The Hunger Gams- Clove's DeathI sit quietly, watching the Cornucopia, eyeing the four backpacks, marked with 2, 5, 11, and 12. I promised Cato I would keep my only eye for District 12 to come out. But she doesnt, inside the Cornucopia, darts the sly girl from District 5, snatches her bag and sprints towards the forest. Maybe she's the one Cato and I should be concerned about. Especially if she made it this far. Impressive. But I focus my attention back on the District 12 pack. I don't care if Thresh comes around and snatches his. Cato can handle him easily.
Then I see my chance, Katniss leaps from the bushes, loading an arrow, and heading towards the mouth of the golden horn. I take off after her. As soon as she's just a few inches away from the table, I reach for my best throwing knife and threw it at her head, it only misses by a few inches, now she releases her arrow to me. It gets lodged only in my leg. My heart begins to race and I quickly remove the arrow, while she's loading another. As soon as it's out she
The Hunger Games Marvel's DeathThe Hunger Games Marvel's Death3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Snap! The lifeless corspe falls to the ground. What used to be the district 3 male, is now a lifeless being. The whites of his eyes showing, nearly unbearable to look at. I turn away and see what remains of our supplies. That's why Cato killed him in the first place, he knows and so do I, that he was suppose to guard those supplies. He failed. The cannon fires and Cato rounds up any weapons from the rack that was under the shade and protection of our barriers.
Cato and Clove begin to walk away from the Cornucopia. There's no reason to stay here, no supplies, no campsite, and in my opinion, no allience. I think back to when I first left home, how my sickly brother's body was sprawled in the bed, chin covered in his coughed-up blood, breathing sounded like gasping. And in a blink of an eye, he was gone. Gone with the wind, leaving me alone to enter the games.
That's when I remember, the net trap I set up, maybe some poor tribute was stupid enough to fall for it. I hope it's Katniss, Cato
Stay With Me"Cato!" A voice shrieked, making Cato jump. "Cato!"Stay With Me3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Cato ran blindly towards the noise. It couldn't be Clove who was screaming. Clove never, ever shrieked like that. Never shrieked with such open terror in her voice. As he ran, he saw fire girl running away into the woods, and Thresh running back over to the grassy area. Clove, meanwhile, lay on the ground, crumpled like a broken doll.
He dropped to his knees beside her, his breaths ragged. Clove reached out for his hand, panting. Blood ran down from her forehead.
"You stay with me," he ordered. "You have to stay with me, Clove, do you hear me? I can't lose you, Clove. I can't!"
"I don't want to die," she rasped, her breathing ragged. She blinked, tears running down her forehead.
"You won't," Cato said, feeling hopeless. Tears were running down his face now, too. "You'll be ok, Clove. I promise."
She just shook her head, blood mixing with her tears. Her breathing was slowing now, and the girl Cato loved looked more scar
ShatteredCato didn't mind it at all when he fell to the ground, and the mutts began to tear him apart. To him, he was already dead. He didn't really deserve to win these games. He could have saved her. He could have saved his Clove.Shattered3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He felt numb as the mutts ripped into him, snarling and growling. He remembered Clove turning around and flashing him a snarky smile as she hit the centre of the target again. Remembered her sitting on top of him, pinning him down to the ground with a knife to his throat, smiling because she had won that time. Her lips, soft under his own.
Remembered blood splashing onto her face as she killed a helpless tribute, then flashing him a grim smile. Her telling him secretly under the stars that killing didn't make her feel exactly human anymore. Their argument over who would go in to kill Twelve and retrieve their packs. Her desperate screech for help, and watching her die, her hand clutched in his. Her lifeless hazel eyes cold and empty.
As the arrow that finally promis
74th H G- FOXFACE!!~Death~74th H G- FOXFACE!!4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
My feet are floating on the ground compared to Peeta's. He tromped along, obediently following Katniss's command's. I think it would be a good idea to ally up with Katniss because she knows how to hunt and frankly scares Cato, but she is so bossy and fussy. Chiding Peeta for walking like a fat elephant, teaching him a signal because she's worried he'll get lost like a small child in the mall, and is just so bossy. However, if it weren't for Peeta's lack of walking skills and Peeta and Katniss skwalbling like an old married couple, I would be going hungry. Eventually Katniss lets Peeta go and I decide to follow Peeta because he's easy to follow and unlike Katniss, he wouldn't know the different between the sound of a bird pecking for seed sin the leafs and me walking on my velvet tread. He finds the stream and starts picking berries from bushes growing on the water side. I was never sure if the berries were edible or not, but if Peeta is picking them to bring back to Ka
Clove gets it Thresh picked up Clove by her foot. He slammed her hard on the ground, she groaned in agony as the force sent jolts of pain through her back. He looked down at her as Katniss watched the whole thing from the side.Clove gets it3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"You kill her?!" he yelled, making Clove cringe, before she could respond he raised the rock above his head.
