always end up over thinking after a talk with him? Why can't I fall asleep as I always do? It is just … that strange look on his face. Like...like he was just realizing that we would be fighting against each other and like... he was sad about it? Was he able to feel anything? I doubt it. I can't imagine him being upset about killing people.

It's not people Clove. It's you.

Yeah, like I am likely to change that stubborn machine into a harmless kitty. I'm able to shot a target right in the heart from forty feet, but turn Cato into a sentimental being? That is simply impossible.

Saying I didn't get used to him would be lying. But tolerance and acceptation are the first fruits of feelings, and feelings mean weakness. So as soon as I get on the hovercraft, I'll get rid of feelings. Cato will just be another tribute, like he should have stayed.

And with that thought I let myself drift in sleep

I awake to the sound of endless whisperings. Listening carefully I realize it's nothing but my prep team, 'silently' arguing on who would wake me up. They must be relieved when I get up and go for the dining room all by myself.

Astra and Brutus are strangely silent this morning, just as Cato. I know what they're thinking. They're feeling sorry for themselves that only one of their tributes will win the Games, how we were both great and how it will be hard to level with us.

Personally, I can feel nothing but excitement. I eat a lot, to have strength for the Bloodbath. We all know that the first day is one of the best moments you spend in the Arena –at least for Career tributes-. I think that will be my favorite part, with the one where I'm crowned winner I guess. So much speed, so much violence, so much kills.

As I get up from my chair, replete but not too much, Brutus speaks his first words of the day

"You aren't leaving without a goodbye, are you? We're not allowed to go with you." He adds "You'll travel with the other tributes and get ready with your stylist"

"What? Why would I want to have Trago, Trankon, whatever his name with me? He's no use!"

"Those are rules" he smiles "And you can battle as hard as you want, you're not making them change"

"It's time for goodbyes" Astra says in a pained voice.

She suddenly gets up and forces me into a hug while she mutters me a goodbye. I was not expecting that, I mean, she hates me, right? So why is she hugging me while she doesn't even talk to Cato? Wait…

Of course. She thinks I'm not coming back, as convinced as she is that I stand no chances in front of him. That was not a goodbye hug; that was a farewell.

I pretend to need another embrace of her and drops in her hear

"I'll come back"

I would pay to say the face she has right now.

Then comes Brutus. We just shake hands and he nods several times. I learnt to read through his dark eyes during the past few days. And right now they're saying "I don't worry about you girl. Come home quick" I smile a little smile to him and head back to my room.

It's time now. I'm in the launch room with my stylist, waiting for the countdown to begin. He dressed me up in comfy pants, dark shirt and a jacket he said will reflect heat. I don't really mind, I mean, I'm a Career; I will have everything I need at the Cornucopia.

I can't stay sill due to excitement. I've waited for this moment all my life and now I'm stuck in this goddamn room! I don't need time to relax, to cry or to plan a strategy, I'm ready to go. Grab a knife set, throw, stab, kill. That's all I have to do.

And finally the screen lights up. 30, 29, 28…

I step onto the platform with a delighted smile. My stylist comes and adjusts my collar

"Good luck girl"

"I don't need luck"

And with that, the glass cylinder starts going down on me. I can't get the huge smile off my face. This is going to be epic. I hope other tributes will offer a little resistance; that would be so much more fun.

I burst into the open. Only sixty seconds before it begins. We're in a plain, the Cornucopia's mouth is turned right in front of me. I quickly spot Cato three tributes to my right and Marvel a little further. Glimmer must be hidden by the Cornucopia because I don't see her. Instead I see Fire girl, to my left, she's looking at me, ho no, she's looking at Loverboy, two tributes away from me. Well, that promises to be fun.

The gong booms. A rush of adrenaline spreads through my whole body as I run forward, straight to the knife set I noticed before. I lean forward to grab it and skate on the loose soil to turn back. There's a boy just behind me, guess he wanted to take the set too. I can see his lips forming the word "Please, please!" in panic. Is he really begging me? I unsheathe a knife and throw it right at his chest. I can see the incomprehension on his face while he starts to bleed and falls to his knees. I stride over him and get the knife off of him just to stab it repeatedly into his chest, enjoying each one of his shakes under my blows until all light is gone from his eyes.

I quickly wipe the blade on my pants. There's a little fight to my left, I cans ee two tributes battling for something. I target the boy's back and watch him fall to the ground, letting his opponent win the backpack. And what an opponent. Firegirl. I run to her, and let a scream out of my throat when I cast to kill her. I want to see her flat dead on the floor but instead that bitch manages to dodge my knife with her backpack and runaway.

"I'll get you anyway!" I mutter

Turning round I see Loverboy, who first tried to approach I guess to help her? How lovely. A sudden hatred flows in my veins and I target one of his arms while he attempts to run away. The blade sinks entirely into his flesh and he collapses, his knee forming a strange angle on the ground. It's more than I expected. I smile evilly running towards him and sits on his twisted knee on purpose. He lets out a scream.

"Did you really think you could get away from me?"

I run a cold sharpened blade on his throat, delighted by the dread in his eyes. With a jaw dash he tries to make me lose my grip on my weapon; in vain. I punch hard in his face.
"How do you dare?"

I start cutting his neck's skin when he screams

"No! No! I'll help you! I'll help you get her!"

"Get who?" I ask harshly. Though, I pause slitting his throat.

"Katniss" he swallows hard "I… I know her, I can lead you to her"

My mind works ten times faster. So it was all just an act; I knew it. Getting Firegirl would be such a joy… At least, if he's lying, we'll have fun with him later.

"Don't even try to mess with us" I spit.

