Already Dead
"Yeah! Cato get him!" The crowd cheered, egging Cato on as him and his friends beat up a poor kid who tried to mug them.
Cato took in a huge breath and fell to the wet ground on his knees and clenched his hand, pounding the poor kids face in. When the kid fell limp in his arms he wiped the sweat and blood off with his arm. But he wasn't done. He took the kids arms and legs and began twisting them till they snapped. The sound echoed off the dark alley walls, almost hushed by the heavy rain that fell from the stone grey skies.
The kids gasped and ran away when they heard the sirens of the Peacekeepers on the way. Cato didn't care the rest of the kids left, there was so much anger in him he refused to back down. This kid tried to steal from him. No that wasn't why there was so much anger in him. All his life, he was trained to kill; this was why he was born. Thats what bothered him.
He looked down at the lifeless body and began throwing more punches at his broken face, crushing the wind pipe and breaking the rib cages. The rain only made the mood worse.
Cato fell back on his heels and looked up at the sky and cried out. His insides burning with rage and his thoughts were clouded, that's why he couldn't hear the light footsteps coming around the corner.
The figure stopped when she saw Cato and leaned against the wall coolly, her dark hair sticking to her pale face, her training clothes showing off her fragile yet toned figure. "I think he's dead," She spoke, her voice light and full of amusement. Cato looked up to see Clove. "Don't you think I know that?" He yelled at her, "Get out of here!"
She shrugged, "Why would I do that?"
This question took him by surprise, but he shook it off and scrapped at his face, running his shaking masculine hands through his short dirty blonde hair. "Because... I might kill you next,"
His response made Clove laugh. She got off the wall and started walking forward, kneeling down on the other side of the body and looking at Cato, her green eyes sparkling with gold, "You kill me? We've been training partners for years, you can never touch me," She teased. Cato snapped.
With his powerful legs he leaped up and shoved Clove against the alley wall, his built body towering over her. She didn't flinch.
"I am a Killer! Clove, you don't fucking understand. That's all I will ever know is to kill. I'm already dead." His voice lowered into a hush. Clove stared at him almost annoyed, "What the hell am I, a girl scout? Everybody in District 2 is a killer Cato! No shocker there. The thing is how good you are. You're dead when you do nothing with your life. But you, you train so fucking hard every day to get into the Hunger Games. And when you win and when all those fans are yelling at you, you'll think differently," He looked down at her, slow water drops falling down his handsome face. His face softened a little. Clove smirked, "Let's just hope we don't get reaped the same year or else your ass is dead,"
Cato smiled at her seductively, "Oh yeah?" He leaned down, running his hand down and settling it on her hip while the other stroked her face, gently cupping her cheek before smashing his lips onto hers, pressing Clove more against the cold wall. His hands raised and trapped her in between his arms. She smiled into the kiss and grabbed the front of us shirt, pulling him closer.
They pulled away when they heard the sirens right around the corner.
Damn Peacekeepers.
Cato leaned his forehead against hers, a cocky smile spreading on his face. "What now?"
Clove thought about it for a brief second and then smiled, "Your place," She leaned up and kissed him, sexily biting his bottom lip before pulling away. Cato felt the stab of pain and smiled at the drop of blood "Oh your so going to get it!" He taunted before chasing her down the alley away from the Peacekeepers.
This was going to be a fun night.
* Thank you Yukiko 18 for reviewing my other stories. So this is for you :) Hope you like it! And for everybody else i hope you like it to! Any comments or ideas i would love to hear them :)