*Unedited- I wanted this posted ASAP so disregard errors. They'll be fixed soon*

A reader asked for Cato's perspective from seeing Prim on Day Two, so this is it plus a continuation of that day in his eyes. Enjoy.

Cato's POV:

Four.

That's the number of tributes that I've killed since yesterday. With every stab, every snap of the neck, and every punch, a large surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins. Scary adrenaline that I couldn't get enough of. It made me feel free, like I was in control of this new world because the power rested in my hands.

We hadn't done much today. The lot of the Career pack was able to stay alive. We gathered all the supplies and piled them up at the pond of water we had found, knowing that it was the place where all tributes would end up and then die from one of us. We'd already caught one tribute at our set up. She thought she could sneak up and get some water and then run away, but Marvel caught her as he was patrolling the area, and well.. she's no longer breathing.

Tributes were dropping like flies. It did nothing but make me happy because the quicker that they're gone, the quicker I can get out of here and go home to comfort my mother and little brother who probably don't like the fact that they have to watch their family member go on killing sprees. I wonder if dad is..

No, don't think about that.

It was time for our hunt for tributes that hid in the forest, so we gathered our weapons and a few items of food and set out on our way, leaving our lookout to watch our things. We had gotten the kid from Nine to watch everything, promising him that if he did a good job, we wouldn't kill him. It was obviously a lie. We're going to kill him when the Career pack (and Rose) are all that's left in the arena.

We went on our way, watching hard for any movement and listening for any sounds. I walked in the back of the group with Clove, and I was hoping and praying to the gods that we wouldn't run into Rose. I had overheard Clove and Glimmer making bets on who would find and kill her first. They didn't think I was listening, but I heard every word, and I planned to kill them the first chance I get for even thinking about hurting my girl. They made it seem like a hunt and prey game. I think part of their reason for speaking in that way around me was some sort if punishment for me liking Rose over the two of them. But they were too arrogant; too confident in their skills, in their looks, and in themselves in general. I don't like a girl like that.

As for Rose, she did some real damage. Rose saw me kill, and she hurt me in the process. She hurt me because she told me that she was not afraid of me, nor was she ever going to be afraid, but when I killed that girl yesterday, Rose's face broke into the look of someone who watched their entire family be tortured and murdered. I could understand what she felt, a little, because I probably didn't look so great doing what I did.

But that didn't matter because no one does, her included. Rose ran away from me, and she took a piece of my heart with her.

My mind replayed her reaction over and over again until I felt myself being shoved.

I turned and glared at Clove, who stares up at me with confusion blended in her grey eyes. "What?" I snap, causing her to step to the side a little as we walked.

"I said that Four heard some voices and he's going to see who it was," Clove answered, kicking up dirt and rocks as we walked slowly. I wiped my machete with the bottom of my jacket and checked the reflection, making sure it was clean.

"Oh," I mumbled. My eyes rose in search of Four, but he was long gone. We were probably following wherever he went, slowly, so that we could jump in to aid him with the element of surprise. The unlucky tribute probably wouldn't anticipate us jumping out of nowhere.

"Who do you think it is?" Clove questions, taking a step closer to me again.

I shrugged. "I dunno." And I really don't care. I just want her to shut up.

"I think it's gonna be 11. It sounded like a little girl we heard speaking to someone. Maybe her district mate..?" Clove rambled, even though I was not paying any attention to her.

"Who cares? The kid is gonna die anyway, so it doesn't really matter," I grumbled. Clove kept interrupting me from my thoughts of Kitten and it was pissing me off. This was the only time that I could think to myself without thinking about killing or her getting killed, and I wanted to cherish it.

As we walked, I began to hear Four's voice, and sure enough, there was the sound of a small girls' voice. We all stop and stood by, waiting to hear any signs of action. I stood closer to Four while the others stood a considerable distance away, one behind the other. It was a strategy, so that if the person ran, they would get caught by whoever was in their line of fleet. They couldn't see, but if they heard anything, they wouldn't be too far away.

I hid behind a tree, trying hard to listen in for any sudden movement. I couldn't peek my head out, so I had to use my ears.

I heard Four saying something to whoever he found, and then I stood dead in my tracks.

It was her.

