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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7. Chapter 7

*This chapter is written by my cousin. Thanks Kelly.*

Clove's POV

After Enobaria and I have all our outfits for the tour, Olivia and Harley leave. I guess Cato's stylist left as well. Enobaria and I join the boys in the kitchen. They seem to be having fun slamming shots. Almost everyone in this district drinks, so it wasn't a surprise to me that Cato did as well. Enobaria goes to Brutus and takes some of his drink.

I go to Cato and he kisses me."Hey." His breathe smells of alcohol.

"Hi." I kiss him back despite his breathe.

"Care for a drink?"

"Sure. Straight up."

"That's my girl." Cato fills up a glass and hands it to me.

"We are going to be spending almost two weeks on a train with Harley. Drink up." Enobaria laughs.

I chug whatever is in the glass Cato handed to me and slammed it down."Hit me."

"Damn, I didn't know you drank."

"Everyone in the place does.Give me that." I take the bottle from his hands and drink some.

"Sharing is caring." Cato laughs and steals the bottle back.

"We are going to get drunk."

"They already are." Cato points to Enobaria and Brutus who appear to be drunk. To my surprise Cato doesn't seem drunk.

"So are you."

"Not completely. I'll let you catch up."

"I think I'm going to go. I have to wake up early tomorrow." Enobaria grabs a bottle and leaves. Brutus follows.

"I burnt the dog, Cato." I laugh. I finish off the bottle that Cato is holding.

"Good girl." It hits me, we are both have had way to many drinks. Cato picks me up and throws me onto the dining room table. We never eat there so nothing is on it. This is the first time we've used it.

"Cato." He gets on top of me and kisses me. He ways a lot more than I do.

"Shut up and drink." Cato slams a drink in my face. I'm not sure what he is doing.

"I can't drink anymore."

"Do it,Clove." He has a look in his eyes that I don't want to deny. So I do as he says.

"Chill out,Cato."

"Shut up." I stand up and Cato pulls me to the couch."Strip for me." Cato sits down on the couch and I fall on top of him. I bury my head in his chest. I ignore the words that he said. He pulls me by the hair so that I'm facing him. He raises his hand and slaps me. It hurt pretty bad. Cato has a lot of strength."Do what I tell you." I know hes drunk and so am I but he just hit me. I pull a knife out and sit on Cato.

"Do what I tell you or this will end up in your throat." I threaten him. He knows I won't do it.

He grabs my hair and slams me down on the couch."Good try,Clove."

I suddenly feel all the drinks coming back up. I get up and run, more like stumble, to the bathroom. Cato follows. After we are done throwing up our drinks, Cato picks me up and brings me to the only bedroom downstairs.

Cato's POV

I wake up the next morning with my arms wrapped around Clover."Clover?" I whisper into her ear.

"Cato, what happened last night?" Clove responded rubbing her eyes.I knew she wouldn't know. She can't remember much of anything.

"I'm not sure." Clove sat up and I say a mark on her right cheek."What happened to your cheek?"

"That's one thing I remember. You hit me."

"I'd never hurt you,Clove. You know that. Did I really hit you?"

"Yes, but it's no big deal. We were drunk."

"No, it kind of is a big deal. I'm sorry,Clover."

"It's ok. I've caused you a lot of pain. I kind of deserve it. It's not like anyone will notice. I'll cover it with my hair."

"Let's go! Train leaves in ten if you are on it or not." Enobaria shouts from the living room. Clove and I get up. We get dressed and drag ourselves out of our house and two Peacekeepers escorted us to the train station. As soon as we boarded the train, Clove and I went back to bed.

"Cato?" Clove asked me as I wrapped my arms around her.

"What?" I responded.

"I think I'm loosing my memory."

"You lost that awhile ago,Clover."

"No, I'm serious,Cato." 

"I know. So am I."

"I can't remember the Games."

"That's a good thing, right?"

"No, I can't remember anything. I don't even remember who I killed."

"Do you remember how to throw?"

"Of course. Well I think."

"Maybe you should see a doctor."

"No shit, Cato." 

"I mean it,Clove. Thresh damaged your temple. I'm surprised you didn't die."

"I know. You are the reason I'm alive, Cato."

"Clove, are you sure you don't remember any of the Games?"

"Yes. I don't remember anything."

"Come with me."

"Where are we going,Cato?"

'Come on."

I took Clove to the train car with the giant television in it. I looked through the shows and found it. The Seventy-fourth Hunger Games. Every second of it.

We sat there and watched it. Clove cuddled up next to me and I ordered some cherries."Look, we can change the point of view." I wondered if we could watch our camera.

"Change it to ours." Clove eagerly responded. I moved the arrow to my name and pressed select. We watched the Games from our perspective."Now, I remember somethings."

"Good. I can't believe Marvel was killed by Lover Girl."

"I believe it. He was dumb." 

Clove and I watched only one-fourth of the Games by the time we got to District One.

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