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I tried to write this chapter as fast as I could, but my teachers are all getting crazy, like we suddenly had no life and wanted to spend our days working. Yaaaay!

I'm sure you wanted answers about this ending, here they are!

Chapter 14

Wrapped in his arms as I am, I almost feel protected from the stings and poison of the trackers jackers. It's just a passing feeling, I know it, but it feels good.

We have to break apart from each other though. It had only been a second long hug but it seems all the trackers had time to gather around us. I don't know where the others are but we run. Together, we head to the lake as fast as we can, fleeing the wasps that don't seem to want to let go of us.

And suddenly it all becomes dizzy. It falls on me like a block of lead on my head. I can't see properly, the trees are dancing in front of me, waving like they were jelly. Breathing gets hard; I suffocate, desperate for more air to enter my lungs but frozen at the thought of wasps getting in.

I see Peeta running towards us. What is he doing? But he screams something, a name…

Katniss.

Cato has already reacted and is chasing him, probably to stop him before he reaches his beloved. It seems like they're both flying on the grass. My legs flinch and I collapse on the ground but the buzzing sound is still ubiquitous. My instincts gain the upper hand and I crawl to the lake.

By the time I sink in the water, I see my father. I see him with my brother, covered in flames, muttering with their haunting, distorted voices. At first I don't get what they say, but once I understand, I wish I hadn't.

"You're so weak Clove…Such a waste… So much disgrace on us…Because of you…Because of you"

I want to scream how wrong they are. I'm not weak, neither a shame. When water floods in my mouth, I realize I'm under the surface. Everything is in a blur around me and I start to lack oxygen. I ascend to the top, inhale greedily and go back in.

Fishes surround me. They have bulging, bloodshot eyes and their scales are an ugly shade of green like mud or mold. The littlest are two feet long and one in height and their gather around me. They're all stirring their shiny scaly mass at me, tilting their huge heads from left to right slowly. And then the first one attacks. He's ripping my left arm apart; I scream, water filling my mouth and my lungs, but the pain is unbearable. That must have been a cue because others attack all at once, biting me, tearing my flesh off and swallowing it. I'm reduced to a bloody bulk; my whole body is aching. When the bigger one swoops for my head, I blackout.

When I emerge, I've been dragged on the bank and I have all of my members. I try to raise my head but something blocks on my neck. By a simple touch, I remember everything that happened last night. The trackers jackers' attack. Glimmer struggling. The stings. The fishes attacking me. Peeta running for her. Cato screaming my name. I can't tell for sure what really happened, all that I know for now is that my heat hurts like hell and my body is covered in hard buboes.

"You're finally up!"

I try to see who's coming but I can't move my head due to the enormous bump on my neck and my vision is still kind of blurry. It's only when he bends and his head is in front of me I recognize him. District Three; he only one who didn't got stung.

"Come on, drink"

He seems a little afraid of me but I'm not in state of protesting. I take cautiously few sips and note the sun has traced almost half of his way in the sky. It must be ten. He manages to make me swallow a few pieces of cookies but I instantly throw it up. He doesn't even seem disgusted.

"There is still poison in you I guess. You survived, that's already a good point"

And suddenly my stomach wrinkles. Someone didn't? Who? Panic begins to set up in me when I think of Cato being killed by trackers jackers. I stand on my elbows, a little too fast as my head spins but I don't care. I just have to know he's alive. District Three tries to make me lay again but I resist, suddenly crazy of not seeing him around. It's like I'm lost. I can't believe he would have dared to die after what happened. I spot Marvel, up next to the Cornucopia, but Cato is still nowhere to be found.

"Where is he?" I ask in a low voice "Where is Cato?" The thought of him being gone suddenly empties me. My father was right. I'm growing weak.

"In the woods, hunting. He got a tribute lately, you woke up to the cannon"

I sigh in relief. My whole body is aching and I can feel my hands trembling uncontrollably but I smile a little though. It's stupid to care so much about someone I'll have to kill soon, but I can't help it. The seconds he held me in his arms, I realized what he once told me was is true. Everybody needs somebody to care for them. I don't mind if it's for a week or if it's untrue; right now he's the only one I allow to care for me.

I swallow the pills District Three gives me and as soon as it spreads in me, the pain is attenuated and I can think clearer. Only then I allow myself to ask

"You said I survived. Who didn't?"

He looks down, like he's ashamed or even a bit sad.

"Glimmer. Naisha."

"Two more fallen. Plus the last cannon, three" I mutter "Eight more to put down"

He looks at me like I'm a wall; unable to feel anything. What? I didn't even like Glimmer, and Naisha was useless; every death brings me closer to glory.

Though I feel less pain, my wounds are still swollen and pressing lightly on it, I realize it's hard as hell. I feel like little rocks have grown onto me during the night.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"A whole day. It was almost scary. Marvel and Cato were on their feet yesterday evening, but you were still unconscious. Cato seemed pretty angry" he says with pout. "I guess he wants to kill you himself!"

"Guess so" What an idiot.

Little by little, I grow strong and at noon I'm able to stand and to move the same way I used to, even though there are still all those bumps on my skin, but as long as I don't press them I feel no pain. I have to practice on the camp with my knives though because the buboes make it harder to handle them.

