When Training Sessions Go Wrong

by i-am-foxface

It's the 74th hunger games and the gamemakers are in for a surprise, this years tributes are insane! Marvel is a drama queen, Clove has a pet knife and Peeta thinks he is bread! I will be accepting suggestions for tributes, the weirder the better!

2. Chapter 2

Hi everyone, I've been really busy today so I couldn't write a full chapter so I just wrote Cloves part. Thanks to my awesome reviewers, xMarvelousMarvelx, James018, ShineTheTribute and kuon23. For all the nameless tributes I was just going to make them up myself or take suggestions from my readers. Hope you enjoy the chapter :-)

CLOVE

"Clove McStabbington" Called the capitol woman as Marvel was thrown out of the room, screaming for his mommy. After shooting Marvel a death glare Clove strode in to the room and immediately went to the knives station. The gamemakers watched expectantly as she carefully selected a knife. A huge grin spread across her face as she selected a particularly brutal looking knife. "It looks just like Stabby Mcstabbington!" she squealed in delight.

"Stabby Mc-who?" asked Plutarch, looking confused.

"My pet knife!" Grinned Clove viscously, throwing Stabby at a dummy and hitting it's heart.

"Seriously, a pet knife" Groaned Plutarch, glaring at Lucia. "I thought you said district two would be better."

Lucia ignored him, instead watching Clove as she congratulated Stabby for being 'a good knifey-wifey'.

Clove grabbed a second knife and sent it flying at a dummys throat, yelling "Die Katniss!" and screaming some sort of shrill battle cry that made the gamemakers clasp their hands over their ears.

"Thank you, you can go now." Snapped Sencera, glaring at the psychotic tribute.

"Stab, stab, stab!" yelled Clove, pretending that she didn't hear Sencera.

"Er- Miss McStabbington you really have to leave" coaxed one of the gamemakers, hoping that Clove would listen.

"Who's a good knife? You are!" squealed Clove, stroking the knife and grinning like a maniac.

"Clove, get out. Now!" yelled Plutarch. He had lost all patience with the clearly mad girl.

Eventually, after several more attempts to get Clove to leave, Sencera called a squad of peacekeepers who restrained Clove and, with great difficulty, pulled the knife from her hand.

As the door slammed, silencing Cloves death threats, Sencera slumped back in his chair. "Someone kill me now" He said.