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
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
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
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
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
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
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
'I'll never let you go' Chapter 6Seven months later, I came home from school only to find the door to my new home, that I shared with Viola and my brother-in-law, Sable locked. Surprised, I tried to open it again, then a third time. By the time our neighbour, old Mrs Blackstone, stumbled out of her house, I was practically breaking the door down.'I'll never let you go' Chapter 63 years ago in Emotional More Like This
'No one will answer it,' she snapped at me. 'So stop it now, you're waking my cats up.' I stopped, if only for the sake of the cats. I had been on the receiving end of their claws more than once, and let me tell you, the result was not pretty.
'Where's my sister?' I asked her.
Mrs Blackstone sniffed distastefully. 'Hospital. Her husband took her there this morning, just after you left. Told me to tell you that the baby's coming.' She shook her head. 'Totally unnecessary, if you ask me. In my day, woman gave birth at home, in private. None of this medical nonsense. The Capitol's corrupting us all, mark my words '
Rolling my eyes, I turned away from Mrs Blackstone and spri
Annie Cresta's Games - 3Annie POVAnnie Cresta's Games - 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I finally stop crying and luck up into Finnick's eyes as I wipe my own, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Finn smiles at me. He strokes my cheek with his thumb wiping away tears. I grab hold of his hand on my face and clasp my eyes shut. I never want to forget anything about Finnick.
Finnick presses his soft warm lips against my forehead, "We should probably get some dinner." I nod my head and stand up, not letting go of Finnick's hand. I don't even bother to fix my appearance, everyone knows I have been crying since we have boarded the train. I sit down in between Lazarus and Finnick, once again. I finally release my hold on Finn's hand and absorb the sights and aroma of the food placed in front of me.
Everything smells so lovely and delicious. Warm pies baked to perfection, fruits I've never seen before, birds and animals of all kinds, and so much more! An avox dressed in brilliant red pours me a glass of sparkling juice. I've never tasted anything so delicious.
The liquid bub
Blood on Your Face.Sixty seconds. For me, it feels like a lifetime. Too long, much too long. For others, it probably feels like the shortest sixty seconds they've ever experienced. But they're the ones that will die. Killed by myself, or any of the others. I smile to myself. I've trained my whole entire life for this. Volunteered for it, safe in the knowledge that I'd be coming back home. I know I can win. I'll end up killing the others in their sleep. Glimmer I'll enjoy killing. But Cato and Marvel won't be as easy. Cato, because he's from my District. Marvel, because he's generally nice. At least to me. I think of his reassuring smile that he gave me at the interviews.Blood on Your Face.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Thirty seconds. I glance around. I see scared, trembling faces. I smile again. There's something exciting about the fact that you will kill a good number of these people. There might have been a time when I would have recoiled from this event, recoiled from killing, but now I embrace it.
Fifteen seconds. I make a me
Lost Clover - a Clato story ch. 7Clove is trying to pull away, terrified and so pale that I'm afraid for a while that her wound reopened. I feel like screaming profanity in general direction of the Capitol, but I know this would cost two lives at least. So I just hug Clove so strongly that she can't pull away, that she barely can move. I think of what is left to us.Lost Clover - a Clato story ch. 73 years ago in Romance More Like This
If only the first rule change was never announced! I would kill Clove without a blink. But after all we went through together I can't. Call me soft. Call me weak. But I simply can't kill someone I know closely, someone so dependent on me, someone I saved with, I can't deny, a big effort. I hate it when my efforts go in vain.
For a while I think of committing suicide Clove definitely can't kill me so that she could go home. But then I realize how devastated she would be if I did. It's a stalemate once again or rather, a check the Gamemakers can kill any of us right now. I must think of something, and fast!
'Clove' I whisper
Annie Cresta's Games - 7Annie POVAnnie Cresta's Games - 73 years ago in Romance More Like This
I lay my head back down on Finnick's chest as he speaks to me, "Do you know everything you need to for the Arena? I know we still have all next week, but do you have any questions now?"
"I know what I need to. They train us well in District Four. Don't worry about the Games right now; just worry about us and spending are last bit of time together."
"Annie, I already told you, I'm not going to let you die, so please, dear, stop talking like you are. It's painful to hear you've given up already."
I sit up, "Do you honestly think I have a chance against those people? You see how big they are and how trained they are. So why should I keep my hopes up? Even Lazarus can kill me in a heartbeat and you know that! There will be people bigger and more skilled than him in there! My odds are on the lower end! Don't lie to me, and don't lie to yourself. We both know my death is inevitable."
I move to the edge of the bed and place my head in my hands. I stare at the ground. I can't do this
The Rule Change"Attention, attention. The rules stating that only one victor is allowed have been revoked. Two victors can win, if from the same District. May the odds be ever in your favour."The Rule Change3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I look up slowly. Shock runs through me, cold at first, then blazing hot. Cato meets my eyes, his expression as dumbfounded as mine probably is. Then, we're running for each other.
We collide like waves, and he spins me around in the air. I laugh- it's been so long since I last laughed.
Cato sets me down, but his eyes are filled with joy. I wasn't used to seeing him with such openness on his face. Usually his expression was closed off, even more so since the games, but now, I could see every emotion that was running through his head. It was a nice change.
"We could both go home," he breaths, and I nod, my hands clutching his jacket. The tension between us had been growing rapidly- there was only a few of us left. But that's gone now.
"We'd be able to see Enobaria, Brutus..." I trail off, and Cato laughs.
