A Different Game, The 74th Hunger Games (Clato)

Cornucopia: Let the Games Begin!

Chapter Eleven.

Clove's POV.

"Cato?"

He looked so distant. Like he was thinking of something, that was really, really deep.

"Cato? Are you alright?"

"Huh? What?" he was staring at me, like he didn't hear anything I said.

"Didn't you hear anything I just said? Anything at all?"

He looked at me, "No, I'm sorry."

"Oh." He didn't hear anything? Really?

"What did you say Clove?"

"Oh. Nothing." I said, "We should go look for that red head from 5, lover boy and that girl on fire"

Cato nodded. "Yes, we should"

As we were walking, the Capitol's logo appeared on the sky and we heard Ceasar's voice. "Congratulations, last remaining tributes! You are now down to the Final Five. However, there has been a slight rule change." He paused, A rule change? That's new! And It gave me a pinch of hope, that maybe, Cato and I, we can.. "Two tributes can be this year's victor if from the same District. That is all and Goodluck." Then, the Capitol's logo disappeared and the arena was again silenced.

"Cato!" I muffle. "Did..?"

"Yes, Clove." He smiled at me "We could go home!"

That's when the news sinks in to me. Cato and I could both go home! We could win this shit that ruined everything in the first place anyways! Before I could cry infront of the whole city of Panem, I buried my face in Cato's strong chest and hugged him. He hugged me back and said calmy "We could go home now, Clove." He said. I stopped crying and pulled away from the hug. I looked at Cato straight in the eye and said, "Cato. We're gonna go home." Then I smiled at him.

"Yes, We will." He said then held my cheeks and kissed my forehead.

BOOM! I was startled by the sound of.. The Canon!

"The Canon?" I said. Cato nodded. "One tribute gone." Cato says, then adds, "I hope it's someone from 12" I just nod. I do hope so.

Then, We hear something that sounds like an animal or something like that – They're still far but we can see them.

"Muttations!" Cato screams. No doubt about it. I've never seen these mutts. But they are not natural born animals. And they resemble huge wolves. And before I knew it, Cato and Me were running at top spped. Damn, that years of training did us good.

"Cato!" I scream as I see the Cornucopia. Immediately, I know Cato understood what I meant. Well, we really know each other, no doubt about it. Then we scramble on top of the Cornucopia. There, we saw Lover boy helping that pathetic girl on fire climb the Cornucopia. By the time we are all on top of the Cornucopia, all the mutts are below the Cornucopia. When we took a little time to examine the mutts, the four of us just stand there in disbelief!

"The dead tributes!" I tell Cato. "The mutts are the dead tributes!" I say, this time much louder. I looked at Cato and no doubt he knows I'm right. I sat the tributes from 12 just a little bit infront of us. She only has one arrow left. I only have one knife left in my belt and Cato doesn't have his sword. I can see Lover Boy is still injured by the part where Cato cut him. Well, Since we're all here on top of the Cornucopia and the mutts – err, dead tributes – below us, well, there's only one thing to do.

I glance at Cato and saw him looking at me too. Then I say, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Let the 74th Annual Hunger Games," I saw the three of them looking at me, all positioned to go in a fight, I smirked at al of them and said, "begin!"

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