The hunger games: if Cato saved Clove

Chapter nineteen

Chapter nineteen: the announcement

"How long have I been out?" Is the first thing I ask.

"I don't know, I've lost count." That can't be good.

"Well we should probably-" I'm interrupted by the sound of trumpets.

"There has been a rule change," Claudius Templesmith booms. "Two people from the same district can win together. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favour!"

"YES!!!" Yikes! That was louder than I expected!

"Clove, Thresh could've heard that!" He sounds desperate.

"Which ones Thresh?"

"Eleven boy."

"And? Even if he did I bet we have better weapons and more combat skills."

"Did you see him in training? He hurled a weight to the other side of the room and made a dent in the wall."

"How the heck did he do that, I can't even lift those things!"

"Well, you're not really a weight lifter are you?" He's right so I try to change the subject.

"But we could win together!"

"Don't get over excited, we have to kill the other tributes first."

"Okay, Katniss doesn't have a skill, Peeta-"

"Katniss had her hands on Glimmer's bow when I cut Peeta."

"Fine, Katniss can use a bow, Peeta has Katniss, Thresh can use anything heavy, five, wait, I haven't seen five since the interviews!"

"Me neither, but continue."

"And then that's it, oh wait, Clove is amazing at throwing knives and Cato can use a sword better than a victor."

"Thanks Clove." I love it when he smiles.

"You're welcome."

"Do you remember that time when I asked you if you could sing, and you said you had a throat problem so you couldn't?"

"Yep, and then you caught me singing your favourite song the day after."

"Can you sing it again?" Oh shoot, he wants me to sing.

"Fine." Why the heck did I just say that? I guess I'll have to do it now.

"I'm bleeding out

So if the last thing that I do,

Is bring you down

I'll bleed out for you,

So I bare my skin

And I count my sins

And I close my eyes

And I take it in,

I'm bleeding out

I'm bleeding out for you, for you."

"Happy?" I ask sarcastically.

"More than happy."

There's an awkward silence between us and then we hear a scream.