"The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. Look her in the eyes before you kill her.

See her tears, hear her last words. You owe her that much at least."

George R. R. Martin "A Game of Thrones"

Fury.

In his whole lifetime he had never felt such fury. He sure knew what it was like to feel so furious that he'd kill the entire world if he could. He knew what it was like to be so mad he just wanted to spill blood all over Panem. But he had never experienced this kind of fury before. Because someone's death was what had triggered all those emotions to break inside of him. Emotions he was not able to identify. He was furious not because someone had got away from him. Or outsmarted him. He was furious because someone had died on him. His chances of surviving this thing long enough to protect Clove had just gone down. On top of that...

She was dead. Lily was dead. His ally was dead. The girl he actually started to like was gone.

Dead, dead, dead, dead...

"GLIMMER!"

His powerful and furious roar made Rue and Peeta shudder with horror on their faces, as they watched him storm off to where the blonde girl had disappeared. One thing was for sure; she had definitely just heard her name, coming out of Cato's mouth like a death sentence.

Clove was still and quiet. So quiet she could almost hear her own heart beating in her chest and blood flowing in her veins. She couldn't move. Everything hurt. Her muscles screamed in pain, her head was pounding. She couldn't make a sound. She could only make sure to keep breathing.

Just keep breathing...

"No..."

Clove winced at the sound of Katniss' whimper, that interrupted the high-pitched sound in her ears.

Just breathe...

"No, no, no..." the brunette cried softly, unzipping the boy's jacket and putting her hand on his shirt, that was completely ripped on the stomach and soaked in blood. He lied there with his head on Katniss' knees, breathing rapidly, his face turning white. Tears fell down his pale cheeks, as his hand squeezed the sharp-edged piece of wood he had probably taken out of his body himself out of shock.

Thresh walked right past Clove and knelt down by the two to take a look on the wound; the look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know.

There was no saving him. She stared at his pained face and felt no satisfaction like a Career normally would. She felt no joy. She felt nothing.

Nothing.

The boy cried out in pain and Katniss tried comforting him by softly stroking his curly hair and humming under her breath. Thresh closed his eyes for a brief moment before covering the poor kid's ripped stomach by zipping up his jacket again. Katniss interrupted her own soft melody with another whimper.

"It's okay..." she whispered "you're okay... you're okay."

Thresh looked at his face, then got back on his feet and turned around, not being able to watch the little boy die. His dark, sad eyes met Clove's

Breathe, Clove. Breathe, dammit...

"Deep in the meadow... under the willow..."

As Katniss began to sing her lullaby, full of great sorrow, Clove couldn't take it anymore. She looked away.

"A bed of grass... a soft, green pillow..."

Thresh ran a hand across his head, then looked up, letting out a deep breath. Clove knew what was on his mind. The little girl from his district. Rue. And all the children that had died a terrible death in the arena. And for what?

"Lay down your head... and close your eyes..." Katniss sang softly, tears marking her face repeatedly. Her voice died in her throat when she looked down at the boy again and noticed his eyes had stopped looking back at her. His chest was no longer moving and his mouth stayed slightly open after he'd let out his last breath. She continued to stroke his hair for a moment, then her body began shaking as more tears fell from her eyes... followed by the cannon.

Breathe...

Thresh caught Clove's stare again and motioned with his head to her left. She looked up and to her surprise, there was still a lot of smoke and fire visible. By the looks of it, it seemed like it was coming for them. Game Makers were clearly not done with them yet. She glanced back at Thresh and nodded, hoping he'd understand.

He did.

"Katniss.." his deep voice rang out in between her sobs, as he put his strong hand on her trembling shoulder "I'm sorry.. but we gotta go."

Clove checked the inside of her jacket, making sure she still had all her knives and that none of them had punctured her skin during the fall. Luckily enough, she was fine. She was certain she wouldn't have even felt any injuries even if she'd gotten hurt. Not until now , anyway. She felt so numb. Shocked. Distant. As if her body wasn't her own.

"Katniss, let's go, come on." Thresh tried again, but to no use. He sent Clove a helpless look. He could have just grabbed Katniss away from the kid's body and forced her to move on. But he didn't want to do that. He wanted to give her time to gather herself. Clove threw another glance at the fire that was now much closer. They were running out of time.