I held my breath as she spoke to Four menacingly. She sounded cold, heartless. Nothing like the Rose I knew.

She sounded dangerous.

"No. It's us two against you. What makes you think that you can beat us?" she asks Four with a hint of humour in her voice. I smiled at her tone. She sounded like she did whenever we would argue; a bit if defiance with some arrogance. It was hot.

"Because in the time that it takes for the other to attack me, I will have one knife lodged into your neck and the other swinging to hit the other. Just give it up," Four says back. My breathing stops again at the mention of his blade in Rose's throat while I stand here behind this tree and watch her bleed out. No matter how pissed I was at her for kissing that little prick from her district, she was still mine, and I promised her I would find a way to get either us both or her out of here alive.

So far, my plan was going well.

"Why don't you make us?" her ally asks. It was the girl from 11. Rose laughed, but there was no sense of humour in her voice. "Don't underestimate us because we're not six feet tall," Eleven says, and I have to congratulate her on her bravery for standing up to a Career like she did.

"Alright then," Four says, and I know exactly what he's going to say and do before he even utters a word. "Why don't we see just how great you two are, huh?"

Everything slows. I'm running away from the tree; running to save her from him because I know she's the one he's aiming at.

I'm running, and then there she is. A little dirt on her jacket, her long hair flowing freely. And the arrow. It's flying. It's flying, and it makes its mark, right in Four's chest. My eyes widen and my mind blurs.

She killed him. My little Kitten.. my beautiful, innocent, pure little Rose. She killed him without a second thought. I didn't think she was even capable.

Rose's eyes lock with mine and her face contorts, filling with so much confusion, surprise and fear, and then I'm watching as her mouth opens and she lets out a blood curdling scream. I look down to where a knife is causing blood to soak her jacket, and I feel like another piece of my heart is being ripped away.

I promised her I would keep her safe, that I would get her out of here, yet I can't even save her from a knife wound.

Eleven was screaming for Rose to run, but she didn't. Rose clutched her arm and stared at me. All sounds were muffled, and all I could hear were distant voices.

My mind clicks and I finally run to her, ready to protect her from the world.

I reached out to her, but she stepped back. "Rose," I mumbled, putting my head down and shaking my head. She looked up at me with hesitance. "Kitten. You killed him."

Rose frowns and looks away. "Don't call me that," she says coldly, ripping out another piece of my heart. That was 3 pieces missing now.

She surveys me up and down, gasping at every piece of evidence that proves I'm a killer. Out of everything, though, her eyes stay trained on my hands. I put my hand up, reaching for her once again, praying that she lets me touch her.

Rose doesn't. Instead, she flinches away from my hand, looking at me the way my mother looked at my dad when he decided she deserved to be taught a 'lesson'. "Please," she whispers. "Don't touch me."

How many pieces of my being are gone now? Four. Make sure you're keeping count. I'm wounded. Inside and out.

Eleven begins yelling at Rose again, but I can't hear her and apparently neither can she because Rose doesn't move.

"No. Rose. No. You told me that you would never be afraid of me," I told her. I know that I have that tough guy persona, but for the first time, I was afraid. I was really afraid that I had lost her forever, all because I like to kill.

"Cato!" I heard Clove yelling for me in the forest, and I knew she was close.

"Prim, let's go!" Eleven yelled, pulling on Rose so hard that she screamed again. On instinct, my hand reached to touch her. It jolted something in her, because she turned and ran, all the while watching me.

And then she was just gone. And as she ran, she took more of me along with her.

There was rustling of leaves in the distance and I hear someone approach me. My eyes don't leave the trail Rose ran on, because if she thought to come back for at least a second, I would get one last look at her.

"Cato! Cato, are you okay?" Clove shakes my arm, trying to get my attention, but my mind is somewhere way beyond this arena.

Arms wrap around my torso, and my mind tells me it's her. I want it to be her so badly. I wrap myself around those arms, trying to convince myself and picture Rose standing under me, but it doesn't work. These arms are bigger and stronger. They're not light like feathers and soft like cream.

It's not her.

I take my arms from around the surprised looking Clove and turn to look back at dead Four a few feet away. I hear the hovercraft approaching, and it causes Clove to snap her head in his direction. Her eyes bulge and her hand covers her mouth.

