Hey everyone, this is my first Clato story, I hope you enjoy it!
In this story Cato is 17 and Clove is 16, sorry they aren't the same as the book!
Thank you to thathufflepuff for helping with the title!
Cato's POV.
The cannon sounds.
I stand firmly on the ground, my teeth gritted. My sister, Raven, stands roughly a metre away, nibbling on her lip the way she does when she's nervous. I can feel the corners of my mouth turn up and a muffled laugh follows.
"So it's just you and me." I say, throwing my sword in the air and catching it repeatedly.
Her eyes follow the sword as she gulps down the obvious lump in her throat. "You don't want to do this Cato, I'm your sister, come on."
"That sounds like a plea to me." I reply, I can hear the cockiness in my own voice. "There's only one winner and look who has the sword in their hand."
She changes her tone to a bitter whisper. "If you kill me you'll be exiled, Mother and Father will despise you. Does being alone for the rest of your life sound good to you?" She steps forward, squaring up to me. Even though she's a whole foot shorter than I am, she doesn't show any sign of fear. It's how we were raised.
My eyes flicker slightly just before Raven lunges towards me, her hands scrabbling for the sword. I pull it away from her with ease; she staggers forward, her fingers digging into my chest to steady herself.
This is the perfect moment. Her chest is unprotected, it'll be easy enough to stab her through the heart. I may not be sparing her, but she'll have a quick death. She'd be dead within a second, two at the most. The blade is sharp enough.
As she looks up I give her one last pitiful look before driving my sword through her thin frame. A short gasp escapes her lips before her body goes limp on the blade.
"I'm sorry." I say this more for the Capitol's sake than my own. They wouldn't be able to believe that a tribute could show no remorse over killing their own sibling. Only I know different.
Clove's POV.
"Clove, come in here! It's the interview. He's from two this year!" Mother shouts from downstairs, as if I don't already know.
I take my training gloves off and chuck them to the other side of the room. My feet pad down the oak stairs and I pick up an apple from the fruit bowl. I wander into the living room and a cocky-looking blonde boy stares out from the projection. The apple is juicy and perfectly ripe, well worth the extra money my parents pay for it.
My Mother turns to look at me, she looks cheerful, but with the icy cold undertone I see all too much in this district. She pats the seat next to her, indicating me to sit.
"That will be you next year. My daughter, a victor!" She smiles slightly.
I don't reply even though I feel a slight rush at the thought, I just pretend to be immensely interested in the interview. Caesar is sporting bright green hair this year, making me let out a small sigh of distaste.
"I have to say Cato, that was quite the finale this year. Am I right?" The audience cheer loudly. "The courage it must have taken to do that to your own sister was amazing."
Courage? Is that what the Capitol call a cold blooded murder these days?
"I told my District I would become a victor, at any cost. I did that. Here I am." He smirked as the audience went wild.
"So what will you dedicate your time to when you get home?"
"Oh I don't know, train I suppose." I groan, he'd been in the academy before while I was there. He didn't train so much as hit on girls.
I get up from my seat, bored of him already. I turn to Mother who is watching intently, a thick grin plastered on her face. It makes me cringe, the fact she seems to have a crush on a boy young enough to be her son.
"When will he be back?"
"Should be back in three days or so." She replied, not taking her eyes off the screen.
I'd better make the most of the next three days without our 'beloved victor'.
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