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No One Knows Who I Am	By : Marblez Category: G through L > The Hunger Games Trilogy Views: 4841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games and I will make no profit from writing this story.

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WARNING – THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS NON-CON / ATTEMPTED RAPE.

The Arena, Day Five

            “Adya! Look out!”
            Under any other circumstances Adya would have responded to his friends cry with a logical argument that he couldn’t “look out” at anything.
            However this wasn’t any other circumstances.
            This was the Hunger Games and if someone called out for you to “look out” that usually meant something bad and most likely deadly was about to happen.
            He was fumbling with the knife which he had stupidly tucked into his belt when something slammed into his body from behind, knocking him to the ground with a startled cry of fear and pain.
            His attacker snatched the knife out of his hands.
            So this was it.
            This was how he was going to die.
            I’m sorry, Cato…
            His attacker grabbed hold of his wrists, pulling them behind his back and binding them tightly together with a piece of rope.
            “No…” Adya gasped when he felt his attacker grind his hips down against Adya’s upturned buttocks. “Stop…”
            He flinched as the knife was used to cut through his belt.
            Struggling to get away from his attacker only seemed to anger them further, a series of sharp blows leaving Adya stunned, gasping for breath and completely unable to fight back when his trousers were literally torn from his body.
            His underwear followed soon after.
            “No!”
            Adya screamed, his body thrashing desperately as he fought back as best as he could when he felt what was unmistakably a sizeable erection press down against the bare skin of his ass.
            “No! Cato! Help me!”
            His struggles came to an abrupt halt when his attacker finally spoke, lips brushing against the shell of his ear,
            “Mine…”
            Cato.
            His attacker was Cato.
            “Mine…”
            What was wrong with him?
            Adya felt tears spill out of his eyes, dripping down his cheeks as his lover began grinding himself against him, muttering almost feverishly.
            “Cato…please…” he whimpered, his breath hitching painfully in his chest as he struggled feebly against the strong body assaulting him. “Please…stop…”
            “Mine…”
            Adya cried out in pain, his sightless eyes widening with shock, when he felt Cato’s fingers probing roughly at his entrance.
            Why was he doing this?
            What was wrong with him?
            Adya let out what could only be described as an inhuman scream when he felt Cato press his fingers deep inside his untouched hole.
            “No!”
            Sam.
            A loud metallic thud followed his young friends scream of anger and Adya was shocked to feel Cato slump limply on top of him, his body completely boneless.
            “Adya!”
            Sam struggled to roll Cato’s unconscious body off of his back, his hands shaking uncontrollably as he fought against the knots binding Adya’s wrists together.
“Are you ok? Did he…did he…?”
Adya sucked in a sharp lungful of air, his whole body trembling as he allowed Sam to pull up his underwear and what was left of his trousers.
            “N-No…why…why would he do that to me?”
            “They’ve been stung…” Sam responded softly, his hands trembling as he removed what was left of Adya’s belt before replacing it with his own. “I think…I think they’ve been stung by Tracker Jackers…”
            “…they?”
            “Clove collapsed on the other side of the Cornucopia,” Sam explained softly, sitting down beside Adya. “Marvel is…he’s not himself either. He attacked me but…but he was hysterical…barely functioning…”
            “And Cato…” Adya paused, gulping loudly. “Cato tried to…”
            Without warning his stomach rebelled and he rolled away just in time to empty its contents onto the ground, heaving loudly and painfully.
            “I don’t…I don’t think it was really him…” Sam mumbled, placing a sympathetic hand on his back. “Even a single sting can cause vivid hallucinations. With the amount of stings he’s received…”
            “He wasn’t himself…”
            Adya choked back a sob.
            It wasn’t as reassuring as it should have been, to find out that his boyfriend had only assaulted him because he was under the influence of a hallucination.
            What sort of a hallucination could it be to make Cato think it was all right to try and…to try and rape him?
