A/N: My first Fanfic on this Site ! (: Please read and review, i actually like where this story is going so it would mean alot to me! (:
Chapter 1, part 1; Cato
Ugh, the Hale's. They make me sick to my stomach. I swear if one of them even looks at me strangely, I can't be held responsible for their injuries. Look at them, parading around the district like they own it. They think they are better than anyone who even breaths the same air as them. Well, actually they are better than most, but not the Sharpe's. We are better than anyone one in the district. And probably even in Panem too. I'm Cato Sharpe, and my parents own one of the main training centres in two. The other belonging to our arch rivals, the Hale's.
Let's take today for example; as I made my way down the main street of district 2 with two of my training partners, Tobias and Jaygo, we see what we don't really want to see. We run into a bunch of Hale students. Obviously they walk straight over to us and begin having a crack at us and our training mechanisms.
"Look, we are just trying to have ourselves a walk down the main. Do you really want to start a fight right here and now?" Tobias rolled his eyes as the three of them began to laugh and bicker between themselves. For once I actually decided not to get involved as the selection competition was in few days and I don't really feel like bruising my knuckles right before it.
"Oh, what's this? Is little Tobias scared of a little competition?" one of them taunts. I think his name is Callus or some shit like that, I don't know him overly well. But the next moron to open his fat yap I do know quite well. His name is Tyron and he is a direct cousin to Hale's. He is also one of my greatest competitors to enter the games this year.
"Oh come at me Tobias, you too Jaygo. What will you do? Throw a spear at me? Ha, that's funny. I didn't even think that you could lift one of them up?" Tyron says sarcastically as he pulls out a short sword from his belt. "Care to fight Tobias?"
"Ha, not on your life Tyron, we actually have to save ourselves for the competition… guess that's something that you Hale students would know now would you?" Jaygo smirks as he crossing his arms. While all this is happening, I am just sitting back and laughing at their little quarrel. Tyron has no words for this and draws his sword back into its sheath.
"You make a fair call this time Jaygo" Callus snarls, him and Jaygo have some personal beef that I really don't feel like going into depths about.
"Of course he does. We are Sharpe students" I then remember Tobias replying smugly back. Then Jaygo does something that really ticks Callus off. Tobias decided to do the genius act of flipping the little group off. Callus and Tyron both looked as though they would kill Tobias then and there.
"Watch it Punk" Callus said through gritted teeth as he lunged at Jaygo, pinning him to a nearby table. The pair of them fought some more as the rest of us just stood backed and watched. It was a pretty basic rule in two, don't get in between somebodies fight, or you will most likely get pummelled by the fighters. The pair spilt some blood, made a few bone crunching punches and what not before the head peacekeeper made an appearance.
"You two! Break up your fight; this is not something that needs to be displayed on the streets here in this fine district." The head peacekeeper who we all know as 'fly' called out in his deep bellowing voice. "If I catch another fight in the streets, you will be lashed in public display!" he said again, this time walking into the middle of where we were. Conveniently, my parents and the head of house at the Hale institute make their way down to the little meeting.
"Come on fly, there just kids playing around. No harm done, rather them take out there anger on themselves than you right?" My father Ballard replied smugly, good old dad…
"Oh shut it Ballard, stop making up excuses for your kids wanting to fight ours, we are better and you know it!" Leonard then proceeded to spit at my father; I couldn't help myself but chuckle at the two of them. They were friends, once. Now they hate each other, and this feud has been ever since. Not going to lie though, I like the competition. In fact; I live for it.
"Enough!" Fly then yelled so loud it could hurt your ears. "Both of you gather your students and leave. Like I said, the next time there is a public display of violence, your lives will pay the price" He shouted again before eyeing all of us off and walking back into the town hall.
"Jerk" I muttered under my breath as I watched Jaygo wipe the blood from his lips. "I'm going, too… go." I replied and left, although I like to get into fights and stuff, I don't go much on the whole 'family meets' shit. I'm not one for close relationships.
So there, that is just one example of something that happens in quite a daily basis really. But with this new threat implied, I guess we really have to watch our tongues from now on. After the little encounter with the Hale's this morning, I went to the training centre to get some tenseness out of my body. Usually after the training centre, I go to one of the lakes hidden up in the mountains to just relax. There is this one spot that I go almost every single day; it's located about 10 minutes' walk from our training centre. To get there you have to go through a few scrubby bushes, scale a few rocks and lastly jump over a cavity in the earth that surpasses 2 meters. That last reason is why I chose this spot, not many people can jump that far, only the bravest and strongest attempt to go that far.
Just as I am about to embark on the journey to my lake, I hear my name being called out. I turn around to see none other than Tobias running towards me "What!" I call out as I make my way towards him.
"Guess what bro?" He says with excitement clear in his voice. What could he be so excited about?
