So hi! I recently saw the hunger games movie and just finished the first book and I ship CLATO sooooo hard and I just had to write this! So yeah, it got the idea from a fan made video on youtube using the song Shattered, by Trading yesterday and you can check out the video if you like! Link to the video is below.
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But yeah, this is a two part song fic using that song. The first chapter is in Clove's point of view while the second is in Cato's. I wrote it all in order of events and then split it into the two chapters, so don't be surprised if I reference something in the first chapter that you don't know he says yet or reference something in the second that she said in the first.

The words to the song are in italics, speaking is in bold!

But yeah, it might not be perfect and if there's errors oh well. I was so inspired I just had to write and I don't have anyone to look over so I'm just posting this.

For the record, I don't own anything at all of this, I just wrote some words down and yeah...

So...here it is!


and i've lost who i am
and i can't understand
why my heart is so broken
rejecting your love
without love gone wrong
lifeless word carry on
but i know all i know
is that the end's beginning

They were careers, they were supposed to want to be here, they were supposed to win. Sure every so often someone else won, but, that was usually a fluke. She had to win. The girl with the knives had to do it, but, she was here with the boy with the sword. He wasn't supposed to be there. They had known each other forever, between school and training, they saw each other every single day. When their parents couldn't find them they assumed they were training, and they were, but they were also falling...

That train ride seemed so long even if it only took a few hours. They were in the Capitol in no time. Clove was still at a loss for thoughts. It wasn't that she couldn't be in love, it happened in district two from time to time but...she couldn't be in love with him, with the boy with the sword. He was going to have to die for her to win.

who i am
from the start
take me home to my heart
let me go and i will run
i will not be silent
all this time spent in vain
wasted years wasted gain
all is lost hope remains
and this war's not over

Training was long and hard, but nothing she wasn't used to. What she hadn't been used to was the interviews, the constant training about how to look and what to say and how to get sponsors. She hated the politics, the games they had to play, she hated that girl on fire and her lover boy. As they watched the interviews she scoffed as the girl on fire twirled and the crowd ate it up. That was not the point of the games at all, in the end it didn't matter if they liked you, if they pitied you, if they thought you were in love, it was about skill and the kill.

Finally it was the day their scores were revealed. Clove smirked as the careers from district one both got nines and her and Cato proceeded to get tens. They already knew the four of them would be an alliance, they would take everyone out one by one until it came down to them, and Clove knew they could beat them, all of Panem knew now. But when that girl on fire got the eleven...her blood boiled. She would kill her, with her bare hands if she had to, that girl was going to die.

there's a light
there's a sun
taking all shattered ones
to the place we belong
and his love will conquer.

Neither was sure how long they had been in there, the game maker had control of everything, including the light and just because the sun had set seven times did not mean it had been a week, it could have been much longer, or shorter, they couldn't be sure. But it was just the two of them now, in a sense. All of their allies were gone. That was okay, they didn't need them.

Before she knew what was happening a voice rang out, an announcement. Two from the same district could win. The girl with the knives, the one who people thought had no heart could feel her heart flutter. They could go home; they wouldn't have to fight each other. They could win, together. It was like he had read her mind and her back was to a tree now, his hands on either side of her face. Her heart raced as he stared at her, his eyes saying the same thing hers' were. His lips crashed onto hers hard. For a single moment, the tributes from district two shared a rough, passionate kiss. Part of them hoped no one saw, but another part didn't care.

The moment was short as they had a feast to get to. The silence was almost deafening. They watched and waited near the cornucopia, not worrying about getting their bag just yet. They needed nothing, so whatever was in it was just extra for them. They were not going to put themselves out in the open when that girl on fire had the bow and arrow now, they waited. Then came the blur of red hair. Clove looked to the boy with the sword and he knew. He was faster than her, he could catch her and kill her and be back before anyone else got there.

She watched, waiting for her moment, waiting for the girl on fire, and then she saw her. Clove waited one more moment before attacking her. The words came from her mouth without a thought; she was going to show this girl on fire, what the girl with the knives could do. She had her, she was going to kill her this time, she smiled. Once these two were gone that left two others, the district eleven boy and lover boy. Lover boy would die soon anyway, so they would just need to find the other, then they could go home. But she spoke to soon. A hand grabbed her, a voice spoke, she panicked. "CATO!" She screamed with all of her being as the rock hit her head and she felt herself fall. He was gone as quickly as he came, and so was the girl on fire. She heard him calling to her and felt his hand take hers. "I...love you." The words barely slipped from her mouth. At his response she almost smiled, but she no longer had any control. Everyone thought that when you died everything grew dark, but Clove found herself staring at his face as everything grew very bright. She couldn't look anymore, and her eyes closed, and she was gone.