The 73rd Hunger Games ch.3
Of course my stylist tells me that they're here to make an impretion, I don't believe most of that crap. During the Parade, I can see the chariots ahead, marvelous. Jason and I are in silver headresses, I'm in a dress, he's in a tuex. I don't nervous at all, so I'm waving to the crowd smiling, he's doing the same. This is how Carl said we could get sponsors.
President Snow is at his podium, welcoming us, wishing us luck in the arena then quickly dismisses us. Our stylists and Rosealina congraulate us and say how amazing we looked. Then they turned to each other and started a conversation, I look around at the other tributes. I end at District 1, the boy sees me looking their way, doesnt say anything, he looks at me with a pointed stair, I look away. We're brought up to our room, we're on the fifth floor, for District 5. We sit down for dinner.
"So, what's tomorrow?" I ask.
"Tomorrow is when you begin your training, but I don't want you to show what skills you have to the tributes or th
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
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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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'
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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
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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
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Chapter 15: Mechanical and Electrifying
I hate the feeling of people watching me. That's all it's been since we'd arrived, since the second all the tributes had set foot in the cafeteria, our first public appearance. Nothing but thousands of pupils and irises boring into us like hammers, staring as though we are murderers.
Oh yeah. Whoops.
All of us wear the same grey uniform, plastered to our bodies like, well, plaster. The long, shadowed faces of the citizens of the District only add to the bleakness and overwhelming sense of grey and melancholy that seems to loom in the air like a contagion. We sit down to breakfast, all the tributes together at one long, grey table, not daring to make eye contact with the people of 13. I prod at the soggy meal on my plate, faintly aware of the little boy across the room, staring horrifically at my kitchen knife. So far, our first day of training isn't going so hot.
They hadn't really a clue of what do with us yet, or at least that's my
Lost Clover - a Clato story ch. 2Do not panic, I repeat to myself, panicking won't help. I take a few deep breaths, still looking at Clove. She seems terrified. I gently hold her hand, looking in her eyes.Lost Clover - a Clato story ch. 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
'I'm your friend' I say. 'My name is Cato. Don't worry, you'll be fine.'
My voice sounds tired and Clove notices it. I realize that having a tube sticking out of her mouth can't be comfortable for her, so I decide to remove it. She is conscious, so she can drink on her own
'Clove, I must remove it. It won't be pleasant, but it won't hurt, I promise' I say as calmly as I can. Clove whispers something like "okay", so I slowly remove the tube from her mouth. Yuk. Clove probably thinks the same.
'Do you want some water?' I ask and then I realize that all water we have is turned to terribly sweet syrup. 'Uh, wait a little '
I get water from stream and purify it, then take a sip. It's still sweet, but not to the point that makes me feel sick. I smile slightly to Clove.
'It's water with sugar' I explain. 'I'm so
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Many of you may think that the Gathering, where Clove died, I had the easiest time out of all the tributes. Well, you are very wrong. What I experienced wasn't physical pain, it was mental pain.
I got a letter in my pack that I retrieved in the Cornucopia. It read:
District Five Tribute,
Your district was brought in a rebellion formed by an unknown source. Everyone involved
in the attack has been killed. Sadly, your mother, and two older sisters were part of the
rebel alliance. They have been killed. Your father has died from alcohol poison as he
"drowned his sorrows" with liquor. Your friend, Demetrius, was part of the rebel alliance
as well but has been taken into custody by the Capitol to retrieve information. We have
allowed him to give you his last words before we try to obtain information out of him.
His words are:
I love you, more than you will ever know. Show them what you're made
of! I know you'll do your best. I'll be thinking of you all the way up to my
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'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