Clato : Till forever falls apart

Chapter 17 - after the explosion

Cato picks up his backpack and wrenches his sword out the tree. I can almost feel all the blood drain from my face, knowing what were about to see. And I don't think we're about to see anything good . We're sprinting through the forest as fast as we can. I take the lead easily jumping I've roots and swerving trees. The grounds still shaking from the explosion though which causes me to trip. I roll foward on the floor from the momentum. Cato speeds past me eyes fixed on the acrid smoke filling the air above us. After a minute the ground stops vibrating and I match pace with Cato. Then there's another blast it's close this time knocking me off my feet. I land hard on my back, like an invisible hand has shoved me . I see Marvel fall behind me as well, winding himself. But not yet can I see Chase. It's unsurprising, of course, he won't be as fast as us, he's not a career, more brain than brawn. Cato stays standing he grabs my hand pulling me to my feet. He looks at marvel as if debating to help him up too ,and then turns his head back to the smoke polluting the air in a mass amount. He decides to leave Marvel and just keeps sprinting so Marvel gets up and we keep going. Two more small blasts happen before Cato is the first barrelling onto the plain to assess the damage.

I've never seen him angry like this before. In fact I don't think I've ever seen anger like this from anyone before. He falls to his knees and beats the ground with his fists. I can understand why, we won't salvage anything from this chared mess. It's complete devistation. Chase comes through into the plain almost 45 seconds later. Hunched over trying to get any breath of air he can possibly manage. He eventually lifts his head up, Seeing the remains he face turns deathly pale. He looks like he wants to turn and run right back into them woods He picks up some stones and throws them at the mines confirming there all detonated.

We all approach the wreckage. It's mad to think that just an hour ago we were sitting here eating whatever we wanted listening to Marvel's stories of home. Catos kicking smoking crates whilst Marvel and I search for anything that can be salvaged. Though I expect there won't be. I'm right, There's nothing. Absolutely nothing.

All eyes turn to Chase, he's looking to make a run for it but his body is not able to go on any longer from hunting with us.His trapped by his own inability to be physical.

"This is your fault!" Cato yells "You did this to us!" There's spit flying from the corners of his mouth and his face is an ugly shade of red, in complete contrast to Chases which is devoid of any colour at all.

Chase turns to run, but it's to late for him Cato has him in a headlock and with a twitch of his muscles that boy is a goner. Confirmed by a Canon. I never really liked chase, but I respected him, he was smart and brave in an odd sort of way, it took guts to come to us, to help us. He must've known he was never going to make it out the arena, nevertheless I'm glad he went quickly.

"This was katniss!" He yells there's so much rage in his eyes

"We need to go back to the woods !whoever set the fires knew something about this. It was her!" he yells

I go over to him, placing a hand on his chest over his heart, felling it pound in his chest. He's breathing so hard every time he inhales I feels his rib cage. I'm scared it might potroude through his skin. The small gesture seems to work. His breathing slows, his eyes lower from the forest to meet mine.

"Look" I say not exactly knowing where I'm going with it "whoever blew this up must be dead. If a canon went off it could have easily been lost in the explosions" I explain because I don't know how else to comfort him. I see Marvel come over empty arms confirming what we already know. Nothing is salvageable.

"Let's move, they need to get the body" I add

The two nod solemnly, looking back to the smoking remains of our Supplies.