When I lean against the Cornucopia, I see Marvel hasn't move since I woke up. He seems a bit upset. Well, he was following Glimmer like an old dog; I guess he must feel a little lost without his master. Just as I'm about to drop a nasty remark, I imagine the state I would be in if Cato had died yesterday instead of Glimmer and an impulse of sympathy rushes through me. So instead of mocking, I just walk away.

I wonder what will happen when Cato gets back from his hunt. Will he act like nothing happened? Will he confirm what he said in the woods? I can't help but feel my stomach knot a little at the thought of him ignoring me. I throw a knife with rage. That actually helps me to stay myself. With all this Cato-thing I feel like I lost a bit of myself and I that worry me. That's why I look so satisfied when Three looks at me in terror after my knife stuck in a tree near him.

"You're crazy! I should have let you die!" he panics

"Maybe, yes!"

He looks at me, scandalized.

"I'm just going to have a nap now" I stretch out "You better keep an eye on the camp"

I'm woken up by whispers. It's the second time in a few days and that could get on my nerves if I didn't knew this voice

He's back

"No no no no no" he's muttering "Wake up Clove, wake up, you have to wake up"

He sounds a bit mad, but I feel a nice warming in my chest. He actually cares. There are no cameras right now to catch what he's saying. It's just him. It's just me.

"Don't leave me alone, not this way"

"Like I would leave you" I slowly open my eyes and draw a smile" You'd do too many stupidities"

He sighs in relief and pats my nose, grinning "Good to see you, Little Lamb"

I try to act casual but it's quite hard. Part of me wants to feel his arms around me and the other wants to win. And as much as I despise that, both don't get on well for these times.

"So, how what that hunt?" I ask, getting up with his help.

"Well, successful" he grins "We won't have to deal any longer with that crippled boy"

A rush of excitement runs through my veins.

"How did you finish him?"

"Slowly. I was quite in a bad mood" he says hesitantly

I know what he means; District Three told me. He was angry about me being unconscious.

"De-tails" I articulate

"You're not afraid of blood are you Little Lamb?" He falsely worries

"Ho dear, so scared !" I fake with the Capitol accent

"Guess I'll have to protect you then" he gently grabs my hand; I growl and he laughs, letting go slow.

"I pierced his crippled leg first, only to know if he could feel anything in it. He didn't; I have to say it deceived me a little so I cut it off, it was useless. But I targeted a bit to high" he says innocently "I think I hurt him" he bits his lower lip "He screamed a lot. He crawled in the grass so I had to stuck him by the other leg in the ground"

I picture the scene in my mind, dying to be at his place. I would have tested the boy's leg too and then cut open one of his arms, not to see him bleed to death, only to watch the look of terror on his face. Afterwards I would have played with my blade on his throat and finally slit it open when he would have less expected it.

"He kept on wiggling though; that was getting tiring. So I just pierced his throat"

"Seriously?" I scandalize "You had time for that kill and you just finished him this way?"

"Well…hum, yes" he admits

"You suck!"

"If I am such a jerk, why am I your ally?" he asks, coming closer to me

"I guess you're the good kind of jerk" I grumble. I can't help but look down. Coming from me, this was almost a love claim, a proof of how weak I'm turning.

He lifts up my chin to his grinning face "I guess I kind of like it"

I was not expecting that and I really don't know what to do. Glimmer would have probably giggle and grab his hand but I'm not Glimmer, she's everything I hate. So I just roll my eyes but smile a little; and that's enough for him to smile back. I'm not the sentimental type, neither he is, and that's why he doesn't ask me much. I just feel his palm against mine the next second and that's alright.

"Come on guys, we've got something!" Marvel shouts

I break the touch, instantly. I don't want him to think I'm an easy target.

"What?' I ask when we have rejoined the camp

"Look"

He's pointing at the forest; more particularly a column of smoke. It's hard not to notice it, I don't know how I managed not to see it.

"This year's tributes are so stupid Hun-hun, you stay here" I add as District Three gets up

"I think he should come" Marvel says

"No he shouldn't"

"Yes he should"

"He's useless"

"Well, we'll use him as shield then" Marvels mocks

"Guys, I'm still here…" District Three attempts

"Shut up!" I bark

"He's coming" Cato says. How dare he not defend me? I deadly glare at him, but it seems his mind is made up. He goes on for me "We need him in the woods, and his job's done here anyway. No one can touch those supplies"

"What about Lover boy?" Marvel suddenly drops

I can see Cato is angry he mentions him, but why? I don't really care. I'm a nerve wreck too, so seeing him irate pleases me. You should have defended me!

"I keep telling you, forget about him. I know where I cut him. It's a miracle he hasn't bleed to death yet. At any rate, he's in no shape to raid us. Come on" he adds, throwing a spear to Three "When we find her, I kill her in my own and no one interferes." And with that he sinks into the woods. I grab one of the backpack we always take with us when we go down on a hunt and catch up on him

"You're not the only one who wants Fire girl!" I growl. All the kindness between us has disappeared now we're talking about the Games

"Yes but I'm the most powerful"

I grip his arm and twist it roughly until I feel he cannot bend no more.

"Plus, you owe something" I pursue. Is knuckle is almost cracking and I can feel the tense in his muscles. He manages to tease me though

"Ho, and what do I owe you?"

"You allowed District Three to come" I hiss

"Fine!" he barks, his voice derailing. I wasn't even aware of it but I did twist his arm quite hard. He growls, massaging his elbow when I let go and smiles just after.

"You know" he starts "I've always thought you were the biggest threat out here"

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