"Listen," she said in a firm voice, walking over to where Katniss sat. She was no longer crying. She was just sitting there with a hopeless look on her face, as if she had just lost all the faith she ever had, "I know you didn't want him dead and I know he was just a kid who didn't deserve to die. But you have to remember where you are. As much as the rules had changed, we are still in the Hunger Games. There will still be only one victor. And if you don't get up, you'll be the next to die. Do you just wanna give up now? Your sister is watching you."

That comment was certainly enough. Katniss' head shot up at the mention of Prim. She stared at Clove with her teary eyes, but there was no hate in them. No anger. She didn't yell at her for even daring to think of Prim. She didn't resent any of what she'd said. Because she knew Clove was right. She was right.

Katniss looked down at the kid one more time, before closing his eyes gently and squeezing out last tears.

"I'm sorry..."she whispered, her face wincing painfully at the sight of his face. Thresh helped her up on her feet and she nodded with a sniff, letting them know she was back in the game. Clove responded to the other girl's nod with her own and they had no other choice but to run again. Despite how hurt they all were. And not just in the literal way. But there was no time for thinking, licking their wounds or mourning. There was no other option if they wanted to survive. So they ran. Away from the fire. Away from the boy who ended up being yet another innocent kid that had lost his life for the sake of the show.

Cato ran as fast as his legs would let him, despite the smoke surrounding him. It was getting thicker and thicker and he realized Glimmer was trying to lead him closer to the fire. His blood was boiling with anger. He was gonna get her. She was good as dead already.

"Cato!" he heard Peeta's yell from behind him but he ignored it. He was not about to let her get away with this. She knew Lily was his ally. She knew. She must have been following them for a while now. How did he miss that?

He knew how. Careers were not exactly the ones to be hunted. They were the ones to hunt all the others. Always. Nobody else had ever dared do the opposite. Not until the freaking rules had changed. Cato did not see that coming.

He was running even faster now and he could almost sense how frightened she was. There was no getting away from him. He saw her desperately trying to find a way to escape, but it was futile. She must have had trouble breathing, because she began to run away from the fire. The air became much clearer after a while. And so did Cato's vision. The Game Makers probably wanted to see how this would turn out. It was all for the show, wasn't it? For once, they came in handy.

He could see her clearly now and was very close to catching up with her. His hands were longing to close themselves around her neck for what she had done. To teach her a very painful lesson. Another minute had passed before finally he got his hands on her.

Cato grabbed her like a rag doll and pushed her up against the nearest tree roughly, making her gasp. She had a knife in her hand which she tried to stab him with, but he was quick to take it away. Her weapon fell on the ground and her eyes widened in terror. She was breathing heavily and shaking, awaiting his next move.

"You killed her," he panted in her face and his voice was like venom "you.. killed my ally."

She was absolutely terrified. So terrified he thought she'd have a heart attack any second. She began stuttering, as if to try to say something, but her trembling lips were not capable of making a sound.

"How stupid are you, Glimmer?" Cato hissed hatefully "you should've known better than to piss me off."

Rue and Peeta picked that moment to storm out of the trees and Glimmer stared at them in a way that made him think she was asking for help. He also looked at his allies and saw them stand there helplessly. They said nothing. They didn't move. Well, at least they were smart enough not to interfere.

"No one's gonna help you now, princess." he snapped at her, then put the dagger against her neck. She whimpered involuntarily, white as a ghost. He liked it. He enjoyed having her at his mercy. She killed his ally. She killed her. And he was going to make her pay for it. There was a million ways he could think of in an instance to make her scream. And just as he was about to start torturing her, he remembered something that made him stop immediately. He frowned and glanced down at the knife he'd made her drop a minute ago. He stared at her again and saw a glimpse of hope in her naive eyes. Was she actually stupid enough to think she was getting out of this?

"Where'd you get that?" he snapped, motioning to the knife with his head. Her shaking mouth opened and closed with a gasp. He pressed the blade against her skin, drawing a little blood. Tears sprung to her eyes. "Don't make me ask you twice."

Rue moved to stand behind Peeta, as if trying to hide. Cato threw his allies a brief glance before glaring back at his prey.

She was armed. Glimmer was armed. How did that happen? Had she also accidentally found that knife somewhere in the woods? What were the odds?

The blonde girl was paralysed by fear but the will to survive must have delivered some strenght because next time she opened her mouth, an answer came out of it.

Still shaking hard, Glimmer whispered: "Cornucopia."

The three of them were following Glimmer to the place she claimed she'd gotten her weapon from. Before Cato told her to show him the way, it had turned out that that one knife was not all she'd had on her. She'd had a bunch of knives and a flashlight inside her jacket before he took them from her. That only succeeded in making him angrier. Clove was supposed to be the one with all those knives.

