Cato&Clove - Our Story

by musician95

What if Clove had meant more to Cato than he would've admitted? And what if Cato had somehow been able to save her at the feast? Would things have turned out differently? Follow Clove into the 74th Hunger Games, experience her increasing feelings for Cato and find out how things could've been if she'd survived the feast...

1. Prologue

Prologue

There he is, looking absolutely perfect.

Who I'm talking about, you want to know? Cato, this year's male volunteer for the Hunger Games. And my fellow tribute, by the way.

I've seen him a couple of times at the academy every Career in our district attends to prepare for the Games. I didn't watch him closely, but still I remember that I couldn't avert my eyes when he was in a hand-to-hand combat. I remember that I've admired his strength, his cold-bloodedness and his brutality.

Anyway, I didn't even know his name until he volunteered about two minutes ago. And now he's standing only a few steps away, on the other side of the stage, grinning confidently and waving into the crowd as if he'd just won a prize or something.

I can't help but smile; partly because it's so funny watching his little performance here on stage, and partly because I couldn't imagine a better fellow tribute. I'm so happy it's him, I feel like I could dance and cut capers and party all night…

"Ladies and gentlemen, I present you District Two's tributes for the 74th Hunger Games", I hear our escort announce solemnly. "Cato and Clove!"

I smile brightly as the crowd begins to cheer. I feel the adrenaline rushing through me and I'm pretty sure Cato feels the same way.

I've trained all my life for this chance. Fame and fortune for me and my family. Here I am, and I'm ready to go! Or should I say, ready to kill?