Sorry, I thought I would update sooner but I had lots of shitty work from school (yeurk)

Thank you for all the reviews; thirteen chapters and you guys don't even seem tired of my story, means the world to me 3

Soooo, here it is!

Chapter 13

I pretext to feel the urge of going to the bathroom and walk to the wood's edge, three hundred yards of the place where the leaves were moving so strangely. What the rest of the pack doesn't know is that I've got a knife, stuck by the blade in the lining of my pants. Whoever the spy is, I'm going to discover it soon.

I make my way through the bushes, silent as a snake, careful not to crack a stick on the ground or to trap my foot in a root. Finally, I can see a silhouette, curled up in a thicket. It's a boy, and as he doesn't seem to have any leg problem, I suppose it's the one from Three. He's only paying attention to what's happening at the camp, not even aware I'm behind him. He must truly believe I'm peeing in the woods.

Suddenly I jump on his back, my knife ready to slit his throat open

"Did you think you could spy on us?" I shout. I push him to the ground and he tries to get up but I step on his chest "Did you think you were invisible you little trash?"

I can hear the other Careers coming; they must have heard me yell.

"N-n…no!" He screams when I approach the blade of his face again.

"Clove! Stop!"

Who's saying such a thing? Of course I'm not going to.

"I-I-I" he stutters "I can help you!"

"That's déjà vu boy" I hiss

And then I feel myself being drawn back by strong arms. Cato. He has my arms locked in his like they were handles and he's pulling me away from my prey. I punch him in the torso but in the way my arms are twisted, I can't hit him with strength.

"How can you help us?" Marvel asks, bending next to me while Glimmer aims at his heart.

He is mine! My kill! They can't come and take him away from me! I'm the one who stopped him, the one who tracked him!

"I'm from Three! I know how to handle technologic stuffs and I…"

"We don't care!" I shout, wrestling even more "We don't have technologic widgets!"

He squeals and protects his face with his hands. He's pitiful; useless and pitiful. Now that we're all fully aware of that, let me kill him!

As Glimmer tend her bowstring he seems to regain hope

"No! There are, there are!" she pauses and his voice gets higher from dread "The mines! The mines under the platform that blow you off if you step before the countdown is over! I, I could use them!"

They're all listening to him, but all I can think of his getting my knife back and cutting his little rat face.

"Use them for what?" Marvel asks

"Supplies! I could protect your supplies with it! And I could… I'll do whatever you want! Don't kill me!"

The pack looks at each other and nods

"Fine" Marvels says "You'll use these mines and we spare you, right?"

"No!" I bark

"Clove calm down" I hear Cato say, holding my arms tighter to make sure I don't escape.

They even help the boy to get up and they escort him to the camp, but Cato is not letting go of me.

"Release me!"

"No"

"Let me go!"

"No"

"I told you, to let me GO!" I shout as I hammer his ribs with my elbows. He only frees my left arm and I turn round to face him. I hate that grin. And right now, I hate all of him.

"You're beautiful when angry sweetheart"

In response I scratch his neck with fury, but he easily catches my hand and stops me.

And then he draws me all growling and frowning to the camp, without letting go of me.

"Let me go"

"Unh-unh" he shakes his head "I'm afraid you would escape"

That's humiliating. Like I was only a little child who couldn't take care of herself and I needed him to look after me. I hope the camera is not on us. What image am I sending to sponsors now?

And if that was the point in all that? Making me look weak in front of Panem? Of course it is, that makes sense. Even getting attached to someone Cato was still threatening. But me? Without my spite, people would lost their interest in me.

I don't know why but it hurts, somewhere in my chest. I've been still for a minute now and as soon as I feel his grip release on me, I break free. I apply the blade I expertly took off my pants and he stops short. I hope the whole Panem is focused on us now.

"I know what you're doing; and that's ending. Now."

Before he puts on his inexpressive mask again I can see he's lost. I turn away and join the camp.

I hope nobody can see my hand his shaking.

I spend the rest of the day practicing in the woods. I made clear to anyone not to approach me but I still lend an ear to check nobody venture close to me. I'm not scared of others tributes' presence; they would be jumping into the lion's mouth. No, I'm afraid some of my allies –only the sound of this word makes me sick- are not clever enough to understand I'm keeping them away from me for their own protection.

I carve a little circle, maybe one inch of diameter on a trunk and step back. I exercise on this little target for a long time before going back to the camp. Sun's almost down, and only then I realize we didn't make any kill since I woke up. No cannon boomed today. That makes me even more tense and angry.

Even throwing knives all the afternoon didn't relax me. I still want to hurt Cato, cut him, slice him up, bleed him to death, stab him and slit his throat. And maybe even then I wouldn't find peace of mind.

When I come out of the forest they are all chatting, even joking around like they're actually friends.

What a lovely family. Too bad they'll be ripping each other apart in a few days

I'm perfectly okay with that. I have trained on purpose to kill all of them and I know they want my body cold and bloody too but I hate how Cato is planning that, ensuring my death with his little plan.

"Here comes moody Clove after her knife practice" announces Marvel "How's it going?"

"Are you all turning to jelly?" I spit "We had a full and still you made nothing out of it"

"Wrong, Tris protected all the supplies using the mines" he retorts

"Anyway, there isn't much more to do around here" Naisha says shily

"Hunt? Kill?"

"She's right" says Cato getting up "I have aunts in my legs"

"Let's go and get someone!" Glimmer shouts

"What about Firegirl?" I smile to Peeta

He suddenly becomes paler but tries not to let it show.

"She'll be this way I guess" he says, pointing out the fields.

