The sun shone down on Clove's back as she ran her hand across the fine point of her hand-made cutting tool. It wasn't as sharp as a knife, but it would do just as well. Crouching behind a bush, she kept her eyes trained on the deer. It was moving slowly, head bent, unaware of what was about to happen. It was almost too easy. Clove started quietly inching her way toward it, careful of where she stepped. When she was a few feet behind the deer, she suddenly sprang and threw herself at it, cutting tool in hand. She was too fast and the deer didn't have much time to react before the tool pierced through the skin and damaged the flesh of its hind leg. This slowed it down and Clove was able to aim it where the living part of all beings was: the heart. She felt, rather than saw, the deer drop to the ground as the life faded out of its body. Just to make sure, Clove took the sharp tool out of the deer and stabbed it in again, watching the blood seep out and sink into the ground. She could feel the satisfaction building inside her at the amount of power she held over this weakling mammal. She stood up, wiping the blood off the tool on some moss nearby. Unlike people in the poorer districts, she didn't kill for food. She killed to feel powerful.

Suddenly, she heard a branch snap and she whipped her head around, trying to place the source of the noise. Who would be out in the forest right now? It was far off from the actual district and for the several years she had been coming here, she had never been with anyone else and had never come across anyone else in here. Yet she still didn't feel fear. The odds that she could take on whoever or whatever was there were good. Clove was one of the strongest girls in District 2, and many were afraid of her, even some men.

Keeping still, she strained her eyes to look past the thick trees at whatever was there. Abruptly, a blonde young teenaged boy stepped out to where the trees cleared. Clove narrowed her eyes. She had seen this boy, Cato, around the district before. He had always been joking around with his friends or playing pranks on innocents. She had never known too much about him, other than the obvious fact that he was devious and dangerous. Most people kept clear of him, in order to avoid being acknowledged by him. But Clove wasn't like most people. She quickly got into a fighting posture, cutting tool in hand.

"What are you doing here?" Clove snarled, ready to attack him in a heartbeat.

Cato raised his eyebrows at her sudden fierceness, but didn't say anything. Instead, he wandered to the unmoving deer and Clove thought she saw amusement in his eyes as he studied it.

Finally, he looked back up at her. "You did this?"

Clove's nostrils flared. It wasn't the statement that was offending more than the tone. It was as if he hardly believed that someone like her, a girl, would even have the courage to kill. Obviously, he didn't know much of Clove or her ruthlessness.

Instead of answering him, she asked again, "What are you doing here?"

Cato stood up from his crouch and smirked. "I could ask you the same thing and you wouldn't have a better answer."

Instead of answering him, she simply shook her head and started to turn around when he said, "Wait, what's that in your hand?"

Clove looked down at her cutting tool and shrugged. "Just something I made. That a sword?" She nodded at his waist, where she could see the outline of something long and sharp.

"Yeah," Cato smirked again, "Helps me hunt and kill."

This surprised Clove. If Cato also hunted animals, why had she never seen him around the forest? Or did he even hunt here?

Almost as if reading her mind, Cato said, "I don't hunt here much. There's a reservoir somewhere off the district," He nodded toward a direction. "Lots of animals come there for water so it's pretty easy kill."

When Cato had said he hunted, Clove felt a shiver run through her. She knew that this boy would be a very dangerous person to come across in the woods and his sword was a great asset for killing. She wondered what it would be like to hunt with him but as soon as she thought it, she regretted it. She didn't need anyone else; she could do all the things in the world independently and by herself. People were just distractions in the art of killing, unless they were the ones being killed.

"You plan on doing anything with this?" Cato gestured to the deer lying on the ground.

Clove glanced at it, how the dried blood coated its skin and at how it was already attracting various flies and bugs and smiled a cold smile. There was still a lot of meat on it, but now that the thrill of the kill was over, she no longer needed it. "No."

Cato grinned. He didn't care much for girls, unless they were in bed, but this one was different. He could almost feel the deathly vibe radiating off of her and he liked it. She almost looked as powerful as him. Almost. And that intrigued him. Clove was definitely a girl he wanted to keep his eyes on.

Hi, this is a new Clato fanfic that I'm currently making. It's my very first time ever writing a fanfic so I'm pretty sure it's faulty and not the best but I'd really appreciate it if anyone read this... And ugh I know this is really really short but I'm still trying to work out the plot and everything so bear with me haha. Anyway, that's it. I hope you enjoyed (if you even read it). :)