𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞...𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

death doesn't discriminate (clato)

Umm...you already know what's coming based on the title. Here it goes...

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One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine...
There are ten things you need to know...(one)!

Cato paced around the arena, his eyes alert for any sound of movement, his spear in hand and ready to shoot. He was ready to win, for his district, for his family, for Clove. He was bloodied and bruising, but it would be worth it once he won the games.

Number two!

Maybe when they went back to their regular lives, he could ask her to be his girlfriend. Then, when she was eighteen, they'd find a little place in Harlem and figure it out.

(A/N: I don't think there's Harlem, New York in Panem? I'm not an expert on the Hunger Games yet. If there isn't, that was just a little reference.)

Soon, he'd probably get down on one knee and ask her to marry him. In a small, yet grand wedding, they'd tie the knot.

Cato had everything planned out ahead of time. He knew that he loved her, and she was his one and only landmark. Without her, he wouldn't have even made it this far.

Number three!

He heard a rustle coming from inside one of the bushes and crept closer, managing to still keep quiet. Finally, Cato caught sight of a shaved head.

"Gotcha!" he leapt out from his hiding spot.

It was Thresh. "We meet again, Cato Hadley."

"Prepare to die," Cato said menacingly, ready to throw his spear into Thresh's leg.

Number four!

"Hey, guess what? Little lover girl's gone too, just letting you know," Thresh smirked.

At that moment, Cato dropped his spear. "Oh God."

He didn't even bother to think about killing Thresh anymore, as the only thought that ran through his mind like a mantra was Clove.

Number five!

Finally, he saw her. She was pale and looked like she was about to die.

"No, Clove. Don't leave! Stay with me!" he sobbed, gripping her hand tightly.

"I'm...sorry...Cato," was all she said. "I...love...you."

With that, she was gone.

Number six!

Cato sobbed, holding her lifeless body.
"Death doesn't discriminate, between the sinners and the saints. It takes and it takes and it takes, but we keep loving anyway. We laugh...and we cry, and we break, and we make our mistakes. And if there's a reason I'm by her side, when so many have tried, I'm willing...to wait for it."

He wiped away some stray tears, not wanting to let anyone know that he was crying. As his father always said, "Be a man. Men don't cry."

"If only the world was wide enough for both of us," he whispered, gently kissing her forehead. "Goodbye, Clove."

Number seven!

"Well, look what we have here," Katniss Everdeen drawled out. "Who's the little helpless lover boy now, huh?"

"Before you say anything, just...let me explain," Cato answered shakily. Her bow was already cocked at his head.

"Oh, I'll wait, alright."

Number eight!

"Go ahead, just shoot! Save me the pain, and you're going to win. At least I brought honor to my district, but that's all that ever happens. We're all just pawns, trying...and struggling to make it to the chessboard, to the end of the black and white in these games. I was always dead, and this is the only thing I really want now. All everyone else ever wants is to survive, and so do I! But what is the point of this, anyway? Besides killing and torturing innocent children? Shoot me, and you'll win! Don't throw away your shot, Everdeen."

Number nine!

Katniss's eyes softened, and she took her shot at Cato's bloodied head.

"Thank you," he whispered, breathing heavily. His breath began to recede until it had completely stopped.

Number ten!

Katniss looked at the Careers from District 2, light tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

"If only the world was wide enough for all of us."

Yeah, fluffs aren't really my thing. Hope y'all enjoyed this!!!

Keep reading. Keep writing. Keep dreaming.

-V

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Quote by BadBitchIsBack, the one about the chessboard.