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Chapter 30

Word count:2,237

~flashback~

I can't help but picture a life without the Games. Just the two of us, and our baby. The words 'our baby' cause my heart to pang. I might not even live. There might never be a baby. The mere thought causes my eyes to spill over. The tears slowly trickle down my face as I picture myself laying dead against the soft grass. There might not be a baby. I begin to cry harder as I scoot to the farthest corner of the cave. For some reason I thought that the emotional part of being pregnant came latter. I silently hope Cato does not come back form hunting anytime soon. What the hell was I thinking when I slept with him? Now I'm pregnant and all alone in a goddamn cave! Why did life always have to be so hard and unfair? Why did my mother have to die and why did I ever go to that stupid Academy? I feel like the unluckiest girl in the world.

As I wipe away my last tear a cannon goes off.

"Clove? I'm back." Cato calls as he enters the cave.

I take a deep breath and stand.

"I'm pregnant."

"I think I found a black berry bush over ther- wait what?"

I take another deep breath. I notice my hands begin to tremble slightly. "I'm pregnant." I repeat.

"...Uhh." his face scrunches up as if he's trying to make sense of what I just said.

"Say something!" I blurt out, unable to stand the silence.

He blinks twice.

"Is this a joke?"

"Do I look like I'm joking right now?" I ask with a glare as I rub my tear stain cheeks.

"Shit." he curses. His face looks pale, as if he's going to pass out. "I need to sit down." he mutters.

He sits himself on a nearby rock and puts his face in his hands.

"Are you sure this isn't a joke?" he asks while glancing up at me.

I narrow my eyes at him in response. He hold up his hands in surrender.

"Do you know how many sponsors we're going to loose now?" he asks me.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I shout. I walk over to where he's sitting and slap him clear across the face.

"Ow! What was that fo-."

"I tell you that you knocked me up and that's how you respond?" I screech. "Is winning all you really care about, huh?"

"That's not what I meant!"

"I don't care! Get out of my cave!" I shout as I cross my arms over my chest.

"Your cave? I thought this was our cave. And stop shouting, someone is going to find us."

"Uhhg!" I grunt as I stamp my foot to the ground. I bend down and pick up a decent sized rock before whacking it against Cato's head. He promptly falls from where he was sitting, out cold.

"Oh my god I've killed him!" I sheik as I drop the stone. I force myself to stop moving and assets the situation.

It's quite inside the cave. The silence brings me back into reality. There was no cannon. I'm so stupid. I didn't even hit him that hard anyway. Of course he's find.

I shake my head slightly before tip toeing around his body and walking over to my back pack. I dig inside of it until I find my water canteen. I make my way back over to Cato as I unscrew the lid. I hover over him for a second before dumping some of the water onto his face.

"Humpt, whaa?"

He rolls over and slowly begins to sit up.

"Rise and shine Sleeping Beauty." I say dryly, still annoyed with him.

"Wha happn'?" he mumbles with heavy eye lids.

"You were attacked. By a bird." I lie.

"I don' 'meber that." he says slowly. "I was by the- by the black berry bush! Yeah that's where I was and I got a rabbit, where's my rabbit?" he asks in confusion.

My eyebrows furrow. I don't remember him having anything in his hand when he walked in. I look towards the entrance of the cave and sure enough a rabbit it laying in the coner.

"It's over there." I point.

"Mmh'k." he mumbles. "I'm tired."

I walk over to where the sleeping bag is laying on the floor and pick it up.

"Here." I say as I hand him the bag. "I'm going to go...find that bird that hit you." I say slowly as I begin to back out of the cave.

"K." he responds before climbing into the sleeping bag.

I quickly make my way out of the cave and into the sunlight.

I hope I hit him hard enough so he forgets. Bye the way he was acting I'm almost positive he has a concussion. Now that I think about it, what good would it do if he knew I was pregnant anyway? He won't be able to do anything about it. There will only be one victor in the end. Weather that will be me or him, I don't know. But if he does win, would I really want him to feel even worse when I die, knowing he lost a child as well? I know I'm thinking way too far into the whole situation. I could miscarry for all I know, with the stress of the Games and all. No, I shouldn't think like that.

I decide to stop thinking about it for now, it will only make me feel even more on edge than I already am.

Cato had mentioned something about a blackberry bush before the, er, incident. I decide it would probably be beneficial if we got to the bush before someone else. I make sure I have one of my knives with me before heading out into the open.

I walk for what seems like forever until I spot it. As I walk closer I begin to frown. This couldn't have been the bush he was talking about. This was nightlock, not blackberries. I let out an agitated huff. There must be another bush around here somewhere. The only people that would be stupid enough to not know what nightlock looked like would be the tributes from the lower districts.