"So let me get this straight." Cato said, tired of the silence and staring at her back "you found the Cornucopia."

She didn't look back, probably afraid he would stick that dagger in her face if she did.

"Not exactly..." Glimmer replied quietly "I got a parachute with a message, telling me I was to leave my so called allies and get the weapons so that I could hunt tributes down. I knew everyone else was unarmed."

"You?" Cato mocked, laughing with sarcasm "they chose to give all the weapons to you?"

Never slowing down, she took a deep breath then hugged her arms to her chest, nodding. Cato huffed.

"I don't know what's wrong with Game Makers this year, but they're certainly not in their right mind, since they picked you for that."

Glimmer said nothing, though he was sure she was definitely frustrated with his mocking, but she was just too scared to talk back. And she was probably busy, trying to figure out a plan to save her life.

"Don't bother," he said, dismissively, knowing what was on her mind "it's not worth even thinking of."

She still said nothing. Because he was right.

"We're here," Glimmer announced all of a sudden, as she stopped walking and turned around to face the rest. Cato looked around and raised his eyebrows. Rue and Peeta looked just as puzzled.

"Oh, it's invisible? Should've guessed that one." he growled at her, sending her a dangerous look. She ignored him and crouched down, looking for something in the leaves and grass, reminding him of that one time Lily did the same when she was trying to find water. That sent a fresh wave of fury down his spine.

"Whatever you're doing," he snapped "hurry it up."

She risked a glance at his angry face and went back to digging in the leaves. Just as he got seriously tired of waiting, her hands stopped searching and she pulled at something he couldn't see. He knew what was going to happen next, though.

And he sure was right because the next thing he saw was an open trapdoor that was hiding stairs leading under the ground. Peeta walked over closer to take a look and his eyes widened slightly at the sight of the bunker. Cato gazed at Glimmer intensely, giving her a chance to relieve if there was anything she was not telling him. But she just stared back, clenching her trembling hands into fists. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously and waited another minute. When he was finally certain she wasn't lying or leading them into a trap, he lifted his dagger, stopping the sharp end of it a few inches from her face.

"What are you waiting for?" he asked coldly "get in there."

She glanced at the blade and that was all she needed to obey immediately. She began to slowly walk down the stairs, but then stopped and looked up at Cato hesitantly.

"What?"

"Can I have my flashlight? I can't see a thing."

Cato rolled his eyes with annoyance and threw her the flashlight carelessly. She somehow managed to catch it with her shaky hands.

"There's nobody down there, is there?" he asked, as she turned the light on. Glimmer stood there for a little while, then shook her head and continued to step down. Cato wasn't sure what to think of all this. This was some kind of freak show. And he was sick and tired of it.

"Let's go," he told Rue and Peeta without looking at them, before following Glimmer down the stairs. He heard his allies' footsteps behind him so he was sure they'd listened.

It took them maybe a minute to make it to the bottom of the stairs and another minute before Glimmer stopped and located a switch with her flashlight. With a simple click, they found themselves in a big room, surrounded with shelves and tables. But not just that..

They were amazed at the sight of all sorts of weapons there could be. Swords. Spears. Bows and arrows. Knives. Axes. Cato couldn't help but open his mouth in awe.

"Holy shit." he whispered, walking over closer to the table with knives of all sorts and lenghts on it. He ran a hand across some of them and Clove's face popped in his mind instantly. She would be so thrilled to see these. He swallowed a lump in his throat. How he wished she were here with him.

He shook off every thought of her and turned to check on the others. Rue and Peeta were busy admiring the shelves with food on them. There were soup cans, dried fruit, nuts, dried meat strips, breads, apples, crackers and more packaged goods. Cato's own mouth watered and his stomach growled loudly. He didn't want to wait any longer.

"Go ahead." he told his allies. He didn't have to tell them twice. Rue grabbed one of the apples and took a big bite out of it quickly, while Peeta got his hands on one of the bread loafs. Of course. Cato picked a bag of dried meat strips and started to chew on them hungrily. Glimmer just stood by the wall, watching them with scared eyes. She had probably been feeding herself just fine so even if Cato was fond of her, he wouldn't feel too bad about having her just look at them eating.

They were just standing there for a few minutes, trying to satisfy their hunger a little, knowing they couldn't eat too much at once. Still munching on the meat, Cato glanced at the Blonde with furrowed eyebrows.

