Hey everyone, this is Supergirrl! This is my first Hunger Games fic, but my...I think sixtieth fic over all. Anyway, this is going to be a drabble series about how the other characters feel about the main character, Katniss. I already have two other ones beside this one written, and a bunch of ideas for more. I will take requests, though, just mention it in your review! Anyway, this one is about Clove. So, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games, or these characters.
She wasn't the most clever one there-that was the redhead from District 5. She wasn't the most beautiful, either, that would be Glimmer. Or even the best trained, which was Clove herself.
But she was by far the most dangerous person in the Games, mostly because she wasn't just one of these things, she was all of them.
She was clever, she was attractive in a tough way, and must be skilled at something, because Clove was fairly sure that the Gamemakers didn't hand out elevens for being average.
The scary thing was, those weren't even the main reasons she was Clove's biggest competition. Something about her made people want her, want to help her, want to be her. Clove thought for a while that it was her dark, exotic looks and unawareness to her own physical appeal. If that bimbo Glimmer had taught Clove anything, it was that men, shallow as they were, could tell at least on some level when a girl was using her looks to manipulate them, and they didn't like it. But this didn't appear to be the case with her; in fact, she didn't seem to be aware of herself at all. It wasn't just Lover Boy who liked her, either, it was all the boys in the Games, even ones around the Capitol. Except for Cato, who, bless his murderous little heart, wanted nothing more than to kill the bitch. But she had that effect on all genders and ages, not just teenage boys.
Was it her quiet, intense determination? Probably not, since everyone there wanted to win. And besides, Thresh was more intense; Katniss twirling around and giggling at her interview had, aside from making Clove want to barf, made her seem less hardened.
Fine, so she couldn't figure her out. It didn't matter.
When they got into the arena, Clove knew exactly who her first kill would be.
The girl who was on fire was going down.