Kiss In the Rain I still remember when Finnick taught me to swim. Not just me, but all of the sixes. It was a cloudy, rainy, gloomy day. He was so graceful, even at eleven. He moved through the water like magic. As I watched him dive beneath the foamy crests, and felt the steady push and pull of the waves against my body, I could almost forget the reason I was there. I say 'almost' because none of us can ever forget what we were doing. We were in training, as each of us had been since reaching the age of five.Kiss In the Rain3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Being an orphan in District 4 meant being responsible for preserving the innocence of children lucky enough to have people to miss them. We were fed and clothed and taught to survive. We were given the best chance possible. Then, when we were old enough, the strongest volunteered for the Games. It was a cruel reality that we faced, but it was better than letting everyone live in fear. We were respected, honored even. In some districts, we were called Careers, i
Clove and Cato win- Foxface diesKatniss gasps. Cato turns, looking at Katniss for the first time, letting go of Thresh's dead body. I smile as Thresh's body lands on the floor with a heavy thud . Then Thresh's cannon goes off. His eyes are lifeless, and blood spills from the gap in his neck. It leaks off his neck, and onto the hard-packed floor, caking our muddy boots in it. Cato smiles at Katniss, a cruel, mean smile, "What, Fire Girl? Never seen someone die before?"Clove and Cato win- Foxface dies3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Katniss opens her mouth in protest, "I― I have. Clove almost―"
I cut her off, "You think he doesn't know that? I could have perfectly killed you. It would have been the second kill, in five minutes," I smile, twirling the knife between my fingers, "that bag belonged to me." I get mad. I lost that kill, and I'm not going to lose it again. She better not talk about it.
Katniss shuffles to get up, but Cato kicks her chest, leaving
Just a MemoryI kneeled beside one of the bushes, carefully resetting one of my snares. They were easy to understand - unlike the rest of my life.Just a Memory4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Suddenly, I heard a high-pitched scream. I jumped up, and ran towards the sound. I finally found Katniss, sitting on the ground, holding her knee. Her face was twisted in pain, and I could see that she was near tears.
"What did you do, Catnip?" I asked calmly, kneeling beside her.
"It's my knee. I think I twisted it," She muttered, staring at the ground. "Alright. Gale, you go and get some supplies from my mother, because there's no way I'm having her come out here, and then we'll try and fix my knee-"
I cut her off, staring at her in disbelief. "Katniss, don't be stupid. You can't even heal a paper cut, and I'm not much better. I'll carry you home."
Her eyes widened. "You won't be able to carry me, Gale, I-I'm-"
I rolled my eyes at her, cutting her off again. "Sure I can, Catnip." I hefted her into my arms, and noticed that she really was as light as a f
A Whole New Game- Chapter 3 -A Hunger Games StoryA Whole New Game- Chapter 3 -A Hunger Games Story3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 3: The Bloodbath
The interviews, our scoring, training, and forming the alliance in the training center. It all seems like such a blur.
This is it. This is the day that innocent children will die because of me. Might as well do the job myself, before they do it for me. At least I will end it quickly, no suffering. Just a quick flick of the wrist, that's all it takes. A stab through the heart is much faster than infection, or bleeding to death.
I think of my allies. Cato and Marvel, Glimmer and the girl from 4, all ready for the slaughter. They kill because they have to; I will kill to put them out of their misery, and to put me out of mine. The misery of knowing that 23 deaths will all be on my hand, a destiny I cannot control.
I hear the coundown begin, and climb into the glass tube, preparing myself for the oncoming slaughter.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath as the glass doors seal around me. This is it; ther
A Whole New Game- Chapter 4 -A Hunger Games StoryA Whole New Game- Chapter 4 -A Hunger Games Story3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 4: Lover Boy and Fire Girl
I walk bitterly behind Glimmer, as we venture even deeper into the vast forest. I clench my fists as she walks past me to join Cato up at the front of our little herd. They whisper quietly for a moment, and flips her hairs once again before giggling with delight.
"Would you shut up ?" I snap.
Glimmer turns her head dramatically, flipping her hair again. She looks at me with a mock pout plastered on her stupid face.
"What's wrong, Emerald?" She says sarcastically in her awful high-pitched voice.
"It's Eleanor. My parents preferred not to give their child and unreasonable and idiotic name. Sorry I can't say the same for you."
Before I can continue, a silhouette strides forward from the trees. I instinctively put my hand on my sheath, but as the anomaly strides into the light, I chuckle. It's the pathetic boy tribute from District 12.
"Wait," he says noticing our hands on our weapons, "I want to help."
Of course you do. Glim
A Whole New Game- Chapter 2 -A Hunger Games StoryA Whole New Game- Chapter 2 -A Hunger Games Story3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 2: Training
I wonder if Sammy's okay. They better be taking good care of her.
It has been almost a week since I have seen my beautiful baby sister. The train ride to the Capitol, the opening ceremonies, the preparations, it all seems like a blur. She is the only thing to me, the only thing I think of as I enter the training facility for our first day of real preparation.
I have never been in a place with so many deadly objects. Any number of the things in here could draw blood with a single touch. I hate to imagine how fast they can sever entire limbs, or heads for that matter.
Not many of the other tributes have arrived yet, the kids from Districts 1, 2, 7, and 11. The rest must still be on their way.
I previously decided that my tactics for the Games would mainly involve hiding, avoiding the other tributes until absolutely necessary. In order to do this, I have to keep my distance from them and brace myself for any kind of condition or s