The Fight For Survival*Icy with Brutal Sequel*

Please read Icy with Brutal first.
Cato and Clove have won the Games together. Their love was in fact an act. Now they are forced to love each other. And they do. They are forced to fight for survival.Snow will make sure to hold them back from achieving that, but Snow doesn't know, they won't give up, even if they are forced to fight again.

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3. Chapter 3

Cato's POV

Clove and I continue hunting."Ok, killing one person doesn't it cut it from me. How about you Clove?"

"Yeah, I need to kill more people. We are not leaving until we both kill at least one more person." Clove agrees.

"How did you manage to get that little blood on your face?"

"I stabbed her in the head. How did you manage to get so much blood on your face?"

'Sword fighting requires you to be close to the person."

"How dare that girl say she is the best knife thrower in history. That is my title."

"Yes it is, Clover."

"Cato,look."

"What are Peacekeepers doing out here? Let's go. I don't want to get caught." I glance at Clove. She is gone. Before I can even turn my attention to the Peacekeepers I hear a cry. I hope it's not Clove. I look over and see one Peacekeeper on the ground, wincing in pain,the other a knife to his throat. The Peacekeeper on the ground reaches for his gun. Just about as I am going to slash the Peacekeeper, Clove throws her knife at his chest. It was obvious they didn't have vests on. She continues with the other Peacekeeper. She slits his throat and cuts his lips off so he can't scream. She turned to me and twirled her knife. She pulled her other knife out of the Peacekeepers chest. Her knives dripped blood and so did her face.

"Nice job, Clover." I laugh. It's amazing how brutal she is. I couldn't help myself. We stood across from each other. I just stared at her. She looked really adorable.

"Cato, are we going to continue hunting or are we going to stare at each other all night?" She says, again twirling her knife around.

"Clove, duck!" Clove ducks her head and I throw my spear at a Peacekeeper.

Something comes across Clove. Her eyes flutter and she bolts towards our house. I grab my spear from the Peacekeepers chest and race after her."Cato, watching." She says to me as I walk in the door. She is pacing with her hands on her head.

"What?" I have no clue what she is talking about.

"Us."

"How could I forget! This is my fault."

"We are so dead, Cato."

"Called it. Let's just act like nothing happened.Good night, Clover."

"Good night, Blondie." We both walked up the stairs. In a way, I hope she follows me into my room. Instead, she goes straight into hers.

Clove's POV

I wash my face off and get my pajamas on. As soon as my head hits my pillow, I fall sleep.

*The next morning*

I wake up the next morning refreshed and satisfied. I decide I better take a shower and wash all the blood off of me. I go into the bathroom and get undressed. Just as I am about to get in the shower, no other than Cato, barges in."Cato! Don't you knock." I try to cover my naked body.

"I didn't know you were in here." Cato lifts an eyebrow and stares at me. His eyes wander up and down my body. I just give him a mean look.

"I'm going to take a shower. Leave."

"Nothing I haven't seen." Cato looks in the mirror and turns on the sink. The blood on his face has dried and he begins to wash it off.

"You've never seen this."

"Do you not remember that night?"

"It was dark!"

"Oh,please."

"Why are you in here, anyway?"

"I was going to take a shower, get this blood off of me."

" There are four billion bathrooms in this house and you just have to choose this one."

"Spot on, Clover." He lifts his head from the sink.

"Give me a towel. I'll go to a different bathroom."

"No." I grab a towel and try to leave, but Cato blocks the door."Where do you think you're going, Clover?" He seductively whispers into my ear. He goes to kiss my neck.

I push him back and say."Now isn't a good time for your foolish, immature acts, Cato." I wrap the towel around my bare body and leave. I walk into the master suite. I look at the bed that Cato and I are suppose to be sharing, but we both know that will never happen.

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