"No! Cato!" she yelled back, but now at this moment she was helpless. Thresh had the upper hand and being the only one else there, Katniss was most certainly not going to try and stop him. Thresh stepped closer to Clove and as he prepared to strike.
"Are you scared?" he said without yelling. Clove looked at him confused, but hopefully he started to feel a bit mercy for her.
"Yes" she said crossing her fingers.
"Well you shouldn't be... because you're on Scare Tactics" he put down the rock as camera crews appeared from behind the cornucopia and from the out rim of the bushes.
"Oh my God" Clove said putting her hands to her face, flushed red with embarrassmen
The Careers - Part 31Clove POVThe Careers - Part 313 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I wake up the next day to Cato shaking my arm, "It's time." I quickly spring up and pack up my bag. I check my belt of knives, making sure each slot is filled. I pull my hair into a ponytail and stick two knives into my hair. I shove a few more into my pockets, wanting to make sure I have enough artillery for the battle. Cato puts an extra sword in his pant-loop and carries the sword he favors.
I take a deep breath, "You ready?" My heart is beating incredibly quick, either from the adrenaline of a kill or the fear of death.
Cato examines me starting at the feet and trailing his eyes all the way to meet mine. He's looking at me like he's trying to memorize my every curve and limb. "As ready as I'll ever be," Cato smirks.
I grab Cato's hand pulling him towards the tree-line of the Cornucopia. He seems like he is trying to resist the battle. We have to finish this though. I want to go home, I can't stand it here.
I find a good hiding spot close to the Cornucopia in the brush. In
Sixty Years Later..The old woman sat in her rocking chair by the warm stone hearth, watching her granddaughter read a book near the fire. It was a peaceful moment, and the woman closed her eyes, and leaned her head back. It was one of the good things in living in District Seven, it had none of the hustle and bustle of the other districts. It was quiet. The only sound was the rock of her chair, the turn of pages and the crackle of fire. But too soon, the silence was broken.Sixty Years Later..3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Grandma, what were the Hunger Games?"
The old woman's eyes flew open with shock, then she sighed. It wasn't inevitable, she thought to herself sadly. She was bound to ask some time.
"They were a punishment," the women began slowly, cringing. "A punishment for uprising against the Capitol. They used to rule over us. They had every sort of luxury you could imagine, while half of the nation was starving. Every year, 24 children, two from each district, a boy and a girl, were sent out to the Capitol, where they would fight t
.:Clato Fanfiction:. Chapter 2 We walked together to the town square, a stunned silence between us both. Not a word was said until we reached our separate ways..:Clato Fanfiction:. Chapter 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Good luck, Cato." I said softly. He nodded and squeezed my hand. I watched him walk to the boys line. The women at the desk took my blood, and sent me forward. I waited with the other girls, and soon, the district 2 capital representative, Avalon, walked onto the stage.
"Happy Hunger Games!" She cried, her bright orange hair shining brightly in the sun. Everyone stared up at her, expressionless. She cleared her throat and nodded, showing us the clip from the capital, explaining the games. I had butterflies in my stomach. I wasn't sure whether or not I should volunteer. I started to feel sick.
"Well now, let's start with the boys this year!" Avalon said in her shrill voi
ImpressiveClove grabbed a knife out of her vest and threw it at the target. She whipped around, grabbed another knife and threw it at the target next to it. She then retrieved two smaller knives hidden in her ponytail and threw them one after the other. All of this was done lightning-fast, and she turned around and gave Cato a snarky smile. His heart jumped a little, but he hid it well, flashing her an arrogant smile in return.Impressive3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"That was impressive," he said as she walked towards him, putting her knives back into their places.
"This is coming from the famous, unbeatable Cato Underwood," she drawled, looking at him with her piercing hazel eyes. "Should I bow down?"
"That would be nice," he said, nodding, and she grinned at him, and shook her head, all the while playing with one of her knives, twirling it and swirling it around her fingers.
"Yeah right, Cato. I don't bow down to anyone, in case you haven't noticed," she said, raising her eyebrows challengingly.
"What if I were to make you?"
The Careers - Part 29Clove POVThe Careers - Part 293 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Cato and I are awoken by Seneca Crane's voice booming through the arena. I sit up startled and Cato grasps his sword.
