Chapter 25 What Happened?

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"Clove? Cato?" I opened my eyes at the sound of Marvels voice. How he found us, I don't know.

"Over here, Marvel." I called, sitting up again. The welts from the stings were still sore and prominent, and I hope that they went down soon.

He didn't seem to have been stung too badly. Only three stings from what I could see. Damn Fire Girl. She just refused to die. Well I'm not going down easily either.

"Have you seen Glimmer?" He asked sheepishly, he must have liked her, he at least was concerned.

I looked at him sadly, so, he didn't know.

"She and Lysin were killed during the swarm. I'm sorry." I say, I would have gotten up, but right now, I couldn't bring myself to move anymore.

"What?" He said in complete confusion, "she's dead?" he looked shocked, I didn't blame him. I mean how would I feel if I lost Cato?

He stood there for a moment, seeming unable to move. He then clutched his spear tighter, spun on his heel, and walked farther away into the forest.

What was he doing?

Just as I was about to get up to stop him, I felt Cato move next to me, and I turned my attention back to him. He looked so at peace while he slept.

Once Marvel disappeared into the forest, it dawned on me that Cato and I were now alone. No one was going to help us. We were alone.

I laid down again, pressing myself against Cato, afraid that he would leave me too. I didn't want to be alone. I couldn't see myself living without him.

He stirred again, putting his arm around me, and I relaxed.

He's okay. Thank god.

"You okay?" He asked, his chin rested on the top of my head.

"Yeah, are you?" I asked, turning to look at him. He looked so exhausted.

"Ian. I forgot about him!" I said, pulling myself off of the ground. Had he been able to protect the supplies?

Cato groaned, pulling himself to his feet, as I did.

"Come on, we should head back, make sure that everything's still there." I said, beginning to make my way towards the rising sun. At least, I think it was rising. Oh god, my head hurt.

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