Hi guys! I'm deeply sorry for not being able to update my other multi-chapter fics the past few weeks... things have been really busy for me :(
This one-shot that you are about to read right now doesn't really have the length of a typical short fic since I only made this for an assignment in English class and decided to publish it here. So, yes this doesn't connect to my story Love Always, Clove in any way whatsoever.
Anyway, I hope you like it!
They just sat there, looking at the vast land right before their eyes, waiting for the sun to rise. They both knew that they weren't supposed to be there, in the woods in the outskirts of District 2, but none of them cared.
For the past six years, Cato and Clove would meet at the exact same spot in the forest at the wee hours of the morning on reaping day. It was an unspoken agreement, but both complied by it. They did nothing there but sit, talk about their future plans together, and escape reality. Both of them have agreed to never volunteer for the Hunger Games. They were all each other has; what with both their parents being Peackeepers stationed all the way in Districts 4 and 11. Cato and Clove? They were best friends, lovers… family – the most valuable possession each other has.
The sun then finally appeared and both of them just continued to hold each other, the pair of them unaware that they were both thinking of the same thing. They were both 18 years old already; it would be their very last reaping day to ever part of. Cato and Clove knew that if their names get drawn today, no one would dare volunteer to take their place as they were both of age and well trained.
As the hours passed and the time for the reaping finally arrived, the pair of Careers ran to the Town Square, praying so dearly for the odds to be in their favor. If they both survive today with none of them reaped, it will be freedom for them forever.
Both of them stayed with the group of 18-year-olds by the front as they listened to their Mayor give his speech about "The Treaty of Treason". After what seemed like seconds, the escort of District 2 from the Capitol who was wearing the most bizarre clothes, finally took center stage. She went over the huge reaping bowl that held the names of the young ladies and took out a paper that held the name of the female tribute of District 2.
"Clove Rye!"
Clove could barely hide the terror etched clearly on her pale face. This couldn't be happening, she thought. The odds are definitely not in her favor today.
She went up the stage, putting on an emotionless mask. She would never give the others a reason to think of her as weak. She was Clove Rye – fierce and deadly.
As Clove took her place on the stage, Cato's eye sight went red, blood boiling with rage. There were thousands of other names in that bowl, why did it have to be her? Right then and there, Cato knew exactly what he had to do.
His eyes never leaving Clove, and their escort barely finished reading the name of the male tribute, Cato shouted, "I volunteer as tribute!" He ran up the stage and took his place beside Clove, their escort asking both of them to shake hands.
He gave Clove's hand a reassuring squeeze and saw her eyes so full of emotion that only he could read. As he stared into her emerald orbs, he knew in that moment that he would do everything to protect Clove – his most valuable possession.
It's very short huh? Grade me? Haha thanks for reading. Reviews are very much welcome and appreciated ;)