"Isn't it lovely. All alone.
Heart made of glass. My mind of stone.
Tear me to pieces. Skin to bone."
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BOOK 1 - Indiana Summers is the niece to two Victors and the sweetheart of the Capitol but now she'd been dropped into the...
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Two days had passed since Cato had last seen her.
Since then, he had been restrained and sedated to prevent him from charging into her hospital room and ordered to take two days off to recover. In other words, he had been banned from entering the Hospital for 48 hours to ensure he didn't cause anymore commotion to the fragile patients inhabiting it. However, no amount of time would help him regain his composure. Her bloodcurdling screams still rang in his ears. Silence was no longer his companion.
Seated in a corner of the armoury, Cato half-listened to the conversation that Gale and Beetee were having. Whilst he had no desire to learn about weapons to be used against the Capitol, he refused to be alone.
Finnick was enjoying his time with Annie and Cato hated to impose on their bright reunion with his thick cloud of despair.
Lifting his head, he smiled when Katniss shuffled into the room and after receiving a small smile back, he returned to polishing his sword. HADLEY had been engraved into the hilt and as he polished, he tried to ignore the images of Hadley blood staining the gold lettering as they flitted across his mind. He had done what he had needed to do. He couldn't allow himself to dwell on the unforgiveable crime he had committed.
Cato's sanity was holding together by a thread and accepting what he had done that night in the Capitol would be the knife that snapped it. Falling apart was not an option.
Disgust swirled within Cato as he paid more attention to the traps that Gale had been theorising with Beetee. Whilst some small part of him admired the crafty intelligence behind it, the majority of it sickened him as he thought of the bloodshed and destruction it would cause. Murdering people who rushed to the aid of the wounded went beyond cruel; it was inhumane.
War warped the minds and personality of people in ways that they often couldn't recover from.
"Don't you think that's going a bit far?" Katniss voiced Cato's own doubts. "But I guess there isn't a rulebook on what's socially acceptable to do to other people."
Nodding his head in agreement, Cato stiffened when the hostile look was directed towards him. Whilst he understood that that wasn't the feedback Gale had expected/wanted, the blond saw no need for the harsh glare twisting the man's features.
"Sure there is. Beetee and I have been following the same rulebook Snow was using when he tortured Indiana and Peeta." Gale spat back, turning away from the two hurt people.
Slamming his sword back onto the rack, Cato stormed past Gale, following the distraught girl as she fled from the room. Ensuring his shoulder smacked into the dark haired man, Cato hissed 'low blow' as he passed. Catching up to the shorter girl, Cato walked in silence. The pair found comfort in the other's company.
