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Cato's POV
I stand on the door step of my old home, staring at the rusted letterbox, the chipped paint.
I knock on the door loudly, my parents didn't even bother coming to my homecoming crowd. Easy guess why.
My Mother opened the door a crack, just for me to see her blue eye peek through, though all I realised were the huge grey shadows underneath.
"You're not welcome in this house." She said, her voice sounding as if she was going to cry.
I stumbled back slightly, trying to mask the shock that was obviously spreading across my face.
"Was this how you were going to treat Raven if she had killed me, huh?" Silence. "Didn't think so."
"We told you to enter next year! You would've been eighteen. You would've been stronger - more mature. You went against our wishes and killed your sister in the process, how dare you come here and verbally attack me!"
I heard a low voice come from behind my Mother. Suddenly my Father came storming out of the front door, catching me by surprise and managing to pin me by my neck to the wall.
"You," He spat "are not my son anymore. Go to your pretty little Victor's Village and leave us alone you sick creature. All you are is a heartless killer, now go."
He let go and I resisted every urge to choke. "Fine. If that's how you want it. I'll take my money, and I'll take my food, and everything you ever wanted. Everything I got because YOU trained me up to do this." I can feel the anger build up inside of me.
Before I know it, my fist has connected with the wall, sending shards of concrete into my scarred skin. I rip them out harshly before walking away.
I turn to see my parents staring at me, their eyes glistening with tears. I spit in their direction before sprinting in the direction of the Victor's Village.
Clove's POV
I begin the long walk to the bakery with my mother's instruction to give the baker a tip as it is Cato's mother.
As I stride confidently to the bakery, I slow when I get near the huge archway that leads to the Victor's Village. The houses are magnificent, towering way above any house I've ever seen before. Even the grass is noticeably greener, it's as if new life has been breathed onto this small plot of land.
I will make it there. Within a year, I will be there.
My thoughts are interrupted as I am barged into, my shoulder aching as the person just saunters past.
"Hey! Aren't you going to apologise?" I shout.
As I look closer I see that the person is, in fact, Cato. He strolls into the Victor's Village slower than his previous pace, obviously waiting for another reaction. He is in luck, as I am in the perfect mood for a fight.
"Oi!" I spit.
I punch him in the back, not expecting him to react, but instead he turns around, grabs my hair and yanks my head backwards into his chest. I can still see my surroundings, but not his face, just the arm gripped around my neck.
"I don't do apologies. At least not honest ones." He replies, letting me go. I quickly recover, standing as tall as I can in front of him.
"Yeah, I know that from your games." I say with a bitter smile.
"You've got quite a mouth on you." He says with a flirtatious grin, leaning down so his face is level with mine.
I sigh with boredom. "Yeah I do, and I have better things to do than listen to the same stuff you say to all of your whores. Bye Cato."
I could tell by his low chuckle that he was impressed and couldn't help but feel a little bit of a rush from the situation.
I walk away with a slight wiggle of my hips, I can feel his eyes staring behind me but I refuse to look back. I turn the corner, away from the Victor's Village and begin to walk normally again. I chuckle to myself as I throw and catch the coins in my hands. It begins to rain, and so I sprint my way to the bakers.
I enter and hear the familiar chime of the bell. A tall, thin blonde lady walks out. She has an extremely fake smile plastered on her face, followed by a look of confusion crossed with recognition.
"You're Margo's daughter?" She asks.
"Yeah, I am." I reply as I look at the various loaves of bread.
"I knew it! I'm Grace." She says, her smile changing into a more genuine one as she shakes my hand. "It's lovely to meet you...?"
"Clove." I reply, picking up a huge loaf of white bread.
"Clove! What a lovely name, your mother chose well!" A nervous laugh soon follows.
"I happened to see your son on the way down here, by the Victor's Village."
"Oh, he's not my son!" Grace says, her cheeks flushing red.
"But I thought..."
"Not anymore. I think it would be a good idea if you take your bread and go." Her voice resonates anger, but only subtly.
I struggle to comprehend what she just said. I can't have heard her correctly. "So after all that he's been through, you've disowned him? After everything?" I can't believe that I am defending Cato of all people, but this seems a valid reason.
"It seems that you have a little crush on him, sweetheart." She says, her voice definitely raised. "I'd stay away from him if I were you, I know of all people what he's capable of."
I give her the most disgusted look I can muster, take the bread and slam the coins on the counter, which sends half of them flying on the floor. I keep the extra change my Mother gave me as a tip for her, a women like that doesn't deserve a penny more. I push the huge feeling to curse at her to the back of my mind, before walking out and slamming the door in the process.
There's a cold breeze outside, but I can still feel my face burning as the rage doesn't subside. I begin to feel guilty for how I was earlier to him, I certainly am not going to apologise, but I think it's time to pay Cato a visit in his Victor's Village.
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