See, here's the bloody, bloody truth
You will hurt and you will lose
I've got scars you won't believe
Wear them proudly on my sleeve
I hope you'll have the sense to know
That sadness comes and sadness goes
Love so hard and play life loud
It's the only thing to give a damn about

As you lay there, next to him he starts moan in his sleep. His moans soon turn to words, whispered in the cold dark night. He speaks your name in his slumber, wrapped under a blanket won from one of the five sponsors you gained. You're "forced" to share, he says, but you watched him hide the second one in the bush across the creek you camp near.

You also watched him the night of the tracker jacker attack. He was never in love with Shimmer-er, Dimmer- no Glamour whatever it was. You know that now. You saw the way he looked at her, like prey, like a weakling. He looks at you with pride, you're his equal, his other half. You remember the pain you felt when they pranced around together. You remember how much you hated that girl. You remember shoving her in the chaos of the wasps, shoving her into death. And you aren't sorry. You'll never be.

When morning breaks and the birds in the forest begin to stir, Cato wakes, not knowing that you didn't sleep a wink last night.

"How'd you sleep Clove?" He mumbles, while standing up.

"Fine. I know you slept like a baby," You laugh and shove him over. He sticks his tongue out and pushes you back. He'd never do that with Glamour, or whatshername, she was too delicate.

"Whatever, so how's your face?"

"Perfect, thank you," You lie, it's killing you. The pain throbs and it feels like your head is swelling up twice its size, "I was thinking today we'd kill the kid from Eleven, right?" You smile as Cato nods and pick up three knives from inside your jacket. You slowly whip each one at a nearby tree. They all hit in the dead center. "Where do you think he went towards?"

"Um, I don't really know, I kind of got distracted by you…" He rubs his neck and looks away, his cheeks reddening.

"Mmhm, let's go this way," You try to hide it, but you can't. Cato's so… perfect! And he's all yours.

"Whatever the princess wants," He says cockily, moving on from him awkward comment.

"I like that, I should be a princess you know," You smile and lead him onwards into the forest.

As you pass by the woods, covered in thick densly packed trees, you listen to your surroundings. The only thing better than their current target would be the two Lovers of District Twelve. It's odd how confident they are. They think they're so special, being in love. Being from a lower District. Being on fire. What about the girl in the armour? Or the boy? You roll your eyes and huff out a sigh.

"What's wrong your highness?" You turn around and find Cato bowing to you. You frown. This is how he'd treat the other prissy girl.

"Get up. I can't stand Twelve this year!" You grimace, thinking of how close you were to killing her! You could have made her pay for being such a brat and for taking your spotlight!

Cato hisses, "Me neither. C'mon, I think I saw the girl go this way," he points to a totally new direction, leaving you to wonder why he hadn't said anything in the first place.

You follow Cato into the trees, looking around for any signs of Twelve, stopping only sometimes to look at his butt.

"CATO," you say in a hushed whisper. He turns back to you and you point ahead. A large snare is piled up ahead of you. A smile crosses your freckled face.

"We know you're here Katniss. Come out now and we might spare your little friend. Stay put and we'll find you, and torture you both!" You call, your voice echoing through the dense woods.

"YOU WON'T BE DOING THAT ANY MORE!" A loud voice shouts from behind a bush sprinkled with nightlock. The boy's hand pops around it, a small rock in his giant hand. The boy throws it at you and you dodge. The rock slams into a tree nearby.

"Cato, I think we should teach this moron a lesson. Don't mess with us," You snarl, pouncing ontop of the boy, unaware of what he has with him. A pile of rocks breaks your fall, and you spit a tooth into the boy's face and smile with a bloody ruthless grin. The boy and you both stand up, ready for a face off.

"I agree," Cato replies, but stands away from you and the boy. He knows you can kill the kid with ease.

You smile as you pull out a small, but sharp dagger and ask Cato for his sword, which he tosses to you.

"WHY BOTH?" The boy asks, eyes wide with fright.

"We like to play with our food," A smirk makes its way across your face. This will be fun.

See, here's the bloody, bloody truth
You will hurt and you will lose
I've got scars you won't believe
Wear them proudly on my sleeve
I hope you'll have the sense to know
That sadness comes and sadness goes
Love so hard and play life loud
It's the only thing to give a damn about

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