I hear a running sound towards me and throw a knife barely looking at the girl who tried to get me.

"Get up!" I say "Get up!" I take him by his bloody collar, trace of my little knife game.

There are already dead bodies on the ground and I see Loverboy closing his eyes not to see them. I catch his face in one of my head

"Look" I instruct "Look!" I tackle his wounded knee and he opens his eyelids "If you're not able to look I better just kill you now"

He swallows hard and I see him trying to keep his gaze focused on the corpses, but he deflects quickly.

"Pathetic" I hiss.

I let him fall to the floor, I know he won't get very far with his knee twisted and his arm bleeding. Everyone's dead here, except for the one boy still battling against Cato. I have to say he's not that miserable, but against Cato he stands no chance –he must know it as he desperately scream with each blow he attempts. With a wide sword swing Cato chops his leg off and he watches him bleed and scream, agonizing on the floor. The knife I threw hits the boy's head the exact same time Cato pierces his heart.

He turns round and, seeing me, lets out a "He was mine"

I shrug "You were taking too much time" I take a look back at the miserable earthworm that is Loverboy, lying on the floor.

Cato catches my glance "Why is he still alive?" I didn't plan to explain before the others Careers arrive. Talking about Careers, I can see the curly haired boy from 4, or at least his head a few feet away behind Cato.

"Do you pity him? Are you buying this whole lovers thing?" He seems really angry. But I know he wants Firegirl as much as I do.

"He's leading us to his girl"

"What?"

"I said" I repeat in aggravation "that he swore to help us get Firegirl if I spared him."

"How do you know he's not lying to us? Why should we trust him?"

"Because he's afraid of us and he's not attempting anything; he knows how much it will cost"

Even if he's still angry, Cato knows I'm right.

"And if he tries to escape, I'll try to let you get him" I concede.

I can see a little glimmer of amusement pass in his eyes but he says nothing. Though, when Glimmer, Marvel and Naisha –I just learned that was her name- come by, he's on my side about Loverboy's case.

"That is stupid" Glimmer spits

'That Peeta-thing is no use!" Marvel shouts

"I don't think he'd betray her" Naisha says suddenly.

"Ho dear, don't tell me you believed their love act" I say disdainfully

"No. But …She's his district partner, isn't she?"

"I find that funny coming from someone who watched me kill her district partner" Cato grins, shaking his head.

Naisha looks away, biting her thumb, but we can all see her eyes are shining from tears. I knew she was too weak to be part of the Career group. Well, if she wants to cry, fine. It's her loosing sponsors, not me.

"Fine, fine!"Glimmer says. "We're keeping him"

Marvel doesn't have the guts to stand against one –in a four against one, the odds are not in his favor.

"Let's see what we got" I start to walk to the Cornucopia. When I pass by Peeta, he looks up on me and drops a "Thanks"

"Do no thank me. You'll lead us to her or you'll die. I'm not saving your stinky life"

I know Cato's behind me and when I hear repeated blows, I know he must be beating up Loverboy to warn him of what it costs to mess with us. It's strange that the first time out of days I talk to Cato takes place in the Arena. I'm kind of glad it happened though; I would have not bear living with his silence and the three other bloody idiots.

After reuniting all the stuff left abandoned, we find ourselves in possessions of four brand new sets of knives for me, three swords, plus the one Cato already has, two bows and four quivers, five spears and two long wires, and that only for the weapons. There's also enough food to last a month here and six sleeping bags matched with two tents. We settle our camp next to the lake so that we would be able to find water and the others insist to take a little rest before chasing remaining tributes. To my mind it's a waste of time, but alone it seems I don't have a word to say.

Only then I realize it has to be middle afternoon. Well, that was a day full of actions.

The sun begins to go down when we hear the canon firing. I count with satisfaction each booming sound it makes. Eleven. We sit in circle and share some of our food supplies and Cato starts conversation.

"So, Naisha tell us. How many of these are yours" he designates the air with a wide arm movement, meaning the canons, the kills. He seems to enjoy torturing her as it's clear she wasn't able to hurt a lot of people.

"One" she mutters, looking down

"Great." He mocks "Glimmer?"

"Two" she said "But I almost got the boy from 3, my arrow pierced his backpack"

He sighs heavily and I know we think the same. Why are they so reluctant to kill? Or maybe they are just dumb.

"Marvel?"

"Why does it matter, they're all dead now" he rebels. Clearly he did not spear many tributes."Ok. One" he admits as Cato stares at him in a not very friendly way. "But how many did you kill to be that arrogant with us?"

"Four" he says and Marvel looks away as he realizes his 'argument' just fizzles out. But he's not letting go though

"One was Clove's kill I think"

Cato's eyes get darker "Wrong. I killed him."

"I saw the knife in his head before your sw…"

Cato grips his collar, preventing him for breathing and then just tosses him away. Cato does not even seem sorry, it's like he is. Brutal. Unpredictable.

"That leaves three dead" Glimmer says, searching to create a diversion.

"Mines" I say, raising my hand with a smile.

And then silence falls on the camp. I don't know why everyone seems so tense. Cato attacked Marvel, right but they better get used to it. That is Cato.

"Grab weapons" he says "Even you" he adds pointing to Loverboy "We're out on a tribute hunt tonight"

Verdict? Did that was awfully bad?

I know the violence may seem rushed but it's Bloobath and I don't think even Careers have time to spend hours on kills in these circumstances.

Anyway, review to tell me what you thought, you make my day with each of your opinions!

I apologize in advance because school starts back on Monday so I won't have as much time to write, but I'll try to keep a good rythm!

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