hey everyone! I'm so sorry it's been so long since I've updated! I just transferred schools and it's been crazy hectic! Thank you to everyone who has reviewd, I love you all! and Thanks to all following this story or have it as a favorite! YOu all rock:) This chapter is a little short, sorry about that. But it's chalk full of emotion and a little surprising twist. I hope you all enjoy-if you do (or even if you dont I guess) please let me know!

Cato's POV

My body uncontrollably jerks from the icy pain. The numb cold runs through my every bone and muscle so freezing it almost feels like fire licking my skin. Sweat drenches me, seeping through my clothes and the sleeping bag. My eyes catch glimpses of Clove over me, but the vision is too blurry to see anything except her brown eyes. Coldness is the only thing that registers in my brain. Cold and pain. Something pushes its way into my mouth and I mechanically chew and swallow the tasteless substance. Through the slight ringing bouncing around in my ears, I hear humming in the distance. Another layer of warmth is placed on top of me but does little to take away from frigidness. Eventually to my pleasure, sleep overcomes me once again and my pain dulls ever so slightly. But dreams of bitter ice and artic water fill my head.

Clove's POV

I can't take this anymore. I just can't. Watching Cato practically convulse on the ground from cold is pushing me over the edge. I've run out of things to cover him with, including my jacket, the mesh suits, and the cloth lining from the picnic basket. His fever is through the roof, and I can only pray that he sweats it out tonight. I hum him a random melody that comes to me, doing for him as much as myself. Just as he is calming down, another spasm hits him and his wild and feverish eyes snap open again. That's the last straw.

Without thinking, I run outside into the drizzle. Underneath bushes I find semi-dry twigs and take them back into our cove. In a few minutes, a small fire is burning and smoking its way up through the branches. I grab one of the mesh suits off of a now fitfully sleeping Cato and throw it on along with my jacket. My two last knives slide into my belt. I slump down against one of the tree trunks and look at Cato.

Hate fills me. Hate for Cato's pain. Hate for every murder I've watched. Hate for every person watching the Games right now. Hate for the Capitol for being the reason this happens every year. But most of all, I feel hate for myself dredging its way through my veins. Every child I've slain, every moral standard I've broke, pounds at my heart till nothing is left but the one piece screaming for revenge. Screaming to show President Snow that I am not his pawn to push around or his monkey brainwashed to win this Game. I will show him that I don't want to win. Cato will win, and then Cato will take him down.

I crawl over to Cato and kiss him gently on the forehead. He should be warm enough with the small fire. I write a simple note in the dirt telling him I'll be back soon in case his fever breaks and he wakes up. When that's done, I head into the dark night rain towards the grassy area where only one person could be.

I am not myself anymore. I am Academy Clove, but even more menacing that ever. It's almost as if every rain drop is one more drop of blackness spreading through me. Everything is shut out from my mind except killing Thresh. It will be tonight, his death will come tonight, even if it means mine too.

The tall grass is up to my waist when I reach Thresh's territory. A small orange glow of a fire gives away his position, and I make my way over soundlessly.

Thresh lays on his side, deep asleep next to a vicious looking mace. This will be a piece of cake in his sleep. Slowly, tenderly almost, I move the mace under a rock out of his reach. I slip my knife from my belt and ready it next to Thresh's neck. A growl escapes my lips and the knife slashes down into his throat. Black eyes flash open up at me as his hand reaches for my own neck. But before he grabs hold, his body stills the blood from my knife stops crawling onto my hand. A cannon sounds. The unblinking eyes still are full of fear though, even in death. A sickening sound cuts its way into the night air when I pull my knife from the body.

I sit with my back to the fire, intently staring into my victim's dead eyes. My mouth gapes open at the realization of what I've just done. Every ounce of bloodlust leaves my body and my knife clatters to the ground beside me. Small sounds escape my lips, like a wounded animal calling for help. I've killed before, but this is different. In the past I've felt guilty while doing it, knowing I'm taking someone's life. This time though, this time I didn't even think while doing. I just did. When I bring my hand up to cover my mouth, I find Thresh's slick cold blood. A scream tries to sound from me but is blocked by a sob instead.

I throw my hand over my eyes to block the sight of his body, but the eyes still bore their way into my soul. My hands rake through my matted hair, blood washing through it. I crash my head onto the Thresh's still chest and wail. All the pain I feel, all the pain I know Thresh's family must feel, courses through me. Even with my eyes squeezed shut I can see plainly his eyes staring accusingly at me. Moans and sobs escape me until none are left. I remain with my head pressed hard against his chest, almost trying to find the sound of the heartbeat that used to be there. I wish I could give him mine, my steady heartbeat-I don't deserve it anyway. The thought hits me.

My bloodied hands find the knife where I dropped it next to the dying fire. I could end this right now. I could make one swift movement and never feel pain again. I could let every one of my victim's families watch my death and allow them to see the revenge they need. Just as the knife presses itself against my neck, my hand quivering, a face flashes in my head. Brown eyes, blonde ashy hair, countless freckles…

I shove the knife into my belt and stand up. Cato needs me. He needs me to take care of him until it's just us left. Then my relief can come forever. With one look back at Thresh, I begin to run back to the cove of trees in the rain. I stop at the lake and quickly scrub the blood from me, not wanting Cato to wonder about what has happened. Sopping wet, I enter our temporary home. Cato has stopped shivering, and the cool of his head brags that the fever has broken. I smile to myself and snuggle next to him in my wetness. I drift to sleep just as the sun rises, no clouds in sight.

The next chapter should be up soon! Only a few left! :( I'm playing around with the idea of a sequel...any thoughts? Please be honest! Thanks for reading! :P