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I sit in a dark olive room waiting silently. I sit perched close to a window, noticing there's nothing to open it, probably bullet proof too. The dark olive room fills with a low creek as the large mahogany doors push open.

Gracie rushes to my open arms her eyes wet with tears. "Don't cry." I whisper standing up with the girl in my arms. My mother stands shyly in the closed door frame. I hide my feeling from her, frowning deeply. "I told you not to come." I hiss softly. My mother frowns her freckled face set into a scowl.

"I check the weapon cabinet Clove." She hisses walking towards me. I smile devilishly holding my sister tightly. "I'm not stupid either." I laugh. "Grandma would want it like this." I say placing Gracie on a small couch near the window. My mother hastily pulls up my skirt revealing my shiny leg.

I stare at the leather garter on my leg a small grin on my lips. My mother draws the throwing knife from the brown leather grater waving it in front of my face. My grandmother had gotten it for my cousin, her reaping day. She was supposed to volunteer, but was caught practicing reaping day. And as it goes…

I was at my cousin's funeral the next day. That's when my mother started tacking my weapons and only permitted me to practice on one of her old cutting boards, and only for a couple hours in my room each day.

I didn't exactly hate my mother, but I can't deny the schemes I thought of, there were so many ways to kill a being you know. I snatch the knife from her clutch feeling it gash into her fleshy hands. She winces softly. "You worry about yourself." I raise my eyebrows cockily.

Gracie stares in awe, trying to understand what I'm doing. I turn to her appalled face. "When I come back. You will be able to hear me again." I assure softly. Grace stares at my soft eyes. "I love you Clove." She cries softly. I understand she hadn't caught what I'd said. "I'll see you soon." I fight back a tear.

Careers don't cry. I tell myself as I pull away from the small girl. The large doors smash open abruptly, followed by two tall lanky peacekeepers. Grace winks at me as she takes my mother's sane hand pulling her away. I turn from them not wanting to look back, because if I do, I know I will burst into tears.

I tuck my weapon back into its holster feeling the blade press softly against my skin. I sit down silently. Placing my hands on my soft lap. I take the time to rethink my options, making sure is looked innocent in front of the cameras. My role model Johanna mason had pulled the innocent card.

And due to my freckled face, and small body I was a perfect fit for this. Although being on a career pact was always a dream of mines. My thoughts become interrupted abruptly as the doors swing open the hinges creak under the fast motion. "Let's go little lady." A short peacekeeper clutches my arm tightly.

"Haven't you idiots heard I can walk?" I hiss, knowing they can't hurt me anymore. They push me forward leading me down a long corridor. I hear another group behind me, knowing Cato is close behind me. I tilt my head glancing back at his tern face, grimacing slightly.

Cato lifts his face to stare at mine deeply. I breathe softly turning towards open doors. The sunlight pulls me into its cool grasp hugging me tightly. Camera's drift in front of my awed face as the peacekeepers let me loose.

Several white uniforms surround me as I climb into a little blue car sitting on the bench seat softly. Cato pulls in on the other side, each of us find Ellie siting in the middle her wig switched to a deep blue, a matching purse lies on her lap. I roll my eyes sitting by the apricot smelling woman.

"You two will love the Capitol… They always do." She starts her blue lipstick gleams brightly in my eyes as the car begins to purr lightly. I lean my head against the cool glass window feeling the wind that presses against it faintly.

I catch Cato staring at me from the small reflection the glass provides. I turn my head my dark hair tumbling over my shoulders softly. Cato's soft eyes squint at my face waiting for a respond. I look down noticing his tan, hand near mine. I snatch it away sassily glancing at Ellie.

I roll my eyes. As if I would associate with someone from a weaker career academy. Cato shakes his head keeping his eyes on me. He snatches my hand into his forcing me to throw Ellie forward.

I laugh forcing a smile from my lips slowly. Ellie climbs back up her face disapproving. "Stop the car!" She orders as the white peacekeepers van stop in unison. She pushes Cato out the car her wig tilted slightly. She opens the passenger door pulling herself in hastily. Cato shuts his door watching the door lock tightly behind him.

I laugh again starring at the irritated woman. I turn to find Cato closer to me than before. I scoot close to the door not wanting any physical contact with him. He touches my leg softly. I push him away from my weapon, knowing what he felt he raises his brow slowly.

I turn away watching a silver train come into view. It seems to me the first person I must kill will have to be someone from my district.

A/N I was thinking there could be a sequel for this story, if you want to see a book two hashtag. Let them live. I need them done by the feast at the cornucopia so don't forget to review. And hashtag it. Lets call it Gash tagging #letthemlive