The Hunger Games Marvel's Death
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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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 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.The Hunger Gams- Clove's Death3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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
Stay With Me"Cato!" A voice shrieked, making Cato jump. "Cato!"Stay With Me2 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
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
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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.
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"I know you'll do great, Clove." Marvel smiled, leaning back against the wall.
"Never doubt my skills Marvel. I'm sure I'll get a perfect score." I smirked, crossing my hands on my chest. It was time for us to show what we had learned to the game makers, and Marvel and Glimmer were first. Then it was me and Cato. And then the other districts, but I'm not going to worry with them. Only District Four may be a problem, but we're teaming up with the female tribute, so I have nothing to worry about. But that girl Katniss, she annoys me. And I don't like her teammate as well. Peeta. What kind of name is that? Who calls their kid a type of bread?! They weren't going to be a problem, but he is pretty strong. I remember when he knocked out those weapons. The weigh he lifted was very heavy how did he lift it?! He wasn't as large as Cato, Marvel, or even Thresh, that guy from District Eleven. And it still confuses me how he managed to do that. Doesn't matter.
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?"
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
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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
Insane.I stare at the glistening water, tears running down my face. How could he be gone? My Finnick. Dead.Insane.3 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
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"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
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..2 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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"So, Cato, tell me more about yourself." Glimmer slides closer to my district mate and strokes his hand gently, her green eyes blinking away at him. Cato just grins sheepishly and begins to talk about random things. How dare she even speak to him?! I am his teammate who does she think she is?! My hand clenches into a hard fist and I can feel my nails sink into my palm. I don't care if I bleed, even though I highly doubt that. Weapons are crashing together in the background, people talking. The training center appears calmer than I imagined it would be, but I am begging for all of the noise to mix in so I don't have to listen to their conversation. And yet it seems that my mind is completely focused on their conversation. This is called the training center, not the flirting center!
Glimmer laughs loud enough for me to hear and clench my teeth. I am so angry I feel like I'm boiling. Once she is done laughing at something pointless, she flips her golden hai
'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
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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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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
Of Children and FirePrimrose Everdeen is not a child. No, she thinks, a small little flare of surprise tingling at the base of her spine, the fingertips blue with cold and fear, she isn't. Not now, in this twisted knot of a war, with its politics and intricacies that she can barely understand. Not here, in the very heart of the Capitol, where there is smoke and confusion and the screams of the lost and dying hanging like soot in the air. No, she hasn't been a child for a long time, not since her name was called at the Reaping and all she could was her heart, loud and heavy in her ears. Not since Katniss came like an avenging angel to save her, voice shrill and panicked. Not since Katniss gave herself up like a lamb for slaughter and left Prim with a strange, unsettling mix of gratitude, grief, and shame.Of Children and Fire3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Katniss doesn't know that Prim didn't watch her games, not really. She doesn't know that her small sister had closed her eyes and pressed her face into the fragile safety of her hands whenever Katniss had
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
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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
Lingering NightI lick my lips and stare out across the plain. Dawn is almost here. It's almost time. My right hand grips the hilts of four slim knives while my left hand is tucked carefully under my armpit. It's bloody cold out here. My exposed fingers are almost blue with cold and my ears are freezing.Lingering Night3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cato left just a few minutes ago to scout for any tributes that might be heading this way. I expect three of them to show up. Moira from 5, Thresh from 11, and, of course, Katniss from 12. Peeta won't, probably. I still can't believe Cato let him get away. He's assured me, though, over and over, that Peeta will die any day now. A cut like that left untreated, assuming he doesn't bleed out, will get infected. It's actually a miracle he hasn't died already. It's a miracle she hasn't died already. Figures I decide to volunteer the year District 12 sends in a pair like Fire Girl and Lover Boy.
I grit my teeth as thoughts surface that I'd prefer to keep subdued. Our trainers always told us to
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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