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Cato
stands
before
me
,
almost
at
the
lip
of
the
horn
,
holding
Peeta
in
some
kind
of
headlock
,
cutting
off
his
air
.
Peeta
's
clawing
at
Cato
's
arm
,
but
weakly
,
as
if
confused
over
whether
it
's
more
important
to
breathe
or
try
and
stem
the
gush
of
blood
from
the
gaping
hole
a
mutt
left
in
his
calf
.
I
aim
one
of
my
last
two
arrows
at
Cato
's
head
,
knowing
it
'll
have
no
effect
on
his
trunk
or
limbs
,
which
I
can
now
see
are
clothed
in
a
skintight
,
flesh-colored
mesh
.
Some
high-grade
body
armor
from
the
Capitol
.
Was
that
what
was
in
his
pack
at
the
feast
?
Body
armor
to
defend
against
my
arrows
?
Well
,
they
neglected
to
send
a
face
guard
.
Cato
just
laughs
.
"
Shoot
me
and
he
goes
down
with
me
.
"
He
's
right
.
If
I
take
him
out
and
he
falls
to
the
mutts
,
Peeta
is
sure
to
die
with
him
.
We
've
reached
a
stalemate
.
I
ca
n't
shoot
Cato
without
killing
Peeta
,
too
.
He
ca
n't
kill
Peeta
without
guaranteeing
an
arrow
in
his
brain
.
We
stand
like
statues
,
both
of
us
seeking
an
out
.
My
muscles
are
strained
so
tightly
,
they
feel
they
might
snap
at
any
moment
.
My
teeth
clenched
to
the
breaking
point
.
The
mutts
go
silent
and
the
only
thing
I
can
hear
is
the
blood
pounding
in
my
good
ear
.
Peeta
's
lips
are
turning
blue
.
If
I
do
n't
do
something
quickly
,
he
'll
die
of
asphyxiation
and
then
I
'll
have
lost
him
and
Cato
will
probably
use
his
body
as
a
weapon
against
me
.
In
fact
,
I
'm
sure
this
is
Cato
's
plan
because
while
he
's
stopped
laughing
,
his
lips
are
set
in
a
triumphant
smile
.
As
if
in
a
last-ditch
effort
,
Peeta
raises
his
fingers
,
dripping
with
blood
from
his
leg
,
up
to
Cato
's
arm
.
Instead
of
trying
to
wrestle
his
way
free
,
his
forefinger
veers
off
and
makes
a
deliberate
X
on
the
back
of
Cato
's
hand
.
Cato
realizes
what
it
means
exactly
one
second
after
I
do
.
I
can
tell
by
the
way
the
smile
drops
from
his
lips
.
But
it
's
one
second
too
late
because
,
by
that
time
,
my
arrow
is
piercing
his
hand
.
He
cries
out
and
reflexively
releases
Peeta
who
slams
back
against
him
.
For
a
horrible
moment
,
I
think
they
're
both
going
over
.
I
dive
forward
just
catching
hold
of
Peeta
as
Cato
loses
his
footing
on
the
blood-slick
horn
and
pluminets
to
the
ground
.
We
hear
him
hit
,
the
air
leaving
his
body
on
impact
,
and
then
the
mutts
attack
him
.
Peeta
and
I
hold
on
to
each
other
,
waiting
for
the
cannon
,
waiting
for
the
competition
to
finish
,
waiting
to
be
released
.
But
it
does
n't
happen
.
Not
yet
.
Because
this
is
the
climax
of
the
Hunger
Games
,
and
the
audience
expects
a
show
.
I
do
n't
watch
,
but
I
can
hear
the
snarls
,
the
growls
,
the
howls
of
pain
from
both
human
and
beast
as
Cato
takes
on
the
mutt
pack
.
I
ca
n't
understand
how
he
can
be
surviving
until
I
remember
the
body
armor
protecting
him
from
ankle
to
neck
and
I
realize
what
a
long
night
this
could
be
.
Cato
must
have
a
knife
or
sword
or
something
,
too
,
something
he
had
hidden
in
his
clothes
,
because
on
occasion
there
's
the
death
scream
of
a
mutt
or
the
sound
of
metal
on
metal
as
the
blade
collides
with
the
golden
horn
.
The
combat
moves
around
the
side
of
the
Cornucopia
,
and
I
know
Cato
must
be
attempting
the
one
maneuver
that
could
save
his
life
-
to
make
his
way
back
around
to
the
tail
of
the
horn
and
rejoin
us
.
But
in
the
end
,
despite
his
remarkable
strength
and
skill
,
he
is
simply
overpowered
.