            “I hit him over the head with one of the container lids,” Sam continued softly, his hand rubbing gently across Adyas shaking back. “There’s no sign of Lillibet…”
            Coughing deeply Adya deduced that his stomach was done for the moment and rolled himself back into a sitting position, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth before he suggested sadly,
            “Perhaps she was the one they sounded that cannon for earlier on? I mean, if she was with them then she probably got stung and everyone knows that you can die from too many Tracker Jacker stings…”
            “We were told that even one sting can be fatal,” Sam agreed softly. “Adya? What should we do? About Clove and Marvel and…Cato?”
            Adya sighed.
            He knew what they should do.
            Finnish them off while they were too weak to defend themselves.
            Eliminate the rest of the Careers from the 74^th Hunger Games and give the rest of them a fighting chance…
            …but that just wasn’t him.
            He wasn’t a cold bloodied murderer.
            Yes, he’d killed Glimmer but only because of what she’d done, only because she hadn’t given Una the opportunity to at least defend herself.
            If he killed or allowed Sam to kill the three Careers in their current state of vulnerability how was he any better than they were?
            “We should do what we can to help them,” he finally answered the younger boy softly, his sightless eyes searching out his boyfriends unconscious form, easily identified by the way he was currently struggling to breath. “There must be some medical supplies that we can use to treat the stings…”
            Sam hesitated, quite understandably.
            “…we’re going to help them?”
            “Yes.”
            “…why?”
            Adya sighed.
            “Because it’s the right thing to do.”
            Now it was Sam’s turn to sigh.
            “Ok…”
            Adya knew that this decision would come back to bit him in the ass later, probably when Clove finally got her wish and gutted him like a fish, but he didn’t falter in his decision to do the right thing.
            He would not allow the Capitol and these games to turn him into something he wasn’t, to twist him and make him a cold blooded murderer.
            He entered these games as Adya Kaminski, the blind boy from District Eight and he would exit these games as Adya Kaminski, the blind boy from District Eight.
            Not Adya Kaminski, the murderer.
            “We should probably get them inside their tents before we start looking for the medicine,” Adya suggested softly as he struggled unsteadily to his feet, grateful for the gentle hands which quickly moved to steady him.
            Cato, still unconscious from the blow to his head, was relatively easy to move inside the tent they had been sharing despite being surprisingly heavy.
            Clove was a little bit more difficult, twitching uncontrollably as he body fought against the venom pulsing through her veins, whimpering in fear and pain when they finally laid her down on top of her sleeping bag.
            Marvel was the most difficult of the three to move simply because he was still conscious, his large frame working against him as his body resisted the venom being pumped through his system without knocking him out.
            He really had been reduced to little more than a gibbering wreck.
            He fought weakly against them as they forced him into the same tent as Clove, almost like a child would fight against its nightmares.
            “This would be a lot easier if we knocked him out…” Sam grunted.
            “Unlikely,” Adya responded. “I dread to think what he weighs. No way we could carry him between us. Cato was heavy enough.”
            Searching the supply pile, after navigating the active minefield now surrounding it, took a lot longer than anticipated and by the time Sam emerged triumphant it was rapidly cooling off and, according to the younger boy with fully functioning eyesight, it was getting darker.
            “We need to remove the stingers and spread the cream over the stings,” Sam read aloud from the instructions that had been included with the medicine, just as the daily broadcast began. He sighed sadly. “That cannon we heard was for Lillibet.”
            Adya shuddered.
            If she’d been killed whilst with the other that meant she’d probably been strung to death, her body overwhelmed by the venom or the hallucinations…or both…what a truly horrific was you go…
            “I’ll sort out Cato,” he announced, holding out his hand to accept the pot of medicine. “Can you handle Clove and Marvel?”
            “I found a headlamp torch so I should have enough light,” Sam responded. “If I need your help I’ll yell. Hopefully they’re both unconscious by now…”
            Adya slowly made his way back inside the tent he shared with Cato, placing the pot of medicine down near the door before he began carefully stripping his boyfriend’s body down to his underwear.
            “A-Adya…?”
