I stop. I feel shivers down my spine. How do I feel about Cato? The question. "I-I-I-I," I stop. "How do I feel about Cato?" Marble nods. "I," I wait for a few moments, thinking about my answer and waiting for the suspense.
"I don't know. He knows how I feel about him. And if he doesn't, then he'll find out soon I guess. We should go. We need to keep going. People probably know where we are. Let's go," I say, grabbing some packs.
We climb down. We trudge through the never ending jungle for a while. We're hot, sweaty, tired, on edge, crabby, cranky, out of it, and exhausted when we hear something. My head bolts up.
"Cato! Cato! Cato! CATO! CLOVE! Clove! Clove! Clove! Hang on! HANG ON! I'M COMING! I'm coming! I'm on my way! I'M ON MY WAY! I PROMISE! I prom-" I yell. Marble clamps his hand over my mouth.
"Shut up! Look! They aren't here! They can't be! They aren't! It the freaking Hunger Games. They can't be here and they aren't. Look and use your eyes for once. Ok? Look, jabberjays," he says, pointing and slowly moving his hand.
I nod. "Right. Um. Sorry. We should probably keep moving," I say and he nods. "Yeah. Let's go." I start walking again. I hear a twig snap and I climb up the nearest tree. I see someone behind Marble and I point at them.
Marble nods and turns. He yells and throws his spear. The tribute shrieks and I shut my eyes. I hear one last scream and then a cannon. I shudder and climb down. Marble and I start running, not wanting to meet the hovercraft or another tribute.
I slide to a stop and grab a tree branch. I hold my arm out and Marble grabs it. I stare in awe and fear. It's a pit. And it's giant.
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Together Again
FanfictionA Cato Hadley x OC story. Suzzane Collins owns all the characters except for Birch. Enjoy!