"Cato, who did this?!" Clove yells. I roll my eyes back into the direction Rose went in, hoping to get one more look, but I give up and walk back in the direction I came towards the other hiding Careers and our camping ground.

Clove runs to my side, tugging me again to get my attention. It wasn't doing much to help; if anything, it was making me irritated. "Why does it even matter?" I snap, jerking my arm and pushing her away.

She pushes me back, not doing much damage. "Because he was our ally and you were supposed to help him! I'm going to rip the throat out of whoever did this," Clove claims, waving her knife around like a lunatic.

I can't tell her that Rose killed Four. If I do, then she's going to go after her and kill her, and if that happens, I'm going to have to kill Clove and maybe the entire Career pack. I wouldn't give it a second thought because who the fuck cares? Nobody kills what's mine and gets away with it, even if she is from my district. And I wouldn't be afraid to go back home either.. I'm not afraid of anyone at home.

"So you're going to rip my throat out because I killed our precious ally?" I sneer, loving the fact that I was making what people call a 'sick joke'. Who cares? It would be funny to see all of them so sad about someone that was going to die anyway if they expected to win.

Clove gapes at me like she's shocked. "You.. you killed him?" she asks.

I shrug. "Hell yeah I did. I got him alone. I figured I might as well kill two birds with one stone." I started laughing loudly. That was funny. That was really funny.

"Why would you do something like that?!" Clove screams.

"Who cares why I did it? If any one of us wanted to win, he was going to die anyway," I tell her, swinging my blade into the trees and leaving marks as we walk the trail back to the others. "At least one of us is already gone."

"He was our ally! We were supposed to stick together! That was the plan!"

"Well nobody gives a damn about a 'plan' once the bomb goes off!" The lie that came out of my mouth only made me think about Rose. I definitely had a plan, one that hopefully would get us both out of here alive. I had to make negotiations with some bad people in order for this shit to work, and let me tell you, it was hard getting them to agree. The things I had to promise.. well, let's not get into that.

"You fucking suck, Cato. You really do," Clove tells me as we approach One, who were scoping behind two trees.

The walk back to camp was so annoying. With every ally we encountered, Clove went on and explained that and why I killed our beloved ally. All it resulted in was Glimmer and Clove yelling at me, while the girl from Four, Mandy, sat back and pretended that she wasn't crying. I could tell she was, but she tried hiding it. Mandy probably hated me, but hey.. it's just one more person. Twenty-two were going to die anyway.

After listening to the two most annoying girls yell at me for a while, Marvel finally spoke up. "Can you please just shut up? I'm getting a migraine just listening to you guys chirp. He was going to die, anyway, if one of you expects to win! So just shut up!" he yells. I hide my laughter as the two sit down and shut their holes.

I tried thinking about other things, like my mother and Charlie. I knew that they were safe, because he wasn't there to hurt them anymore, nor could he if he tried, but I could only imagine the amount of grief my mother is feeling watching me and knowing that anything could happen to me at any moment that I'm here. And what about what she thinks about Rose? First impressions are key, and I really didn't want her first impression of Rose to be that she's a killer. She had no clue that I could have a crush, let alone feel anything for anyone other than her and Charlie, so I know she's going through a lot. Hopefully, she'll love Rose.

As for Rose.. I thought I was still angry at her for what she did. I poured my fucking heartless heart out for her, and then I find out that she's making out with Peter, the fucking cry baby asshole? What is all of that about? So I thought I was pissed off, completely off my rocker, and I definitely showed her that the morning of the Games, but now I regret it.

Seeing her today.. it made me realize that I don't fucking care about any of that stuff, because in the end, it's just going to be me and her, no one else.

Well, there was just going to be us, because now she doesn't want anything to do with me.

Ah, who cares? Rose was never mine in the first place. She wasn't my 'girlfriend', wasn't my 'wife', not even a 'lover'. She was just a girl that I made out with a few times in secret. Rose is just some little girl.. she's not mine. She's not. She never was, and now I don't think she ever wants to be.

It's going to take a lot of convincing myself to believe that as true.

I need a distraction.

This is so late.. I know and I'm so sorry! But yeah, here we have Cato! My one and only.

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