Be my victor: a clato fanfic

The end

Cato's pov
I hear a howl, and I immediately yell for Clove to run for the cornucopia.
I begin to run and I hear her close behind me. I look back, but then I hit my head on a branch, and keep running forward.
Cloves pov
I'm really glad that I told him to put on the chest plate, because Katniss found him, and he had to pull a silver arrow out of his chest.
We continue running just ahead of 12, and when I get to the cornucopia, I can see that the thing chasing us, is a blue-black pit bull almost.
I start to climb the cornucopia, and the I grab Cato's hand to help him do the same.
We run to the head, as they climb the tail. I stand ready to throw a knife, and Katniss draws her bow.
I can see it in her eyes, she actually loves Peeta, but this relationship started before she was interested in it.
When the boy screams in pain she helps him as best she can, with her bow still ready, so I slice the side of his torso. She let's go of the string, and I throw another, hitting him straight in the lung.
She collapses at his side, watching him take his last breaths of air, and we take this chance to dominate her.
Cato's pov
I walk over to Katniss, and grab her by the neck. I hold her in a headlock so that she can only move her legs.
"Go ahead," she says, still crying.
Cloves pov
"Oh no, we would never do that to you," I say, ready to throw again.
"There's nothing left I live for," she manages to get out between tears.
"You're lying. We could kill you right here, right now, but I figured we should give a little show first."
I look at Cato and he nods, it's time to really hurt her. "If you have nothing left to live for, then was the reaping all an act? I know that loving Peeta was, at least in the beginning. You have a family, unlike me, and you guys all love each other, and I'm sure that right about now they're crying because you said that." I walk up close to her, "I better finish what I started," I say quietly.
I bring out the knife I had before, and cut her scare on her forehead back open. I make another slice just below her eye, as Cato switches his grip.
I bring my knife back, as if I'm ready to stab her, and then I scream, "Now!" and I watch her drop, with her head twisted to the side.
I run over and Cato pulls me in his arms. It feels like it's been forever since I felt safe with him. The warmth of his chest is still so comforting, even when there is blood all over the both of us.
When what is supposed to be the announcement that declares us winners begins, it goes in a different direction. "There has been another... rule change. I'm afraid that only one of you may win. Happy hunger games, and may the odds be ever in your favor."
Cato's pov
I hold her head in my hands, and lean in to kiss her. Except, I don't kiss her. My hands jerk her head to the right and I watch as her body falls to the ground.
I spit on her dead body. I've hated her since I met her, at 9 years old.