They all start to turn to this direction when I interrupt

"He's lying. Don't you see it? He wouldn't deliver her so easily" They all seem to be convinced. Of course they are, I am true. "So tell me now Lover Boy, where is she?" I unsheathe my knife and start to walk slowly towards him. He stutters and only shouts when I press his throat

"Forest! She'll be in the forest!"

"Good boy" I smile

Maybe her mother instinct takes control of control when she proposes to divide us into two groups again and to take Lover Boy with her.

"I'm going with Cato and Clove then" Marvel says turning to us. Cato must be staring at him in a very bad way as he adds "Or maybe I'll just stay with you"

"Or maybe we should all stay together" I offer not very pleased to spend much time with Cato.

"Fine" he grants

I think I'm fared when Cato grasps my arm and pushes my quite violently away from the others.

"You're quite a phenomenon, aren't you?"

I tighten my jaws and wait. Where will this talk lead us to? He paces back and forth ad suddenly stops, looking up again

"Why can't you get over the fact that someone might actually like you?"

"Because no one ever does"

"I do"

"You're lying"

"You don't know that! What if that was true?"

"Nobody is truthful here, unless of being an idiot!" I shout; louder than he did before, louder than I ever talked to him.

I hustle him and go back to the camp. I know what I was implying. I called him an idiot whereas I defended him sooner; and because of what? Because he said he liked me. He knew what he exposing himself to, going on in this act though I discovered it

What if it was not an act?

Shut up voice in my head!

Then he would stop harassing me and stalking me. I would lose him.

Like I cared.

You do

A good tribute hunt should get all my troubles away from my mind. I only turn back once when I hear a huge crack. He must crushing dead twigs. Except that sounded more like a big branch crack.

We wait silently for him to calm down and join us. I can see they're all staring at me, in a very unpleasant way. They know I'm involved in this sudden anger, and they're all picturing in their heads what just happened, dying for me to tell them. And eventually, he shows up.

We decide to recover a little stream that supplies the lake we live next to. We agree to leave district-Three-boy-I-don't-remember-your-name-and-couldn't-care-less at the camp and we are on our way.

Maybe one hour passes, stepping in the creek's mud, coughing from the smoke that has invaded the forest, but that actually calms me down. No matter what happens, I'm not going back to the camp without blood on my hands. And suddenly, my vows are answered. I can see her, Firegirl, floating in the current a hundred yards away from us.

We start to run as she gets up, but my smoky lungs are slowing me down and I guess that's the same for everyone. Plus, the sun is setting, so we have to double precautions not to get caught by a root. But I don't care, I'll get her.

Her dark silhouette now rises, like flying through the foliage. That bitch is climbing. By the time we get to her tree, she's at least twenty feet high. She may be high but I grin. She's caught up.

"How's everything with you?" How dare she try to turn us up the wall this way? I wish I could get her down from her tree, make her pay her insolence.

"Well enough" says Cato "Yourself?"

"It's been a bit warm for my taste" What a slut. The only thing I can think of is stabbing her, again and again

"The air's better up here. Why don't you come on up?" Does she really want to have an angry Cato coming to get her? Maybe killing her won't be that hard if she cooperates that way.

"Think I will" Cato growls. Glimmer offers him the bow and arrows but he rather climb and pierce her body with his sword.

He tries to climb but we both know he won't make it. He sucks at climbing, too heavy, sometimes clumsy, he can't. So he just falls to the ground roughly, swearing and Glimmer tries in turn. She jumps back on the ground hearing cracks coming from the branches. Her self-esteem visibly moved, she decides to try and get her with the bow. Not satisfied of being a useless annoying being, she can't shoot either. I wish Firegirl was lower so I could throw a knife in her throat.

"You suck!" I growl

"And you're an ugly little b..."

"You didn't touch her! You didn't even send it close to her! You made a fool of us all!"

"Well" she spits "Why don't you throw one of your pretty knives at her?"

"They were not made to go high, not like an arrow"

"Enough!" Marvel barks "What are we doing with her?"

"Maybe try and get her later?" Naisha says

"Yeah and maybe we could as well all commit suicide so she could go back home!" I hiss "That's not happening"

"Someone wants to climb again?" He offers

No one responds of course.

"Oh, let her stay up there" Peeta suddenly says "It's not like she's going anywhere. We'll deal with her in the morning"

I'm not sure that I can wait for morning to come, but it seems I don't have many options. Everyone seems to agree anyway. So we just unpack the sleeping bags we had the good sense to bring and sit, enjoying a nice meal while the other bitch is stuck in her tree. How satisfying.

I don't fall asleep easily. Maybe it's because I get up late or maybe it's because of the fight with Cato constantly piercing my thoughts. I manage to close an eye though.

And it's not morning yet when I'm woken up by a great buzzing sound. Before I can understand what happened, there are wasps all around me, and this is not the friendly type. Those are trackers jackers. I want to scream as they sting me but that could only make things worse. Glimmer does though; I bet they're entering her mouth. I run away to the lake, trying to get them away from my face, but I only manage to collect more bites on my hands. Each one hurts like a knife cutting your flesh and I can see them inflate, creating small red bumps on my skin already.

And then I hear it. A strong powerful shout. My name; coming from Cato's mouth.

"Clove!" he screams again. Is he aware of the danger he's in doing that. I'm sure he is.

"Cato! Cato!" I shout back.

And there he is, coming out of the forest, looking all around for me. And I know it's stupid, unconscious as I know he might be the one to kill me later, childish too, but I can only think of one thing when I see him alive, though we're surrounded by dangerous wasps and watched by the all Panem.

I run and crash in his arms.

Loooooong chapter, I hope you enjoyed it! :D

I've been writing the ending scene in my mind for months, I couldn't wait to type it!

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