This chappie was written by me and me alone!

Clove's POV

Alright. It's official that I hated the District 4 chick, and District 12. They could go die, and I would help with that. As Cato and I walked back to the elevators to get to our rooms, I ripped the gun off my outfit. I was sick of the thing banging against my back. That caused the whole outfit to rip. It was like when you rip pantyhose, and whenever you move it rips EVERYWHERE. Yeah, that's what happened. All of my weapons almost fell off. It took all my will power to try to stay normal, not like I was having a spazz attack. My biggest priority was to keep the knife and spiky balls on my….places. And, then the elevator came, and I ran onto it, and before Cato could even take a step forward, I hit the "Close Doors" button, and the doors slammed in his face. I immediately felt relieved of the need to hold my outfit together, and relaxed. The elevator stopped, and then she got on stark naked and glistening with the goo of her outfit, and sweat. I didn't even want to know what she had been doing before getting on the elevator, but judging by her flushed face, she had just done a quickie in the storage room with…Finnick Odair, perhaps? It was the scandal. A Tribute hooking up with her Mentor.

"What are you looking at?" She snarled, looking at me like I was scum on the bottom of her size five stilettos. I curled my lip, but decided not to say anything. Then, thank God, the elevator opened on my floor, and I stalked outside before turning back, and looking at the slut.

Then, I surprised both of us by bringing my right hand up, and flipping her off. That's right. I flipped off the bitch.

Then, I continued stalking down the hall, until I heard a voice.

"Hey Clove. What was that about?" Cato called, running up behind me. I refused to turn around when he tried to stop me, since I was as naked as District 4 underneath the clear net thing. I was fine with him seeing my ass, since when I was twelve I got pissed at him, and mooned him; it's just the other parts that I'm uncomfortable with.

"I had an issue with my costume." I managed to choke out, before I started to walk again. He was still following me.

I got to my door, and opened it. I stepped inside my room, and slammed the door in his face again, just as he was about to say something.

When I opened the door again a few minutes later (wearing a robe, mind you), he was still there, with a confused look on his face.

"My costume sort of fell apart. I think that my idiot stylist got me a size too small. Yeah, it fit me length wise, but in other places it was way too small. And then, when I ripped the gun off, everything else just sort of….followed suit, I guess." I mumbled, wrapping my robe protectively around myself even more. It was going to be hell to unwrap myself.

Cato nodded his head, "Oh." He mumbled. He looked...odd. Like he was trying not to do something, "Well, I'm just gonna go back to my room now. Yeah, that's what I'll do." He stuttered, before going across the hall to his room, and slamming the door.

"Okay, then." I murmured, before closing my own door and stripping myself of the stupid costume. Then, I climbed into bed, naked, and fell asleep planning the demises of the people I hated so much.

Celeste's POV

I now had three people on my kill list. Clove from 2, Katniss from 12, and Peeta from 12. They all needed to die. All of them. From my hand only. The amazing time I had with Finnick had done nothing to help them leave my mind. God, whenever I thought of those three people, I wanted to puke. And then Clove flipping me off. The bitch!

I walked down the hall, and to my room. As soon as I entered the room, I made a beeline for the shower. I pressed the button that gave me the hardest wash, and just stood there as the water pounded me clean.

When I was done, I stepped out and the jets blow dried me, and then, without brushing my teeth, or putting any clothes on, I jumped into bed, and started planning how I would kill everyone.

I would definitely set the District 12 Tributes on fire. Wouldn't that be some wicked irony. And, Clove? I was stumped on what to do with her. I could use anything I wanted to, to kill her. But, I just didn't want her dead, I wanted her to suffer in more ways than one.

Then, it came to me. I would seduce her male counterpart, Cato. Screw him while I know she's close by, maybe even when she's right there. Either way there would be ropes involved, and she would be tied down, forced to watch. And, then…..I would….kill her with her own knife. Slowly. Painfully. And laugh when her cannon fires. Then, I would probably kill Cato, since he would probably be pissed off that I used him like that, and try to kill me first.

I had my whole plan figured out. I loved it. I would use it, and if the people of Panem hated me for it…then fuck them.

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