Just Tell Me You Love Me Already

Chapter 20: Feast Announcement

Clove's POV

Hunting is not exactly fun, we haven't found anyone, well duh, they stayed alive this long. We tried to go down to the river to find Lover Boy, he isn't there though. There's Katniss, but from her yell PEETA! I assume that she found him, and is trying to keep him alive somewhere in the Arena. 5 is well hidden, I can't help but think that maybe she is following us, and watching us. If I wasn't a 'career' then I'd follow the most dangerous one in here and wait for the perfect chance to strike.

Apparently the perfect chance to strike never happens though; well Cato and I do have each other's backs twenty-four seven so I understand why she doesn't attack. When Cato and I aren't hunting, we're usually kissing somewhere. I know, kissing in the Games, but seriously I bet 12 is doing it too and it isn't even real.

I've lost track of how many days there has been since the end of the Alliance, all I know is that there are still six of us left, and no one has died recently. Hopefully the others are giving the audience a good show so that nothing like the fire happens again. Since nothing does happen, I'm sure that everyone's favorite couple is spicing things up for the audience. Brutus and Enobaria occasionally send us in some food; apparently we do actually still have some sponsors. Thinking about the other Tributes I think about how we can win. Thresh, well it's 2 on 1, even though he is massive, so our chances of winning are pretty good. 5, she's clever, but if it's Cato, her, and me left in the games, the Game Makers will drive us together, and then she'll be an easy kill. Then there is 12, the other pair left. Peeta is pretty handy with a knife, and Katniss has one of my knives that I threw in her bag. Katniss also has her bow that is what is going to give us the most trouble; she could kill us without us even seeing her.

"You know what we need?" I ask Cato as we walk around in the forest, looking for signs of anyone.

"To win?"

"No, well yes, but we need some type of armor to protect ourselves from Katniss's arrows, otherwise she could easily pick us off from just sitting in a tree."

"True..." Cato says. "But sending that into the Arena would cost way more than we'll ever get."

"Then we'll just have to work hard to get enough sponsors," I say, smiling, though we both know that's impossible if we aren't able to find anyone to kill.

The days are incredibly hot, and at night it drops below freezing. Cato and I share the sleeping bag (oh shut up, we just sleep, that's it!) and occasionally hunt. Around six, trumpets sound. Claudius Templesmith is announcing a feast, guess the viewers were getting bored of all the love between 12 and no killing. We don't need food; we can hunt well enough, but maybe others do and we could sneak up on them while - "Now hold on. Some of you may already be declining my invitation. But this is no ordinary feast. Each of you needs something desperately." Desperately? I'm not sure about desperately, but needs... "Each of you will find that something in a backpack, marked with your District number, at the Cornucopia at dawn. Think hard about refusing to show up. For some of you, this will be your last chance." Then he says nothing else, leaving the dramatic words in the air.

I turn to face Cato, who is staring up at the sky, "What do we need desperately?" I ask him.

"I'm not totally clear on that, myself," Cato says, "But we should go, everyone else will be going." What he means to say is that others will be going, so this is our chance to lower the number of Tributes in the Arena, thus getting us closer to home, to our families, to our new lives that await us.

"Well, we should get to the Cornucopia, then shouldn't we?" I say Cato smiles at me and together we head towards the general direction of the Cornucopia.

We get to the woods outlining the Cornucopia about an hour after dark. There, we sit and wait for the sun to rise. We sit under the blanket I have, using the night vision glasses, we watch for any signs of movement, none appear. Though we have the blanket on, it is still freezing; we crouch very close to each other for warmth.

"Okay, so I go to the Cornucopia and you pace the perimeter for the other Tributes." I say.

"Why don't I go to the Cornucopia, and you walk around the forest line?" Cato asks.

"Because," I say, "It was my idea, SO I'm going to the Cornucopia."

"But it's more dangerous down there," Cato says, ugh not the protective boyfriend move.

"Exactly why I'm going," I say smiling.

"No, I-"

"Cato, I'm going down to the Cornucopia, you're going to be on the perimeter, I don't care what you say, that is how it's going to be, and you should listen or I swear I will knock you out during the feast time, and then you will be no help at all."

Cato shuts up.

A half an hour before dawn, Cato and I stand up, he's going to move, so hopefully he can catch at least someone.

I stand up on my tip-toes and kiss him. "I'll see you soon," I say, smiling.

"See you soon," Cato leans down and kisses me back. "I love you." He says.

I love you too.... "How could you not?" I joke, "Now move it, we have hunting to do."

"Remember," Cato says as he begins to walk away, "Nothing will stand in our way, nothing."