            He froze, his hand resting on Cato’s should where he had just begun his careful search for the stings.
            “Adya? Where are you?”
            Cato’s voice was weak, little more than a whisper and his body remained perfectly still beneath Adyas trembling hands.
            “No…please…not Adya…”
            He was hallucinating.
            “I…I’m here, Cato…” he responded somewhat nervously, his body tensed up as he prepared to throw himself away from his boyfriend should the other boy react as violently as he had before.
            “Please…not Adya…”
            This was a different hallucination.
            “I’m here, Cato,” he murmured as reassuringly as he could, using his fingertips to search out the large stingers poking out of the equally large bumps on his boyfriend’s skin. “I’m here. It’s ok…”
            One by one he removed the deadly stingers, working slowly and carefully so as not to miss any of them despite not being able to see them, all the while reassuring Cato softly as the older boy whimpered and cried and begged, his mind being tortured by whatever the venom was forcing him to see.
            He could hear the voice of the trainer back at the Tribute Centre playing through his head as he worked, mentally counting the number of stings he came across whether they still had a stringer in them or not,
            “Most people can’t tolerate more than a few stings. Most die at once. If you do manage to survive the hallucinations brought on by the deadly venom have been known to drive people insane.”
            Cato had been stung nine times.
            By all accounts he should be dead.
            Adya found himself weeping softly as he covered each of the stings he’d found with a liberal amount of the medicine Sam had found.
            The effect was almost instantaneous, Cato letting out a deep sigh of relief before falling silent for the first time in hours.
            “Hey,” Sam’s soft voice came from the entrance to the tent. “You ok?”
            “Yeah,” Adya mumbled, wiping his hands on his trousers before using his sleeve to wipe away his tears. “You? I didn’t hear you call out…”
            “I’m fine,” Sam answered, moving to sit beside him. “Clove’s pretty bad though. Shaking. Barely breathing.”
            “She’s a lot smaller than Cato and Marvel, isn’t she?” Adya murmured softly. “She’s got less to fight the venom off with than they do.”
            “I suppose so,” Sam agreed with him, his voice equally as soft. “Marvel’s out like a light, finally. Whatever he was seeing must have been really bad, the way he kept reacting like a scared little toddler.”
            “Everyone’s afraid of something.”
            “I realised something while I was treating Clove,” Sam spoke up suddenly after a moment of silence. “Where’s Peeta? He’s not dead, no cannon and no picture in the sky but he’d not here.”
            Adya frowned.
            He was ashamed to admit, even just to himself, that he’d completely forgotten about the other boy.
            “There’s…there’s blood on Cato’s sword…” Sam blurted out suddenly. “You don’t think Peeta had something to do with them all being stung, do you?”
            Adya shrugged.
            “We’ll have to wait until they wake up to find out,” he answered. “I’ll take first watch, if you want. Don’t think I’m going to get much sleep tonight anyway…”
            “Ok. I was just gonna grab some food before turning in,” Sam said, already on his way out of the tent. “I’ll bring you something as well.”
            “Thanks…”
            Once alone with his boyfriend he began feeling around with his hands until he found the spare sleeping bag which they had been using as a pillow and carefully inserted it beneath the sleeping tributes head.
            Pausing for a moment he carefully smoothed Cato’s hair off of his clammy forehead before beginning to search for the other sleeping bag which they had been using as a blanket…and of course it was underneath his boyfriend’s body.
            “Where else would it be, somewhere where it was easily accessible?” he muttered to himself as he began to struggle to get the sleeping bag free without waking the unconscious boy. “No, because that would be too sensible…”
            He had just succeeded in getting his boyfriend covered in the sleeping bag when Sam returned with the promised food – a couple of slightly stale rolls from District Five and a tasteless energy bar each.
            “Sorry, I didn’t fancy climbing the supply mountain in the dark,” he explained apologetically as they tucked into their meagre food. “Not even with the head torch I found. It’s just too dangerous.”
            Adya agreed with him.
            “No need to take any unnecessary risks,” he murmured softly.
