games → CATO HADLEY ✓

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Once the boy from ten was taken down, I make my way to the Cornucopia. I know it's not the best idea to be going there, but I need backup.

Zach will be okay for now. But me . . . well, I'm still as crazy as ever.

I'm taking that guy's word, and going to the plain, in the hopes of finding Kretta. If Larson did have a thing with her, she would have to pay the price for her boyfriend's mistake. 

What? He killed my friend. That bitch has it coming.

I step into the Cornucopia, with the berries tucked away in my backpack. "Hello, my people. I need to borrow someone."

The careers look up from sharpening their weapons, shifting their attention to me.

"Who do you need to borrow, and why?" Glimmer asks.

"I'm leaving to find Kretta, so I need someone to go stay with Zach. I don't trust him being alone." I state. "I was thinking that Clove could go."

"Wait, wait, wait," Cato stands up. "You're going to find her alone?"

"Yep. That's the plan." I shrug.

"You can't go alone." Clove says. "It's too dangerous. I heard that chick's a nut case."

"Why are you looking for Kretta?" Marvel asks.

"Her boyfriend killed Tristan, and I want payback."

"But didn't you kill Larson?"

"Yes." I snap. "Now can I leave, and trust one of you to go find Zach?"

"Yes." Glimmer nods.

"But-"

"Bye!" I sprint off, before Cato can protest.

Being here feels so wierd. I don't feel like I'm in the arena. I don't feel like this is a life or death situation. I don't feel like I'm going to die.

Running through the tall grass, and dense forrest, I think over everything I'm going to do with Kretta.

She will be tortured. I'm going to make her have a slow and painful death-thats for sure.

As I hear movement in the trees above me, I stop in my tracks. I yank the axe from my backpack, and look carefully at the trees above me. In a swift movement, a young girl with red hair is in front of me.

She looks quite young, with hair like Foxface's. A small knife is in her hand, her eyes narrowed slightly. Yep. This has to be Kretta.

"Hello there." I smirk. "You must be Kretta."

"That's me." She crosses her arms over her chest. "What makes you think you can kill me?"

"Oh, honey." I say in a sweet voice. "You think I'm weak, don't you?"