"So you had all this stuff all to yourself?" he asked in disbelief, shocked at the thought itself. She bit her lip and nodded hesitantly, knowing he could explode at any second. But he just laughed humorlessly. "Are they shitting me?" he asked rhetorically, glancing at Peeta, who shrugged with a small smile and put another piece of bread in his mouth. He could only imagine how pissed off Cato must have been with Game Makers' decisions.

"Well... not at first." Glimmer whispered from her spot by the wall. Cato swallowed a piece of beef before asking;

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean that I didn't have all this to myself at first... for a while it was me and Marvel."

Cato almost laughed again. Of course. Now at least it started making a little bit more sense. He knew there was something off about Game Makers picking only Glimmer to have access to all this stuff.

"Go figure." he murmured, taking another bite. It should have been him and Clove. What the hell, Capitol? "So what happened to your partner in crime then?"

Surprisingly, Glimmer looked like he touched a nerve. He smirked cruelly.

"Aww, what is it, Blondie? You miss Marvel?"

She glared. She actually glared at him. He had no idea whether her and the other guy were friends or not, because frankly, he didn't give a crap. Judging by the look on her face, though, she must have felt somewhat sad about the death of her district partner.

"So what happened to him? Who or what killed him?"

The expression on her face changed suddenly. She had this devilish look in her eyes now, as if she just discovered his biggest secret. He just knew he wasn't going to like whatever she was about to say,

"I don't know," Glimmer said in a pretend sweet voice "might have been Clove."

They ran and ran until they couldn't feel their legs anymore, until it felt like somebody else was in control of their bodies, forcing them to keep going. Katniss was the first one to give up. She stopped herself, wrapping an arm around a tree with a fast speed, which almost looked like she had collided with it unintentionally. She slid down it slowly, putting her cheek against the trunk and hugging her arms to her chest. Her hoarse and rapid breathing began to slow down. Clove also stopped and bent over with her hands on her knees, panting. Thresh was close behind her, sweat dripping down his temples.

Clove gave her heart a minute to slow down then looked behind, searching for any signs of the deadly fire that was hot on their heels for what seemed like forever.

"It's gone," she gasped, greatly relieved. She wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to run for. Especially in her state, where every inch of her skin hurt as if someone had given her a long whipping. She glanced at Thresh and noticed that thankfully he still had their backpack with food leftovers, blankets and some medicine. She also noticed something else. His jacket was ripped and wet on his shoulder. Wet from blood.

"You're hurt." she spoke in a shaking voice, still trying to catch her breath. He looked at his arm and then shook his head at her, letting her know it was nothing. She wasn't having it, "let me see."

"It's fine."

"Come on," she snapped, running a hand through her hair "don't make me ask you twice."

Thresh studied her for a minute and then allowed a small smile to appear on his glistening face. Just for a few seconds, though. He nodded and put the backpack down on the ground. Clove had him sit down, as well and checked for the medicine that they had used on her wounded arm before. Thankfully, they still had a little bit left. Thresh removed his jacket, hissing when the material rubbed against his injury. Clove moved closer to take a look.

"It's not too bad." she told him quietly, studying the medium deep cut. She unzipped her own jacket and used her teeth to rip off a piece of the bottom of her shirt. He watched her in silence, as she used it to clean the blood off of his arm a little. She then grabbed the small jar from the backpack and unscrewed the lid. She dipped her fingers in the balm and spread it onto his still bloody shoulder. He sighed as it delivered an instant relief. Clove tried to get every little bit of the medicine out of the pot and put some more on his wound, then threw the jar away and wiped her hands on her pants.

"Thanks," Thresh spoke softly without looking her in the eyes. She didn't say anything. What was she supposed to say? "You're welcome"? Not only would it not be her style, but it also wouldn't be good enough. He'd saved her life. Rubbing some ointment onto his scrapped shoulder did not compare.

"We should keep moving," she said instead, already getting on her feet and trying not to wince. Thresh's eyes found Katniss' small, abounded figure by the tree and sympathy curved his features.

"Let's give her a minute."

Clove followed his gaze and her own eyes somewhat softened. She didn't want to pretend like she understood the girl. It wasn't like Katniss personally knew that kid. It wasn't like he was her family. But she did have a connection with the boy. She was protective of him. He was just a kid. Probably about her sister's age. That was probably what had got to her the most. It could have been her sister. If she hadn't volunteered, that could have been her sister.