I sigh in defeat, ready to turn around and head back to the cave when I hear it. Singing. I immediately crouch down behind the bush. The sound grows louder. I spot a glimpse of orange hair. The girl hums as she begins to pick the berries off the bush. I evaluate the situation. I could simply let her eat the berries. She would drop dead it it would be absolutely no effort on my part what so ever. It seems as if I gave it too much thought. A dull thud hits the forest floor. Her hand peaks out from the front of the bush. It's stained purple. Well, I guess that's one less person I have to worry about. I decide to see if she has any weapons that may be of use to me. I search her bag but only find an empty canteen of water.

I let out a deep breath. It seems as if I just wasted my time out here for nothing.

I pick myself off the ground and make my way back to my cave.

...

The sky darkens and a crescent moon began to climb the sky. Cato sits across from me, a small fire in front of him. A medium sized rabbit roast above the flame. Cato slowly rotates the rod so all of the meat is thoroughly cooked.

"So." he says awkwardly.

"So." I say.

"I heard five cannons today." he stated.

I don't tell him about the ginger hair girl, which would make six cannons.

"Hmm."

"How many people are left?"

"I lost track." I say with a shrug as I stare into the fire.

"Here." Cato says as he removes the roasted meat from the rod. "We'll let it cool off and then we can eat."

I nod before looking back at the dancing flame.

"I'm really confused Clove." he says while knitting his eyebrows together. "I feel like something is missing. The last thing I remember is getting my rabbit, then I woke up here. What did you say happened again?" he asks quizzically.

"Oh, a bird." I says simply.

"A bird?"

"Yes, it fell right out of the sky and hit you on the head. I suspect it was sick."

"Huh. Maybe somebody shot at it? With a bow and arrow."

I shrug easily. "That's possible. When I went into the forest I didn't see anyone. So who ever it was is either dead or long gone."

"If they did shoot it down, wouldn't they collect the kill? For food?" he asks.

"Maybe they're stupid." I suggest.

"Maybe." he mumbles.

We both remain silent. Nothing but the crackling fire between us. The tension is awkward.

"Um, did you know that back when the districts were states it was against the law to kill people?"

I briefly wonder why he's attempting to make poor conversation before answering him.

"Really? I didn't know that."

"Yeah. They would arrest you, keep you prisoner. Sometimes for life."

"Wow, how do you know all of this?" I ask. None of the state history was ever taught in school.

"My dad." he says with a shrug. "You know, they would sometimes kill you if you killed someone- imagine that."

"Do you think killing people is wrong?" I ask him. "I mean, I was always taught it was ok, you know?"

"I don't think it's wrong." Cato says with a frown. "I mean, what's bad about it?"

"I'm not sure." I say. "Maybe it was a crime a long time ago, but laws change."

He grunts in response.

"Do you think, maybe, they would allow two victors to win?"

"I don't think so." I say while shaking my head.

"Well why not? Imagine if two teammates won. People like things in pairs you know? I think that would make the Games more interesting."

I roll my eyes. "You just want to drag me around for the rest of your life."

"Drag implies you don't want to go." He says softly.

I look up at him. His features are cottony, not hard or angry. I give him a small smile. "Don't worry, you won't have to drag me anywhere."

I crawl around the fire to where he sits. I sit myself down next to him.

"I'm going to get you out of here Clove, and get myself out of here too." he says with determination as he hands me a piece of roasted meat.

"I can get myself out of here." I tell him as I take a bite of the roasted rabbit.

"Well, you might need help Clove. There's nothing wrong with asking for help."

I scoff.

"What?"

"When have you ever asked for help?" I say while crossing my arms and turning to face him.

"I never need help so I don't ask." he says cockily.

"Really? Everyone needs help once in a while hot shot. I think that bird did some damage to your brain."

"Yeah, well I don't think you could over power the bigger tributes." he says while crossing his arms.

"I think I could get out of here just fine on my own, thank you very much."

He laughs. "We'll see about that."

...

Just as we're about to put the fire out the Captitol's national anthem begins to play. President Snow's booming voice echos through out the woodland.

"Attention tributes! Since we have six of you left, each pair of you from the same district, we decided to... make a little adjustment to the rules. I will place a convicted criminal inside of the arena. The person who finds him and kills him, may bring one thing of their choosing from the arena. This includes valuable plants, stones, and many other things. The convict will be randomly placed in the arena at sunrise. Happy hunting!"

Cato stares at me. "Does that mean..."

"Yes. Yes it does."

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