I dive into the water and my body hits the cold freezing water with a spash. I regain my senses and swim towards the cornucopia. I am still kind of slow due to the fact that I have over 15 screws in my left leg. I reach the cornucopia and I see the vest of knives sitting on a chest, floating in the cool, clear blue water.
I grab the vest and I pull away but a force pulls the other way. I look up and see Briar Galloway, the female from District One. I kick her in the ribs as ahrd as I can and she releases her hold on the grip I roundhouse kick her and she floats on her back.
I swim as fast as I can away from the bloodbath. I hear screaming and a lot of other noises. I reach dry land and I hide behind a tree. I adjust my vest of knives on and look around carefully. I see Cato come up on dry land and I sneak over to him. He has the same blue amulet patched in on his sleeve. It has the number 2 inside his.
"Clove, nice to see you being you again." Then, Finnick, Johanna, Annie, and Janey surround us. I pull out a knife until they turn towards me and they have the same blue amulet with their district numbers inside the amulet.
"Furling." I mumble to myself. They all nod and I put the silver, glistening knife back in the vest. I nod at my allies. Finnick leans against a tree when I see a spear heading towards his head.
"Finnick, get down!" I yell. I jump and push him out of the way. The spear hits the tree behind him and I turn around and fling a knife in the direction of the spear. I hear a groan and then a cannon blast echoes through the arena.
I slowly and carefully walk over to where the body of a tribute lies. It's the female from 10. I think her name was Terra. I walk back over to my allied group, I suppose. I guess if Furling trusts these people, I can too.
"Come on, we need to find shelter." Cato says. I nod in agreement as does everybody else. We walk through the ruins and the jungle part of the combined arena. Cato reaches a spot in the middle of the forrest.
"Does this suffice?" He says. Everybody nods and we talk about who should take watch. I need some sleep to rest my mind. I've had a terrible couple of a days. Finnick and Janey take the first watch guard. I leab against a tree and a flashback comes into mind. The battle between Katniss and me years ago.
I sit in cover in the bushes waiting for the girl on fire to appear. She is mine and this time, she will not get away alive. I look towards the cornucopia and see a shadow. I got to make a move but I see a different shade of hair then girl on fire's.
That has to be Foxface and before I can blink, she has grabbed her bag and she has already out of sight. I then spot the familiar braid. The brown hair flowing in the wind. I take a knife and run out from the bushes.
Katniss, as she is called I guess, appears from behind the cornucopia and I fling a knife at her forehead. It scrapes her head and she falls to the hard, dirty forest floor. She props back up on her feet and loads her bow and fires an arrow at me. It impales my shoulder. I gasp for a second and pull the arrow out and throw it to the ground.
She goes to load another arrow but I have already reached her and I tackle her to the ground. Her bow goes flying, out of her reach, I smile and we go into a death roll as my trainer used to call it. I get the upper hand after around 5 minutes of us fighting for control.
I pin her arms down with my boots. She struggles under my grasp and I just laugh and shake my head. I pull out a small knife and wave it in front of her face. She looks up at me and I almost release my grip. Images run through my head of my family. I shake my head and focus my attention back on the girl on fire.
“Where’s your boyfriend, District Twelve? Still hanging on?” I say
Well, as long as we’re talking I’m alive. “He’s out there
now. Hunting Cato,” she snarls at me. Then she screams at the top of my lungs. “Peeta!” I
jam my fist into her windpipe, very effectively cutting off her voice.
“Liar,” I say with a grin. “He’s nearly dead. Cato knows where he cut him. You’ve probably got him strapped up in some tree while you try to keep his heart going. What’s in the pretty little backpack? That medicine for Lover Boy? Too bad he’ll never get it.”
I open my jacket. I carefully select an almost dainty-looking number with a cruel, curved blade. “I promised Cato if he let me have you, I’d give the audience a good show.” She's struggling now in an effort to unseat me, but it’s no use. I'm too heavy and my lock on her too tight.
“Forget it, District Twelve. We’re going to kill you. Just like we did your pathetic little ally . . . what was her name? The one who hopped around in the trees? Rue? Well, first Rue, then you, and then I think we’ll just let nature take care of Lover Boy. How does that sound?” Clove asks. “Now, where to start?”
I carelessly wipe away the blood from her wound with my jacket sleeve. For a moment, I survey her face, tilting it from side to side as if it’s a block of wood and I'm deciding exactly what pattern to carve on it. She attempts to bite my hand, but I grab the hair on the top of her head, forcing her back to the ground. “I think . . .” I almost purr. “I think we’ll start with your mouth.” She clamps her teeth together as I teasingly traces the outline of her lips with the tip of the blade.
I press down with force and the carve of the knive makes a long streak along her lips. Blood starts to pour from the cut on her mouth. I do the same to the other side and she is screaming. I grin and then the grin fades to a somewhat sort of frown.
"Look, I'm sorry but I have a family. RIP." I say as I plunge my knife into her abdomen and blood starts to pur from her abdomen. She gasps for air and then her chest stops rising and a cannon blast goes off.
"AHHHHH!" I scream in the memory of the most awful moment of my life. Cato shakes me and holds me close to him.
"Clove, shh... it's ok." He says as I lean my head on his shoulder. My eyes begin to droop and the last thing I hear before my eyes collapse shut is..
"Forever Love and Forever Together."