Cato's hands slipped down the girl's legs and puller her tighter against him. In return, she crushed her mouth harder against his and moaned. Before, it would've made him go crazy but now, it just made him sick. These were all actions of passion, but Cato felt nothing. He had been with so many girls that now he could no longer tell the difference. They all felt the same, all lust and cravings, but never more than that. Suddenly, Clove pushed her way into his mind and he inwardly smiled. He was certain that there was something about her, something that most girls didn't have. He could also feel that under the tough portrayal, there were secrets. Hidden secrets that had been boiling inside her for so long that they forced her over the edge, to what she was now, a cruel killing machine. Ever since three days ago, when he had come across her in the forest, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Why did she go out into the forest? Why not hunt within the district? Was she always that cold and merciless? Was that cold part of her just a disguise, something for her real self to hide behind? And most of all, what was her story?

Another moan brought Cato out of his thoughts and into the real world. He realized he was still pressed up against the girl and she was now attempting to unbutton his pants. Disgusted, he pulled away from her and sat up.

Pouting, she tugged him closer. "What's wrong baby?"

Shaking his head, Cato pushed her wandering hands away and thought of Clove again. He needed to see her, for some unexplainable reason. "I need to leave. Sorry." He didn't even bother looking at her as he walked out her door, pulling on his shirt. Back from inside the room, he could still hear her desperate cries but he kept on walking.

Now that he was away from her, he focused on the bigger problem. Where would Clove be right now?

Clove quietly closed the door to her house and started walking. Her arm had a long thin cut through it and blood was beginning to appear. Wincing, she put pressure on her bad arm as she headed towards the forest. It was the place she went whenever she needed time away from people – especially her mom. When she reached the forest, she pulled out her lucky knife. It was a short but sharp blade, with undecipherable words etched into the handle. She never missed her target with any knife, but this one meant something to her. When she was hunting with it, it felt like a part of her, an extendable arm.

As Clove neared the middle of the forest where most animals dwelled, she noticed someone was already there, calling for her. Looking closer, she realized it was that boy Cato, the one she had seen in the forest a few days ago. Why was he here, looking for her? She wondered, surprised. Should she stay and talk or just leave? After contemplating it for a minute, she went ahead and stepped toward him.

"Are you looking for me?" Clove crossed her arms and put on an expressionless face.

Cato turned around and flashed her a brilliant smile. Her heart picked up for a second before she mentally chided herself for letting a smile get to her.

"Actually, yeah." He said, still smiling.

Clove waited for a second before realizing he was waiting for her to say something. "…What do you want?"

He looked at her and said, "Training sessions."

At first, Clove thought she had misheard him. Why would this menacing boy ask her, a girl, for help? But what else could he have said? A smirk crept across her lips. There had to be some reason he was asking her.

After a few moments, Clove nodded. "When?"

Cato seemed surprised that she had agreed but recovered quickly. "Why not start now?"

Clove kept her face as expressionless as possible. "All right," She paused. "What exactly are we training for?"

"We both have things we can work on. I need to work on my aim just a little bit, and you have great aim with your knives." Cato started carving out targets on a few nearby trees with his sword.

The compliment flattered Clove, but she kept her face blank. "And what do I need to work on?"

"You have one way of killing. Stabbing the heart. It's effective and works for all animals, but it wouldn't hurt knowing other variations of killing." Cato shrugged, taking out his sword.

Clove considered his offer. She herself, had noticed that there was only one way she killed, and she could definitely do with knowing more, just in case. And Cato needed her. It made her feel in control to have someone in need of her help. And for the first time, it wasn't just power she felt, it was something more. A small fluttering inside her stomach that she had never experienced before. Quickly, she pushed it away and focused on the dilemma at hand.

After a few moments, she nodded. "It's a deal." What's the worst that could happen?

Cato smiled at her. "Then let's begin."

It had been a complete hour and a half since Cato and Clove had first started training. Things were coming along slowly and Clove's patience with Cato was running out. His aim was strong when he was close to the victim, but when he was farther away it was simply awful. She had tried giving him multiple demonstrations but he just couldn't get it right.

Clove sat down on a nearby rock, aggravated. "You're not doing it right."

The most frustrating thing of all was that Cato refused to give up, no matter how many times he failed. Now, he simply shrugged and threw another knife at the target. And missed. Clove made a sound of exasperation, suddenly stood up and stalked over to where Cato was standing. Snatching a knife from him, she held it in her hand, calculating the distance and target. She could feel Cato's gaze on her, but she kept focused. With her arm stretched out and her aim immaculate, she got ready to throw but just at that moment, Cato grabbed her arm.

"What happened?" He curiously asked. Clove looked down at her arm and realized it was the one with the long spreading cut. The pain came surging back to her arm. She tried to jerk her arm away, but Cato's grip was warm and strong against her skin.

Turning away, she nonchalantly brushed it off. "Nothing. Just an accident." But Cato didn't loosen his grip.

"Clove," He whispered. His eyes roamed around her face, making her skin flush. "Who did this?"

When Clove still didn't respond, he said, "You can trust me."

At that, Clove whipped her head up. After giving him a hostile look, she wrenched her arm from his steady hold and started picking up her things. Ignoring Cato's pleas, she walked away from him and out of the forest, leaving him wondering what the hell he could have done or said wrong.

I'm really not satisfied with this chapter.. I feel like the story's moving along really slowly but I don't know. And the POV is really bugging me, like I don't know if I should keep it third person or do it in Clove's perspective but I guess I'll figure it out soon enough. I never knew it was this hard to write a story omg. Well, that's about it. Oh & thanks for the reviews. :)