SIREN #cato hadley

12

With Glimmer gone, the Career pack was quiet. Peeta had run off, enraging Cato. Before he got away, Y/N managed to cut his leg. Though, that was pure luck. She had been swinging her spear around during the wasp attack and happened to hit Peeta.

"Katniss managed to grab Glimmer's bow." Y/N muttered as she and the other Careers sat in a small clearing. Cato was rubbing the ointment onto her stings, instantly relieving the pain.

"She'll be more of a nuisance now." Clove added.

"But Y/N wounded her, and she got stung too. She'll be weak for a while, granted she doesn't die before we find her again." Marvel uttered, running a hand through his hair.

Y/N glanced at the empty spot next to her. Usually, that would be where Glimmer sat.

"Cato, can I talk to you?" Clove questioned, standing up. She motioned Cato over. "The longer we rest, the more chance of tributes stealing our stuff. And I don't want to offend you, but the person slowing us down is Y/N."

"Then leave."

Cato's response shocked Clove. She stared at him, her eyes wide, before she furrowed her eyebrows. "Excuse me? Why do you suddenly care so much about her? I've been your friend since day one and you're willing to leave me?"

Cato remained silent as he stared down at Clove, his gaze hardening. "And why do you care so little about her? I thought you were friends. You wouldn't understand. You couldn't understand".

"She's the reason Glimmer died. She"-

Cato didn't give Clove a chance to finish her sentence. "Tell me what you would have done then!" Cato shouted, towering over Clove. She clenched her jaw. "You couldn't even climb that tree. She could. It's not Y/N's fault Glimmer died."

Clove stared at Cato for a moment before quietly scoffing. "It doesn't matter how much you defend her, Cato. She's just as heartless as all of us. She won't hesitate to kill you. It'll only be a matter of time before we're on her hit list."

Clove shoved past Cato. Marvel and Y/N, who had been silent looked up at him.

"Let's move." Clove ordered, grabbing her bag, "I need to fill up my bottle." Silently, the Career pack gathered their things and set off.

The ointment was working wonders on Y/N's wounds. It had even started to heal the cut across her face. Whoever sent that to her, she was mentally thanking.

"Why didn't you just throw a knife?" Marvel suddenly piped up, turning to face Clove.

"I can't throw that high, idiot. My knives are meant to go forward, not up. Why didn't you throw a spear?"

"A spears too heavy." Y/N muttered, "It wouldn't have reached Twelve."

"Hey," Clove suddenly stopped walking, causing the others to follow. "Why don't we split up into pairs? We have an even number now so it's easier."

"I'm with Y/N, then." Cato immediately uttered, to nobody's surprise.

"I guess I'm with Clove then." Marvel said, glancing at the short brunette girl.

Clove nodded. "Marvel and I will set up our camp at the Cornucopia again." Her gaze lingered on Cato, as of warning him about their previous conversation.