Fatal Attraction [Catoniss - The Hunger Games]

Six;

Katniss' POV-

"Well, at least one of us will be going home. Ay?" I whispered, everything which Haymitch has just said about me hitting me harder than anything had ever hit me before. 

I couldn't stop myself from crying as I said that because it was true. 

I was never going to make it home and I was foolish to think that I would.

"And it's going to be you Katniss, I promise. I'll make sure you get home." Cato replied as he pulled me in for a hug, just allowing me to silently cry onto his shoulder.

"Why would you do that for me?" I questioned him and, as he thought about the answer, he himself even seemed unsure as to why he would do something that massive for a person like me.

He was a Career. The person who was expected to win. The person who people were betting would end up going home to his family, while the other twenty-three of us were cast to the side like we were nothing.

I, on the other hand, I was nothing compared to Cato. I was probably expected to die in the bloodbath at the hands of another Career, and I was almost certain no one was going to be betting on the underdog from an outlying district.

"I guess you've just got more to live for than I have. I'm here for the sake of pride, you're only here to protect your sister." Cato shurugged, and I'm sure there was something else he wasn't telling me because the answer seemed too simple for someone like Cato.

"Yeah, and the rest." I managed to laugh at him.

We were actually being rather loud, so it surprised me that neither Haymitch or Brutus had come to see what we were even doing up here in the first place.

Not that I was really bothered if they did find us now because I knew what Haymitch thought about me, and Cato knew what Brutus thought about him, so it's not like there were any secrets to be hidden between any of us now.

"There's something different about you Katniss Everdeen." Cato replied out of nowhere, and I wasn't sure if he was complimenting me or if he was showing that he was going to kill me first because I was such a massive potential threat. "I don't know what it is, but I like it." 

"It's a good job neither of our Districts can see us now. They would be so disappointed." I smiled at him as I wiped the remaining tears away from my cheek.

"I don't care. If I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, then it's a moment I could happily live in for the rest of my life." 

"You know, we should probably be getting back now. I mean, tomorrow is the final day before we're thrown to our deaths." I sighed, my attention being drawn to the night sky and the lack of clouds making this moment seem a whole lot more perfect than it was meant to.

This was our last night of freedom because tomorrow night was going to be spent worrying about everything.

From what the arena was going to look like, to how they planned on killing us if the Games were too boring, to just how we were going to ensure we survived the Bloodbath.

If this was the last night I was going to spend alive and happy, then I wouldn't want to spend this moment anywhere else or with anyone else.

"Just a little while longer. I'm not ready to face the wrath of Brutus and Enobaria just yet." Cato laughed quietly.

"At least I can ignore Haymitch. He's usually too drunk to be able to stop me from doing anything and, Effie, don't even get me started on her." I replied, my thoughts suddenly being dragged back to the Reaping and hidious outfit she was wearing; her excitment and happiness burned onto my brain the moment I volunteered to protect Prim.

It was sick.

This whole thing was sick, but it was never going to end and we were never going to be free.

"Cato still isn't back from wherever the hell he's hiding this time. Not even the cameras can pick up where the hell he went." Enobaria's voice erupted as the door slammed shut behind her, the silence and peacefulness being disrupted.

"I'm sure he's just hiding somewhere. There's nothing to worry about." Brutus replied calmly.

"If he's with her from Twelve again. I swear-"

"Look, they might be friends now but, the second that countdown hits zero, she's going to every person's first target." Brutus interrupted her and he seemed to sure of himself.

He seemed so certain that Cato was going to kill me, rather than allow me the chance to live for a little while longer.

"If you're wrong, then I'll kill you myself." Enobaria stated coldly before the sound of the door slamming filled the open space once again.

I suddenly felt a whole lot more fearful as the thought of being murdered in the bloodbath crept into my mind and all my thoughts wandered to how my family would react when they saw my dead body, just lying there as the remaining Tributes jumped over me in their bid for survival.

As the thoughts and fears became too much, I found myself subconsciencely cuddling up to Cato in an attempt to get my brain to think about something else and my body to feel something other than pain and emptyness.

"What's wrong Katniss?" he whispered to me as he rubbed his hand up and down my arm.

"I don't want to die Cato. I just want to go home." I sobbed.