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The shock had only registered to Clove as they make their way out of the Careers' camp.

No doubt Cato will be on their trail soon enough. Katniss had only shot him in the leg, maiming him for only a few spare minutes. A smart move on her behalf. Shortly after she shot Cato's leg, she had killed Marvel.

About an hour later, the two girls stop, panting. "Two kills in two days." Clove huffs between breaths.

Katniss nods. "We're definitely lucky."

"Shh." Clove silences her. Looking around, she hears heavy footsteps approaching. "Climb." She commands.

The two take neighbouring trees and silently crawl up the trunks. Cato comes, bursting through the branches and runs through the trees, just passing them. A moment to late and he would have the caught them. A breath of relief escapes from Clove's lips. As they settle down Katniss mutters to herself about Peeta, her District partner.

"Do you wish you could find him?" Clove asks, overhearing Katniss.

"Yeah." She sighs. "If I could I would."

Clove nods but stays silent. "How many left?"

"Let's see. It's just me, you, Cato, Peeta, and Thresh. Last night I saw Finch in the sky which means they must've gotten to her before reaching us." Katniss replies.

"These Games have gone on much shorter than most." Clove notes.

"I know.. it's really strange." Katniss says. The two fall silent, lost in thought.

Over the next few days, the two lay low, trying to not draw any excess attention to themselves. As the time passes, nothing interesting happens in the arena. No fights, no kills. This worries Clove because if the Capitol audience gets bored, the Gamemakers will send in mutts—artificially bred animals trained to kill whatever is in their path—into the arena for more excitement.

One peaceful morning, Clove is out hunting when an announcement is made. A voice no other than Claudius Templesmith, booms overhead of them. "Greetings Tributes, congratulations on making it to the top 5. We have come to notice a little dilemma, everyone has something they need but cannot get to. That's why we're holding a Feast. But not any ordinary Feast, this one will have different things like medicine or armor. Come to the Cornucopia early in the morning. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor."

As soon as his small announcement is made, Clove heads back to Katniss. "I'm going." She says simply.

Katniss nods. "Me too."

"Alright. Tonight lets head out and camp close by there. We'll have to split up so if we can't meet back together there, come here okay?" Clove says.

"Sounds like a plan." Katniss agrees.

They spend the rest of their day prepping for the Feast. At nighttime, they head out. They hide behind some trees close by to the golden Cornucopia and wait. When dawn finally approachs, a table is risen up underneath the ground. There are five pack on it, each with a number. Two 12's, two 2's, and one 11. Clove grabs her knife. "Let's go." She gets up and smashes through the surrounding branches, into the clearing. She runs straight to the table and grabs one of the packs labeled "2" in hopes it was hers, not Cato's. She sprints to the otherside, where another surprise awaits her. Thresh. For a moment the two freeze, sizing eachother up. Clove then realizes she is no match to this 6'4 male. She turns the other way and bolts into the forest, praying he wasn't on her trail.

She runs, nonstop. After awhile she slows down and pants. Clove takes out her water bottles and takes large gulps. She finds herself close to the camp she and Katniss had agreed to meet back at, and heads in that direction. She climbs the tree and waits for Katniss to show. The clouds grow darker and rain begins to fall heavily, but still no Katniss. After a few minutes of sitting there, getting soaked, she decides to go looking for her ally. After an hour of searching, she finally comes to a conclusion.

Katniss has left her.

Betrayal is the first thing Clove feels. Deep down she knows it was going to happen at some point. She gets so lost in her thoughts—a dangerous thing to do in the arena—Clove doesn't notice the person creeping up behind her. Suddenly, she receives a shove from behind, slamming her facefirst into the mud beneath her. She rolls over and sees Cato standing above, soaked in the rain water and his sword raised above his head.

In a last attempt to escape, Clove scurries backwards on her hands and tries to get up. She reaches for one of her knives, but Cato uses the side of his sword to shove her hand out of the way. Swiftly, he moves the sword up to her neck.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you." He sneers.

Clove searches his eyes, only to find he means every word he says.

"I can't."

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