Seneca says, "There has been a slight rule change." Cato and I look at each other confusedly and worriedly.
Seneca continues, "The new rules are if two people, from the same district, are the final two tributes, they both can win." I look over to Cato, shocked. We can both go home, be together. I have an awful feeling there will be a catch but I don't even care right now! I am so relieved!
"That is all. Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor," Seneca finishes and the arena goes quiet.
"Di-did you hear him?" Cato stands up, "We can both win! We can go home, Clove! I-I can't believe it!" His teeth are sparkling when the sun hits them. This is the largest I have seen him genuinely smile since I've met him. He's truly joyful.
"We can do this, Cato! We can win. We can go home. We can be together," I look him straight in the eyes, smiling. I can'
The Careers - Part 19Clove POVThe Careers - Part 193 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I wake up to Antoinette screaming at us to get out of bed. Apparently, we were already late for training. I spring out of bed and throw on my training uniform in the bathroom before Cato even stands up. I gallop over to Cato, "Common Cato, sleepy-head." I am smirking at him and he laughs.
"I'm going," He responds as he grunts. He grabs my head in his hands and kisses my forehead. "I'll be ready soon." I nod and trot out of his room. He quickly gets in the skin-tight uniform for training and meets me out in the dining room. We quickly shove food down our throats, as Antoinette escorts us into the elevator down to training. I steal a quick kiss from Cato before the elevator opens.
Antoinette pushes us out, "Good luck!" The elevator closes and we approach the only other people in the Training Center, Marvel and Glimmer.
"Cato!" Glimmer screeches as she runs over and hugs him. I roll my eyes and approach Marvel.
"Hey Clove," he says and awkwardly hugs me.
"Hey," I grunt as he squ
The Careers - Part 28Cato POVThe Careers - Part 283 years ago in Profiles More Like This
We reach the first fire and no one is there.
"They must have just forgotten to put out their fire," Clove explains, "I saw more smoke over there though."
"Okay, let's go that way then," I respond.
Clove, Marvel, and I jog to the other side of the arena towards the smoke. When we arrive the fire is abandoned, just like the first one.
"Someone is messing with us!" Marvel complains.
"I don't think so, it's probably just a coincidence," Clove argues.
"I'll set up a few traps just in case," Marvel states. Clove and I sit by a tree while we watch Marvel set up a few rope and snare traps.
Clove lies down on the grass and stares up at the tree branches above.
"What are you doing?" I ask her.
"Pretending I'm back home in District Two, looking at the sky through tree branches," she explains. The place where Clove did that was on the top of our favorite hill under a large oak tree. We'd go up there together almost every day after training or school. It's the place we fell in l
Lost Clover - a Clato story ch. 1'Cato!' Clove screeches. 'Cato!'Lost Clover - a Clato story ch. 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
'Clove!' I scream, just to let her know I heard her, and run to her rescue. Just not to be late, I repeat to myself, don't let it be too late I see her lying at Thresh's feet, unconscious. Luckily, Thresh turned to the Firegirl already and I dash last few yards. I see a dent in her skull and swallow hard. What can I do?! I had a first aid training, but not anything like this. I try to drag Clove away, but I give up after a while. It dawns on me that I read a story in which a boy is injured just the same way, and with shaking hand, I grab one of Clove's knives.
'Clove' I whisper, 'It's going to hurt, but it'll be okay, I promise '
My voice is shaking too. What an awful lie, I know there is a slim chance she'll live when I cut her head open in place of the dent. But I'm aware that there's no slightest chance she'll live if I do nothing, as blood pressure would crush her brain, so I grit my teeth, not to vomit, as I cut deeper. I see shards of h
Annie Cresta's Games - 6Annie POVAnnie Cresta's Games - 63 years ago in Romance More Like This
I drag my feet to my room as tears fall from my eyes. I crawl under my covers and stare at the blank, white ceiling. I can't believe it's the same day I was head over heals for Finnick, the day I got chosen for the Hunger Games, and the same day I only thought of Lazarus as just another friend.
I let the tears cascade down my face. I don't know what I'm going to do about Lazarus and Finnick. I mean, I love them both, but who can't I live without?
I close my eyes and cry myself to sleep, each side of my heart pulling different directions.
I wake up the next day holding onto my covers for dear life. My knuckles are clammy and white and I'm scrunched into a ball. My back and neck are sweating and my hair is strewn around me like it's floating on water. I look around. It's the same car as last night. I'm wearing the same black silk nightgown as yesterday.
