You were in the hunger games. Your district partner was Peeta, as you were both in district 12. You’d never expected to win the games, you weren’t exactly the most athletic or skilled with a weapon compared to the other tributes. Well except from a bow. You used to go hunting secretly back in your district which had caused you to be pretty skilled with one.

You’d killed a few tributes and Peeta decided to form an alliance. It was dark and while you were both walking through the woods you heard a growl. Moments later mutts were chasing you both.

You’d ran back to the Cornucopia to get on-top of the weirdly shaped building to be safe from the mutts, who couldn’t get up there. It didn’t stop them from jumping up at the sides to try bite their heads off though.

Cato grabbed your shoulder and shoved you across the roof, before punching Peeta. Having gotten there before you both. His face was covered in blood and he looked pretty mad to say the least.

He went to approach you again, but Peeta grabbed him and they wrestled for a while. When you went to try push Cato off he punched you back in the face, making you fall again, in pain.

He punched Peeta in the stomach before approaching you, as you backed up. He then managed to push you to the ground, your head dangling dangerously close to the mutts trying to jump up, as he pushed your head down.

Peeta grabbed him off you, shoving him to the ground as you caught your breathe. You grabbed the bow about to shoot Cato before he grabbed Peeta in a headlock using him as a shield.

Cato looked in pain, as blood came from his mouth, “go on.” he said, not sounding like he was fully conscious. “shoot. then we both go down and you win.” he said, looking at you, “go on. i’m dead anyway.” He said his voice breaking slightly. “i always was right?” he said, looking away slightly then back at you, “i just- i didn’t know that until now.”

“Huh is that what they want?” He yelled out, to the hidden cameras not really knowing where they were or what he was doing, “huh?”

When you moved the arrow to aim at his face, he made a small smug expression, as he moved his hands around Peeta’s head, “I can still do this.” He said talking about how he could just snap his neck, “I can still do this.” He repeated a hint of seriousness in his tone, “Just one more kill. It’s the only thing i know how to do.”

Peeta was whispering for you to shoot, but you ignored him, as Cato kept talking. “Not that it matters.”