Icy with Brutal

The ice princess and the brutal killer. Both tributes from District 2. They hope to dominate the games. They decide a little bit of love can help them out. So they put on an act.That takes an unexpected turn when they fall for each other


17. Chapter 17

Clove's POV

A few hours later, I glance over at Cato. His eyes do not leave the Feast. There are 4 bags.Twelves is small,eleven big,five's is also big. I look at ours. What could possibly be in there? We don't desperately need anything!"Cato, if twelve comes, I'm going out there. Don't chase after me."

"Clove, I'll go too." He replies, his eyes still on the Feast.

"I can handle myself, Cato." I emphasize his name. He turns to me.

"I'm not letting you get hurt, Clove." He does the same to my name.

"Twelve is my kill Cato!"

"Eleven is mine!"

"I'll be eleven's bait."

"I'm not using you for that."

"Oh, but you didn't have a problem using me last night."

"Clove, I wasn't using you. You know I love you." Our eyes both move back to the Feast. Five's bag is gone. We were to busy arguing to even notice. District Twelve shoots out of the bushes, Glimmers bow in hand. Without thinking twice, I run out after her.

She grabs her backpack and I throw my knife. She ducks so it only cuts her forehead. She shots an arrow at me. Luckily, I'm able to dodge it. I run at her and tackle her.

I put her in a hold that is nearly impossible to get free of. Only Cato can do it. "Where's your boyfriend, District Twelve? Still hanging on?" I say, picturing Cato laughing.

"He's out there now. Hunting Cato. Peeta!" She replies.

I slam my fist onto her windpipe,cutting off her voice."Liar." I grin."He's nearly dead. Cato know where he cut him. You've probably got him strapped up in some tree while you try to keep his heart going. What's in the pretty little bag? That medicine for Lover Boy. Too bad he'll never get it." I open up my jacket and look at my impressive arrangement of knives. I pick a nice cruel, curved blade.

"I promised Cato if he let me have you,I'd give the audience a good show." She struggles to get free of my hold."Forget it, District Twelve. We're going to kill you. Just like your pathetic little ally...what was her name? The one that hopped around in the trees? Rue? Well,first Rue, then you, and I think we'll let nature take care of Lover Boy. How does that sound? Now, where to start?"

I wipe the blood from her forehead with my jacket sleeve. I survey her head."I think we'll start with your lips. Yes, I don't think you'll have much use for those anymore. Want to blow Lover Boy one last kiss?" She spits blood onto my face. My body fills with rage."All right then. Let's get started.

All of a sudden I feel hands wrap around my waist. They aren't Cato's hands either.I look down. I'm at least a foot off the ground. I see big, black hands. It's eleven. Little does he know he just did the wrong thing. He just touched me and Cato is in distance to throw his spear. This boy just made the wrong decision.. 

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