And here it is: the highly-anticipated feast scene.

I snarl as District 12 deflects my knife with her bow. That would have been a clean hit. I chase after her as she pulls back the string of her weapon and lets an arrow fly. I turn to my left to protect my heart and curse as the arrow punctures my upper left arm. That's how the bitch got her 11. If I hadn't turned, she would have killed me for sure. I stop and rip the arrow out of my arm, clenching my teeth together. I'm fine though, it really didn't even draw that much blood. I turn my attention back to Fire Girl. She grabs her backpack as turns again to shoot at me. This time I'm expecting it and I chuck a knife at her, aiming for her head. I grin as the knife makes contact with her forehead. She stumbles backward as the blood starts to gush down her face. An arrow is directed towards me, but misses so far to the right that I don't even make an effort to dodge it. I slam into her, knocking her down flat on her back and sit on her, pinning her shoulders to the ground with my knees. Yes, this is it. She has no way to fight back. I'm going to kill her and savor every moment.

"Where's your boyfriend, District Twelve? Still hanging on?" I mock. She snarls back at me,

"He's out there now. Hunting Cato. Peeta!" Instinct takes over as I jam my fist into her windpipe to stop her from screaming for help. I whip my head from side to side. Was Cato alright? Was Peeta coming to help her? No. Cato was on the trail of District 5 and Peeta was injured. She's bluffing.

"Liar." I grin down at her, "He's nearly dead. Cato knows where he cut him. You've probably got him strapped up in some tree while you try to keep his heart going. What's in the pretty little backpack? That medicine for Lover Boy? Too bad he'll never get it." I open my jacket to intimidate her with my impressive array of knives. I look over my choices, I have to make this kill memorable. I select a dainty knife with a cruel, curved blade. "I promised Cato if he let me have you, I'd give the audience a good show." I explain to her. I want District Twelve to know my intentions, that she will not have a merciful death. She gets my message loud and clear and struggles, trying to unseat me. Please, I've got her locked down under me tightly and I have a good 20 pounds on her at least.

"Forget it, District Twelve. We're going to kill you. Just like we did your pathetic little ally. What was her name? The one who hopped around in the trees? Rue? Well, first Rue, then you, and then I think we'll let nature take care of Lover Boy. How does that sound?" I can see a flash of anger in her eyes. Yes, I had hit a soft spot. It for sure confirmed my suspicion about the supplies being blown up and that Marvel had killed Rue before District Twelve killed him. I figure I've done enough talking. I don't want her to think my bark is worse then my bite. "Now, where to start?" I wipe away the blood from her face with my jacket sleeve so I can survey her face. I tilt it from side to side, deciding what I should do, where the first cut should be made. Fire Girl makes an attempt to bite my hand, but I quickly snatch it away and force her head back on the ground by yanking her hair.

"I think..." I purr, "I think we'll start with your mouth." She clenches her teeth together and her lips tighten with tension, in anticipation for the pain that will shortly come. I trace the outline of her lips with my knife blade to tease her. The girl only stares back up at me, not making any comment. "Yes, I don't think you'll have much use for your lips anymore. Want to blow Lover Boy one last kiss?" I say in a sing-songy voice. Before I know what's happening, she spits in my face. I wipe away the blood and saliva that is now covering my mouth and nose. Bitch. I flush with rage as I tell her, "All right then. Let's get started," Eager to end her, I dig the tip of my knife into her lip when I feel a strong pair of arms tighten around me and I am yanked off of Fire Girl and into the air. I find myself screaming as I come face to face with Thresh, who has me imprisoned in his arms, dangling a foot off the ground. He turns me around and flings me to the ground. I hit the hard-packed arena dirt with a painful smack and start scrambling backwards as Thresh shouts at me,

"What'd you do to that little girl? You kill her?" I don't know what to do. What had happened? Where had Thresh even come from?

"No! No, it wasn't me!" I frantically deny, looking for a way out, but seeing none.

"You said her name I heard you. You kill her?" he bellows. My God, he is so large, probably bigger than Cato, "You cut her up like you were going to cut up this girl here?"

"No! No, I-" Suddenly I see Thresh is holding a rock the size of a loaf of bread and lose it completely.

"Cato!" I screech, "Cato!"

"Clove!" I hear Cato's voice call back, but I know he's too far away to save me. This is it, there is nothing for me to do. I know the end is coming and I don't even have the energy to reach for a knife. I see the world in slow motion as Thresh brings the rock down to strike me. As a last ditch attempt to keep my heart beating, I move my head to the side as the rock makes contact with my skull. Searing pain shoots through my head and suddenly I am laying on the ground, lights going off in my eyes. I hear someone moaning- or is it me? I bring my hands up to my head as the hurt continues. I'm vaguely aware of Thresh talking to District Twelve and even in my confused state, I can tell that he isn't going to kill her. Yes, he's letting her go. And me? I don't know what's going on. Surely I'm dying. Thresh and Fire Girl have left me for dead. I close my eyes from the sickening pain, please let me just die.

"Clove!" I hear Cato's voice closer now. It's filled with all the pain I feel and I know he must see me on the ground. As corny and crazy as it sounds, my pain seems to lessen at the sound of his voice. I open my eyes and see him running to me, spear in hand. My vision is blurred but I can tell he is distraught. He kneels beside me and takes my hand.

"Clove, no. Please don't die. No- you can't." His voice is distorted and I wonder if I can answer him.

"Cato." I try to say as loudly as I can, although it comes out barely as a whisper. He pulls me onto his lap and into his arms causing a new wave of pain. I feel like I need to vomit, but don't have the strength to. Instead I'm just moaning again. Cato is crying.

"I'm sorry. Clove, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have- No. You can't die. Please, stay with me." I squeeze his hand as my eyes grow heavy. It's funny, I didn't think dying would be so peaceful. Honestly, I thought it would hurt a lot more. Am I really dying? I don't know if I am, but then again maybe everyone feels like that, thinking they are just being knocked unconscious.

"No, Clove you have to keep your eyes open. You're ok. You aren't going to die. We'll get some medicine. Please hang on." Cato's tone is frantic, hopeless, heartbreaking.

"Cato-" I whisper hoarsely, "I love you. Please, don't leave."

"Clove, I love you too. I'm going to stay right here." I close my eyes and wait for the darkness to come, wait for the pain to stop. I can still hear what is going on around me slightly. Cato's voice seems a lifetime away as I hear him say- surely through tears-

"I never even gave you this." I feel my left hand being moved and flutter my eyes open just enough to see a diamond ring on my left ring finger. I give Cato's hand a final squeeze as the world ascends to nothingness.

I will only say two things. One this is not the end. And two, no canon has sounded.