Nightfall is drawing close and I can’t manage to settle the shaking in my hands. Myself and Cato are still arguing over who will retrieve our gift from the feast at dawn. He knows I can run faster than him, I’m smaller too, I can grab the bag and go, but he’s fighting me. He is so focused on killing Katniss himself that he doesn’t see what needs to be done to keep us both alive. I need to find a way to bargain with him. “Cato, let me get the bag, if I see Katniss I will end her myself. Slowly and painfully. You know how handy I am with knives!” I say this with a sly smile on my face, hoping he doesn’t see through to my immense feelings of fear. His face is serious, tense, he looks like he’s built of stone while he thinks. In all honesty, I
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Finally his stone face crumbles and he turns to me, “If I let you go to the feast and you cross paths with Katniss, you have to promise me, Clove promise me you will put on a good show when you kill her. Slowly and painfully like you said.” He is almost begging me, I don’t understand his hatred for this girl. Maybe it is to do with all the attention she got when she became the ‘Girl on Fire,’ or maybe when she received a higher training score than him. “I promise,” I say to him, and with that he goes to sleep and I take the first watch.
At the break of dawn we pack up the little resources we have left and make our way towards the Cornucopia. Cato hasn’t uttered a word, and I don’t dare strike up a conversation. In just under an hour we arrive at the brim of the open field. The plan is for me to move swiftly and quickly, grab the bag and run while Cato keeps a lookout along the perimeter. Just as the first ray of sun glints off the shining Cornucopia, a table …show more content…
“Want to blow Lover Boy one last kiss?” I announce, half to Katniss but also to the audience who I know will have all eyes placed upon us. Suddenly as I am about to make the first cut I am yanked into the air. I am stunned as I’m dangling a foot off the ground. I have no idea what is happening. Then I realise, Thresh has me. He has me and he is going to kill me. He throws me to the ground like a piece of meat. He shouts at me with all his power. He is talking so loud but I can hardly hear a word. I feel as if I am now the one made of stone. I make out a few words and hear Rue’s name. He’s asking if I killed Rue. I scramble backwards begging him, and telling him it wasn’t me. He shouts again and all I can scream is “No! Please!” I see the rock in his hand and know that there is no way I am going to survive. Even Cato can’t save me now. Before Thresh brings the rock forcefully onto my skull, I shed a single tear and loosen my tense body. I give up. The Capitol has beat
Finally his stone face crumbles and he turns to me, “If I let you go to the feast and you cross paths with Katniss, you have to promise me, Clove promise me you will put on a good show when you kill her. Slowly and painfully like you said.” He is almost begging me, I don’t understand his hatred for this girl. Maybe it is to do with all the attention she got when she became the ‘Girl on Fire,’ or maybe when she received a higher training score than him. “I promise,” I say to him, and with that he goes to sleep and I take the first watch.
At the break of dawn we pack up the little resources we have left and make our way towards the Cornucopia. Cato hasn’t uttered a word, and I don’t dare strike up a conversation. In just under an hour we arrive at the brim of the open field. The plan is for me to move swiftly and quickly, grab the bag and run while Cato keeps a lookout along the perimeter. Just as the first ray of sun glints off the shining Cornucopia, a table …show more content…
“Want to blow Lover Boy one last kiss?” I announce, half to Katniss but also to the audience who I know will have all eyes placed upon us. Suddenly as I am about to make the first cut I am yanked into the air. I am stunned as I’m dangling a foot off the ground. I have no idea what is happening. Then I realise, Thresh has me. He has me and he is going to kill me. He throws me to the ground like a piece of meat. He shouts at me with all his power. He is talking so loud but I can hardly hear a word. I feel as if I am now the one made of stone. I make out a few words and hear Rue’s name. He’s asking if I killed Rue. I scramble backwards begging him, and telling him it wasn’t me. He shouts again and all I can scream is “No! Please!” I see the rock in his hand and know that there is no way I am going to survive. Even Cato can’t save me now. Before Thresh brings the rock forcefully onto my skull, I shed a single tear and loosen my tense body. I give up. The Capitol has beat