She stared at Katniss' back for another minute, then turned away, feeling very torn. On one hand, she felt like dragging Fire Girl by that braid of hers, because she knew it was only a matter of time before Game Makers decide to spice up the Games again. On the other hand, though... she knew that if it was Cato whose life had just been taken away,... she would want them to give her a minute.

Just one minute.

His heart stopped as soon as her name came out of Glimmer's mouth. So carelessly. So effortlessly. It felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on top of his head with an ease. His eyes darkened, as he turned to look the Blonde in the eyes and she saw a murderer in his. He almost seemed even bigger with that dangerous look on his face, as he walked closer to where she stood. She took a few steps back, swallowing hard.

"You seen her?" he asked, his voice shaking with anger. Unfortunately for Glimmer, she realized a little too late that she had made a big mistake. "Have you?" Cato hissed, his voice low and frightening. Peeta saw Glimmer shudder at the sound of it. He couldn't blame her. Cato looked murderous.

"Y-yes." she stuttered and kept moving back and away from him, knowing there was no escape. She had nowhere to go.

"Where? When?" he asked, though in fact he was ordering her to respond.

"Close to here... l-last night." she whispered, as she kept her eyes on his dagger.

"Did she get injured?"

Glimmer bit her trembling lip and her eyes watered. She knew what was coming. Sooner or later. This was Cato. She was not going to go nice and quick. Her back touched the wall behind her and she knew she was stuck.

Her mouth was too dry to get a sound out. And so all she could do was nod. She saw Cato lift the dagger and closed her eyes, trying to somehow prepare herself for all the pain he was about to cause her. She felt a blow by her left ear and then heard a loud noise, as Cato stuck his dagger in the wall right by her head. She waited a few seconds before opening her eyes because for all she knew, it could be the last time.

"You have ten seconds to take me to where you'd last seen her or I promise that you won't like what I do with the blade next."

Glimmer nodded with her heart in her throat. He still wasn't letting her move, though, his face inches away from hers.

"If you had anything to do with hurting her," he whispered darkly, making her shiver again "not only will I kill you.." he paused here again, watching her swallow hard with fear "I swear I will hunt you down in hell."

She kept a straight face, though, as scared as she was. Cato took a minute considering what that could mean; she couldn't have possibly hurt Clove. She was too weak. Clove was too fast. It must have been Marvel. Right? Unless.. Clove wasn't actually fast enough..

"Pack some of that stuff." Cato interrupted his own thoughts, turning to look at his allies and motioning to a few backpacks, sitting on one of the tables "as much as you feel you'd be able to run fast with."

"We're leaving?" Peeta asked, super confused. Cato knew why. They had everything here. Shelter, food, weapons. And that's why he believed it wouldn't be safe to stay in here for too long. Game Makers had chosen District 1. They had given the access to Cornucopia to Glimmer and Marvel. He had a weird feeling they would not allow them to just use this place as a hiding spot. The show must go on.

"Just do it." he said, somewhat politely. At least for him. Rue just nodded her little head and walked off to grab one of the backpacks. Peeta watched her go, then glanced at Glimmer for a second before following Rue. Cato raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise. Maybe being civil does actually pay off sometimes.

He turned his head to look at the blonde again, who was trying her best to look confident and completely failing that attempt. She pressed her back harder to the wall behind her, as if hoping for some secret door that'd deliver an out. Unfortunately for her, she was not in luck. Her luck had just run out.

It started getting dark by the time they made it back to the stream with weapons and backpacks full enough of food on their backs. Cato couldn't help but notice that Peeta had specifically chosen a bow and arrows from the stash of other much smaller and easier to use weapons. He wondered had that decision had anything to do with Fire Girl. It probably did. There was a reason he had stuffed his backpack with knives, too.

As they stopped by the water, he expected Glimmer to just walk across it, but she just stopped and looked around, as if trying to remember something. He waited somewhat patiently, although his anxiety was almost reaching boiling point. He glanced at Peeta who seemed very unhappy about Cato's decision, but since when did he care? He couldn't possibly give less shits that Bread boy wasn't pleased with the idea to find Clove. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't the leader. He was smart enough not to argue, though. Ally or not, Cato would have seriously injured the guy if he'd tried resisting. And Peeta knew it.

He needed to find her...

"It was somewhere close to here. By the stream." Glimmer whispered, looking down at her shaking hands. Cato glared at her, then looked around himself. The clearing. The stream.

Wait.

His body went cold, as he started putting all the pieces together.