"You're a girl? Oh Toby, I always knew it" I say sarcastically, he hates the name 'toby' because there is a girl at the Hale institute with the same name.
"Shut up Cato." He snarled back before letting out a small, smug smile. "Guess who got us into the Hale training party?" He began to wriggle his eyebrows excitedly at me. I gave him an estranged look before realising what he had said.
"Wait? How did yo-, never mind, Tobias! Do you know what this means?" I say excitedly as the ideas scramble in my head. Shaking his head Tobias gives me the weirdest, dumbfounded look I have ever seen. "This means that we can get ourselves some serious tail at this party my friend!" I holler as raise my arm up for a high five.
Chapter 1, part 2; Clove
I wake up to quite an, eventful, morning from what I hear. Its only 9am, and already we have had a death threat put to us. Good old district 2; where you can fight to the death in safety. I really just want to win the games and move to victor's village. This place does my head in. I know that just because I'm Clove Hale, daughter of the ever so famous Helena & Leonard Hale, I'm meant to be involved with all the drama. Sometimes I wish I was one of those loner people who train by themselves at their own will. I mean, I am thankful for Enobaria for training me for the past 10 years almost. But I hate being caught up in all this popularity shit.
"Clove! Get your ass down here now!" My dearest darling mother calls. Oh the respect I have that woman, only calling me when she wants something. If you haven't guessed, I'm being sarcastic… My mother has never been there for me and we don't get along. I'd rather swallow one of my knives then hug that wench.
"I'm coming! Calm your shit!" I yell back as I pull my hair back into a sleek ponytail and put on my daily training clothes; tight fitted black tank top, bike shorts, my black buckle boots and my babies; my knife belt. I take my time leaving my room and going down stairs, I can sense my mother rolling her eyes and huffing before I even enter the room. "What mum" I bark as I flop down on the chair, a knife digging into my side.
"Well daughter, we are having a party tonight at the training centre. You have to look half decent for it and I will make you look presentable if it kills me." She actually says in a somewhat excited tone.
"Put even an ounce of that face paint you call makeup on my skin and I swear I will cut you ear to ear" I say with a slight smirk. Although as much as my mother and I don't get along, we are quite similar in most respects. We may not get along, but we do understand each other when it comes to some things.
"Sweetie, I'm not even game to touch you. Now go and take off that sweaty top and put this one on. It's new, its eye catching and it will make your body look good, now go. Enlighten me" she trills and I unfold the top that threw at my face. It's eye catching alright.
"It's fucking white and sparkly. Mum. I do not do white and sparkly. White means pure, and I'm anything but fucking pure." I snarl as I hastily examine it. 'Putrid' I think as I drop it to the ground. "Got anything in maybe a red? Or black? Hell, id even go for a green if you have it." I say shrugging lifting myself off the longue.
"Well there is a pretty pink, lacey crop top if you rather"
"White it is" I reply sharply before grabbing the disgusting garment and rushing up the stairs again. I can hear my mother chuckling in the background, classic.
When I reach my room I throw the top on my bed and put my knife belt back, guess I'm not training today, they will probably be cleaning the centre for the party. Dammit. I yank out my hair and throw the band on the floor somewhere, kick of my boots and remove my top and throw it elsewhere. I'm a messy person, got a problem? Don't care. I leave my pants on and drop to bed and lay there for a bit. Thoughts of the stupidest kind run through my head; 'this training bra is really uncomfortable' 'I wonder if the knife dealer is on the corner today?' 'Maybe there will be an all in brawl at the party?' stupid things like that.
After what seems to be a good hour of nothing, I bite the bullet and try the damn top on. I change from my sport bra and put on a decent one. The top is glimmering in the sun and is hurting my eyes to look at. "Fucking piece of shit" I snarl as I rip it over my head and pull it tight around me body. She was right, it does my body look good, because it skin fucking tight. Great, I hope mum doesn't want me to hook up tonight, because the way she is dressing me she might have to reconsider.
I stumble back down the stairs and give my mother a sarcastic twirl. "There, happy" i ask as i put my hands on my hips.
"Oh Clove, you look good. Now come on, get the rest of you gear off and put on this skirt" she exclaims and throws a skirt towards me. I catch it and throw it back.
"Mum, you got me to where this disco ball, be happy" i retort and go back up the stairs.
"Fine, but be ready in 1 hour. thats when we have to leave for the centre!" she calls out as i flop on my bed once again. damn mothers. I try to conjure up something to do in my spare time. "Go for a run? nah." "Sleep?" "Sharpen your knives you dimwit" . After some self-debating, i decide to climb out the window and go for a walk around. ill be back in the next hour and then i will go to this damn party. There better be some eye candy or i will not be impressed.
A/N: well, there you have it, chapter 1! please drop a review and stay tuned! open to all criticism!