I sit up and walk over to the bathroom. I look like death itself. Large black bags have formed under my eyes. My hair is every
.: Clato fanfiction:. Chapter 1(clove POV).: Clato fanfiction:. Chapter 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today was the reaping. A crucial moment in every careers life. You volunteer when you feel ready, when you feel you can make it out alive. My parents didn't know I would be volunteering today. I had trained for the moment since the age of 5, and I knew I was ready. Suddenly, there was a knock on the doorframe of my opened front door. I look up to see my best friend, (AND biggest crush), Cato's masculine face smiling at me from the doorway. Cato and I had been close ever since we were paired up together for training when we were younger.
"Hi Cato," I said with a smile. Cato walks into the house, grinning broadly.
"Hey, Clover." He teased. He always had teased me about my name, and ever since, that nick-name had developed. "Think fast!" We had both been trained to always be aware of our surroundings, always on our toes, so I didn't need the warning to see hi
Annie Cresta's Games - 4Annie POVAnnie Cresta's Games - 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Crying. All I have done is cried ever since I was chosen for these Games. Everything's happening too fast.
I tune back into reality and realize I am shaking in Finnick's arms. He's held me this whole time, making sure I'm okay. I love him. He makes me feel safe and special, like no one else can.
I sit up and look into Finnick's eyes. A beautiful green, just like the sea back home. Wherever he is, is my home.
"I love you," I tell him. No other words can describe my gratitude and admiration of him. No other words can describe how much he means to me. He has been through the Hunger Games and he is still able to be here making me feel better, trying to get me through it, hanging on tightly for my sake. I stroke my fingers through Finnick's golden hair.
"I love you too," Finn responds, softly.
I smile forms across my face. He smiles as well, "That's the smile I love to see." I blush.
Finn carefully places his hand behind my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. I lips fall gently on hi
Somewhere with You || Chapter Two Light Welsh. Age 13. Sandy-colored hair with eyes, green like his fathers. The sweetest boy you will meet in this district. Him and Ruby are really close friends and he comes over our house all the time. He is always so polite and friendly, calling my mother Madam and my father Mister. He couldn't kill a spider, let alone go in the Hunger Games and kill people!Somewhere with You || Chapter Two3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'This can't be happening, this can't be! Oh God, why?! Why him?! Please, spare him, take me, leave him, please!'
That's what Glimmers eyes said. Not said, screamed. There were tears forming in the corner of her eyes and I could tell she didn't want to cry in front of everyone. Not just our District, but Panem every single camera was on her and Light. Let me explain.
When Glimmer was 8, her father died. He was a victor in the games and Glimmer wanted to be just like him. But then he became a rebel. And one night, the first time I saw her, she got the news that he was dead. It was raining, 12 in the middle of th
Insane.I stare at the glistening water, tears running down my face. How could he be gone? My Finnick. Dead.Insane.4 years ago in Drama More Like This
It's beyond cruel, what's happened. We'd just gotten married, and then he was ripped away from me. But not just from me. From his son. He never lived to know that he had a son.
They tell me I should be happy. After all, we're now free of the Capitol's restraints, and we can really, truly live now. But not me. Finnick was my world. He was all I had.
For a few short weeks, I had what I had wanted for so long. A happy, bright future with Finnick. And then he was killed, and all that I had was shattered, like shards of glass, cutting me, leaving me in agony.
I glance down at my protruding belly. It comforts me, knowing that my son is a part of Finnick. In a way, he'll still be with me. But he won't be there to watch out son grow up. He won't be there to grow old with me.
The Hunger Games took my sanity. The Capitol took my Finnick.
I have only my son left. And nobody will ever ta
Healing"No, Peeta. Pull back a little further, until your fingers are against your jawbone," Katniss instructed with a smile. She took the bow she was holding loosely in one hand, and demonstrated, quickly fletching an arrow.Healing3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Peeta sighed, and tried to copy Katniss' pose. She made it looks easy, simple, beautiful. There was a sort of easy elegance to the way she held the bow, and how calm and precise her face looked while she aimed. One thing Katniss had never gave up after the war was hunting. Like painting was for himself, hunting was Katniss' therapy.
"This is harder then it looks," he said. Katniss smiled a tiny bit at this.
"So is painting, Peeta," she replied. "You make it look easy, the way you blend all those colours and create perfect shades."
"It isn't easy, it takes practice." Peeta insisted. Katniss nodded agreeably.
"Exactly. The same goes for shooting a bow and arrow. You have to relax," she said. She then pulled another arrow out of her quiver, and slowly nocked it. Peeta knew
Annie Cresta's Games - 5Annie POVAnnie Cresta's Games - 53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I look up into Lazarus' large brown eyes covered in tears, "How long have you-"
"Ever since that summer a few years back," He answers, knowing what I was going to ask.
