CatoxKatniss-FC

Katniss' last thoughts were simple. As simple as her addled brain could handle after watching her fellow tribute savagly sliced down, a knife slit across his throat. And she had fought so hard; with such anger. They were going to get out together- her and Peeta. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were supposed to win, they were supposed to greet their families together... And now, she had failed too. He was too strong, to perceptive of the agony that raged inside of here, and it was her weakness. Like a predator smells sickness on their prey, Cato had found her sick spot. And he had enjoyed making her cry before he killed her. Somewhere,

XI. In the dead of night, his fingers traced over her neck and down her arms. It traced the zipper as he slowly let it slide down her back. She caressed all his scars, and he with a shuddering breath, told her how he got each. It was like a map of his life, from his first trainings to become a victor, to the invisible place where he had been killed. His fingers circled the scar that was still shining white against her olive skin where he had drove the steel into flesh. She jumped a little, her heart fluttering and voice cracking at the sensation. She had not even let her fingers trace that semi-circle because that would make it real. But