The night he found the weapon by the very same stream.. His own voice rang out in his head, "It's blood... Fresh blood."

"Did she get injured?", the question he'd asked Glimmer to which she had responded with a nod.

Cato glanced down at the dagger that still had the red, bloody marks on it. And then he looked at her. The expression on her face only confirmed his speculations. She knew what he was thinking. She had recogizned that dagger the minute he'd put it to her neck. She'd had similar ones hidden on the inside of her jacket before he took them away. She knew who that blood belonged to.

"You." Cato hissed and she shuddered at the deadly sound of his voice. If she thought he looked murderous before when she had killed the redhead, there was no words to describe how he looked now.

Glimmer's face turned white, as she began to back away, only to realize that yet again she had nowhere to go. Her back hit the tree behind her and she knew this was it. The moment she had been dragging on was here. There was no way out.

"I.. I just.." she stuttered, shaking more and more with every step he took toward her, "C-Cato, I-"

"Shut up!" he roared, making the three of them jump. He looked like a maniac. He looked crazy in the worst way possible. Deadly crazy. The person to cross him right there and then would have to be suicidal, "I told you." he hissed, now maybe two feet away from the terrified girl, "I told you to fucking stay away from her. I told you there would be hell to pay if you so much as touched her."

She let out a high-pitched scream, as he pushed her against the tree roughly, the dagger she'd thrown at Clove inches away from her pulsating neck. She looked Cato in the eyes and she didn't recognize him. He was gone. His eyes were dark and they lacked every sign of a human being. He wasn't there.

"Cato, please... I was just trying to survive!" she cried, desperately trying to save her life "just like you all are!"

He stared at her for what seemed like a few minutes, breathing heavily and picturing Clove getting hurt. That did it for him. He was about to make the first of many more to come cuts, when he heard someone else's soft breathing in the background. He stopped instantly.

"Peeta,"

The brown haired boy lifted his head at the mention of his name, coming out of Cato's mouth. Cato called him by his name. That's how serious Peeta knew he was about whatever it was he wanted from him.

"What?" Peeta asked, uncertain, feeling Rue squeeze his arm tight, almost cutting off circulation.

"Take her away." Cato ordered through gritted teeth. Glimmer gasped, looking relieved.

"Thank you." she said with tears in her eyes and he felt sick just looking at her.

"Take Rue away." he made an obviously very much needed clarification, glaring at Glimmer with hatred. All the hope vanished from her face and she lost it. She began to cry and struggle in panic, "take her away NOW!"

Peeta wrapped an arm around his little ally immediately and turned her around quickly.

"Come on, Rue." he gasped, leading her away fast from Cato and the screaming girl "come on, quick."

They ran off into the darkness of the woods, followed by Glimmer's whimpers and screams of agony. Rue's eyes were widened and out of the blue she stopped, as she felt like she couldn't move another inch.

"Rue, come on." Peeta told her, almost yelled, trying to tag her along, but she wouldn't even flinch. He knelt down in front of her and covered her ears with his hands, "It's okay. Just look at me." he said in a soothing voice, as if their ally wasn't a few feet away, brutally killing that girl at this very moment "just keep looking at me."

Rue was shaking, as she placed her little hands over his and nodded. Her dark, pretty eyes watered. She felt for Glimmer, she could hear how much pain Cato was causing her. And she couldn't do a thing. Neither could Peeta. It didn't matter that Glimmer would have killed all of them if she had got the chance. Because at this moment, she was just yet another kid, about to lose her life for the sake of the show. And they couldn't do a thing.

They could only pray for the cannon to silence her painful cries soon.

A/N: my sincere apologies for the long wait, I was going to update Monday but wasn't feeling well and then I really wanted to update yesterday, but I had absolutely no inspiration to finish this whatsoever and you guys deserve a properly finished chapter. On the bright side, this one was the longest so far! Hope you liked it and can't wait to see what you guys think.

Big THANKS for all your encouraging reviews, I really appreciate your support and am happy that you seem to enjoy this story! :)

Special thank you to one of the guests "dominicana" who left 3 reviews on the recent chapter, reminding my sometimes busy, sometimes lazy butt to wrap this thing up! ;)

One more thing, I have also posted another Cato&Clove story that I had written months ago but just never got around to edit and put on here for some reason, until now. You can find it on here if you go to my profile, it's called "Sorry":

I'd be thrilled if you wanted to take a look on that one, as well.

Thanks again! Hope you all have a great weekend.