I think back a few summers and I remember the time clearly. It was the summer I saw Finnick as more than a friend. It was the year before Finnick's Games when we were both thirteen.
I remember sitting on the beach with Finnick and staring at the waves. Finn grabbed my hand and asked, "Do you love me, Annie?" He gulped nervously and stared intently into my eyes, waiting for a reply. I felt his palms begin to sweat and saw the nervous foot tapping.
I replied, "Yes." I began to smile. At that age I didn't really know what love was, but I know now that I did love him then.
"Good," Finn takes a deep breath, "I love you too." Finnick then grabs me and hugs me.
The next day, my family went to visit Lazarus' family, before his brother was chosen for the Games. The adults were in the kitchen talking and his brothers wer
Hunger Games: Too Close"I'm sorry." Gale claims. I know he doesn't expect me to forgive him.Hunger Games: Too Close3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"No you're not. If you were, you wouldn't have done it." I respond. I turn away from him, my hand tightly gripping the doorknob to the front of my house. I should call it my home, but as of lately, I can't seem to own anything. I'm alone.
He rubs the back of his neck, looking at the ground instead of me. The coward he is. He sighs, and I watch his breathe form a cloud around his lips, before it evaporates.
"We won." he reminds me. He lowers his hand from his neck. I bite my lip. After a few moments, he lifts his head, and takes a step toward me.
"I did it for you." he lies. He smiles, but I know it's forced. He cups my left cheek with his hand, surprising me. I hold my breathe, before remembering he's expecting a response. I push his hand away.
"No you didn't." I reply dryly. I dare to stare him down. For what feels like minutes, we stay that way, until he's the first to look away. I don't. He shakes his head, and pa
Hunger Games Deaths: GlimmerI'm asleep. I have to be because it's way too peaceful. I'm sitting in a meadow and I'm back in District 1. Cato and the others may be stronger than me, but my determination and beauty will get me sponsors, and great gifts.Hunger Games Deaths: Glimmer3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cato shakes me awake and the peace is gone. "What?" I snap. "Did someone die?"
"Glimmer, I need you to watch now." Cato says.
"No way!" I shout. "Get Clove, or Marvel! Or even District 4! I don't care who! Just not me! I need my beauty sleep."
"I know you need it. But it isn't working." Cato says, then he goes and lays down next to Clove, who wakes up and fixes her knifes and then goes back to sleep. I consider waking up Marvel, since he actually listens to me and cares about my problems, but I decide not to.
I glance up into the tree and Katniss is still asleep. "Tomorrow, District 12. Tomorrow you're dead for sure!" I whisper. I sit up against the tree and glance at my bow and my sheath of arrows. I clutch them tightly and try to keep my eyes open, but they close
'I'll never let you go' Chapter 2Much to my father's dismay, I survived the winter and the next one too. My mother scrimped and saved her pennies left over from her dresses to buy me extra food and rich milk to fatten me up. It worked. By the time she died from exhaustion when I was two, there was no way my father could claim I was weak, although I was still small. I can't remember my mother but I know she must have loved me a lot, because why else would my sisters have been so jealous of me? Certainly not for my looks. No, the only conclusion I can draw is that our mother had a special favouritism for me that they envied. Which didn't do me any favours, actually.'I'll never let you go' Chapter 23 years ago in Emotional More Like This
After Mum died, Dad let himself go. It was easier to drown his sorrows in gin and morphling than to acknowledge that he had six hungry daughters at home, waiting for him to return. Rose and Laurel stepped up to the role of housekeepers pretty well; they were bright enough to be able to ration our money enough to tie us over to Dad's next pay day. Well, until
Such a simple thing like holding hands...Such a simple thing like holding hands ~ Clato ~Such a simple thing like holding hands...3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was so different than the ice cold, hard, steely shank of my sword that usually lied in my hand.
The only thing that the sword shared with Clove's Hand was the coolness.
But there was one thing I knew for sure; the feeling of holding Clove's hand was a thousand times more beautiful than the fighting practice with the weapon I was used to.
I looked from our entwined hands to her face. She smiled at me.
I loved it when she was smiling. The brown sprinkles in her green eyes sparkled and whenever she distorted the corners of her mouth it looked like the freckles on her cheeks would perform a jig of glee.
She squeezed my hand encouraging and I felt how hers grew slowly warmer.
How did it even come this far? That I was standing here with her now, hand in hand? I didn't know it anymore. As soon as our hands touched I forgot everything around me.
"You know..." she now whispered. Her gentle voice took me back into reality.