Battle Scars (A Clato Victory Story)

What if Cato and Clove won the Games?
Thank you Linde for the title.

Chapter 1

Clove's POV

I stand on the Cornicopia, hand in hand with Cato. On the other side, Peeta has Glimmer in a headlock while Katniss lays injured, almost dead, on the cool metal surface.
"If you kill me, she goes down, too!" he says, clearly thinking we still care about our alliance at this point. It's far too late in the game for that.
Boom! Katniss is dead at last. She is no longer the girl on fire. It's our turn to shine.
"Nice job, Cato," I say, pleased with the way things are going. The audience is getting a good show. Maybe they won't take back their rule change now
"Thank you. Do you want to kill those two, or should I?"
"I can." I pull out my favorite knife. It fits in my hand perfectly. One throw, that's all it will take to end this.
The knife spins through the air. Peeta uses Glimmer as a shield.
Boom!
"Final three, Clove." Cato says.
"We're almost home!"
The next knive hits Peeta's arm, causing him to drop Glimmer.
"One shot," I say as I throw the final knife, "Can end it all."
BOOM!
"Clove, we're going home!" Cato says as he pulls me close for a kiss.
"CONGRADULATIONS CATO AND CLOVE, OUR VICTORS FROM TWO! BOY, WAS THAT A CLOSE FINISH! QUITE SOME EXITEMENT FOR THE CROWD!"

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