            Sam snorted.
            “You mean like healing the three people most likely to kill us?”
            “Yeah,” Adya chuckled in response, wiping his fingers clean on his trousers. “What sort of idiots would do something as stupid as that?”
            “A couple of idiots who’d rather be remembered for helping people than killing them in their sleep?” Sam suggested, confirming Adyas suspicion that the younger boy had been thinking the same things as him all along. “And you never know, we might get killed by the Girl on Fire like everyone was predicting before the games had even started.”
            “I thought it was the Burning Bitch?” Adya asked, pretending to be confused and receiving a chuckle in response. “I thought the odds were against her, or so my idiot of an escort delighted in telling me.”
            “They weren’t against her as such but she wasn’t a stand out favourite if you only take them in to account. She got 7-1 odds, same as Glimmer*,” Sam explained, obviously in his element relaying facts and figures. “Better than most. Way better than my own pathetic 22-1.”
            “22-1? Really? Those are the odds they gave you?” Adya asked, startled by how low his resourceful friends odds of winning were. “I’m guessing they didn’t take your brain into account then.”
            “No,” Sam chuckled wryly. “I wasn’t the worst thought, the boy from seven had odds of 25-1.”
            “And yet District Twelve are the favourites to win, huh?”
            “First volunteer in…well, I don’t know how long but it’s been so long it’s practically unheard of…who managed to achieve a training score of eleven, highest score this year and who spent most of her public appearances literally on fire.”
            Adya couldn’t hold back a shudder.
            If Willow had tried to set him on fire in the name of “fashion” he didn’t know he would have done but it wouldn’t have been pretty.
            “Yeah, she’s a Capitol favourite.”
            Cato’s voice, feeble as it was, startled both of them so much that the pair of them literally jumped in shock,
            “Stupid bitch…”
            “Cato?”
            “Stupid tree…”
            Adya frowned.
            “I think he’s still unconscious,” Sam murmured. “His eyes are closed…”
            “What tree?”
            “No idea,” Sam responded, every bit as confused as Adya.
            “No, not the starfish…the sea monkey has my money…”
            Adya guffawed loudly.
            “Yes, I’m a natural blue…”
            Sam giggled.
            “His dreams sound…interesting…” he mused, struggling to control his giggles. “I’m going to assume that the venom is still affecting him or my view of the big bad career will be forever changed…like with Marvel, or should I say, the toddler.”
            Adya chuckled.
            “We should probably try and get some sleep ourselves,” he suggested. “There’s no telling what the three of them will be like come the morning. We could have an…interesting day ahead of us.”
            “Interesting. What a thoroughly diplomatic way to put it,” Sam responded, crawling slowly towards the entrance of the tent. “I don’t mind taking the first watch. I’ll wake you in a couple of hours.”
            Adya agreed softly.
            He sat still for a moment, listening to the world around him.
            Clove was completely silent in the other tent but Marvel kept yelping every now and then, his booming voice filling the night air each time.
            He listened as Sam took the time to build a fresh fire in the fire pit, humming softly to himself as he worked and Adya was flattered to realise that Sam was humming one of the songs he had sung the other day.
            After a little while of nothing else happening he crawled over to his boyfriend and stretched out beside him, grateful that his earlier violence seemed to have passed, replaced by mumbled which consisted of complete and utter nonsense,
            “…bobbing along…on the bottom of the beautiful briny sea…what do you mean you not lucky…scary feet scary feet scary feet…”
            Adya smiled.
            Closing his eyes he allowed Cato’s soft voice to lull him to sleep.
            “…phenomenal cosmic power…itty bitty living space…do I know the muffin man? No…no I don’t. Do you know the muffin man? Everything’s shiny…”

A/N So…who knew Cato was such a Disney geek when he’s high? Yeah, me neither, just sort of happened that way. Anyway hope you all like it…also hope it wasn’t too graphic… Comments and suggestions welcomed as always. X

* made up because apparently Katniss’ training scores remain a mystery even to the never ending resources of the internet…
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