Okay I know it's been like a year but I got really sidetracked and I just got around to writing it. I reread the story and noticed how horrible it is, I'll be...editing (rewriting) the previous chapters to it make more since. Um, I don't really own anything and I'm sorry it's been...a while but I have school and other things too.

Enjoy I guess. If you find any mistakes or have questions please tell me in the reviews it make my job a whole lot easier. Sorry for any grammar stuff...


Clove

I had thought about it. A baby, huh? The idea of it was not what bothered me. Scratch that, a human being forced out of a very small part of your body. Having to induce hours and hours of pain. I was used to pain, sometimes it comforted me, and it assured me that I wasn't perfect, that I made mistakes, but a baby was not going to be one of them.

What really puzzled me was that Cato of all people, the toughest guy in District 12, the winner of the 74th Hunger Games, wanted a baby. It seemed extremely out of character and a completely random thing to bring up at the time of the Games.

Speaking of the Games, a quarter quell. I don't really know how this was all going to play out; I've never been alive for one. I thought about asking my mother, and I did was I was smaller but it just made her burst into tears so I never brought it up again.

I never really thought about asking a past victor if they had a tape I could watch. There had only been two so far, but there has to be some type of special recording I could borrow.

The last two quells were certainly interesting. In the 25th Hunger Games the citizens had to vote on the children to go in.

The 50th, twice as many people had to go in. See this is the reason I don't want to have children, what if something like that popped up. Not that I wouldn't have any faith in my kids but with 49 people against you, there would be no way you would make it out alive.

In about 5 days the 75th Quarter Quell would be announced. And how excited I was to hear it.


I was with Cato in his house pacing out of boredom.

"President Snow visited today." Cato stated, his voice seeming unusually plain. This was big, important and he shows no emotion.

"WHAT?...why? What happened? What did Brutus do?" I questioned. President Snow didn't just popup and when he did it was usually something Brutus did. He was one of the insane...troublemakers our district is...blessed with.

Cato laughed "yeah he's here, not sure why I didn't bother to find out, nothing that I'm aware of and probably something illegal." He answered my questions in order.

I rolled my eyes. That helped. I walked over to where he was sitting and jumped on his lap. His arms snaked around my waist and pulled me closer. I let out an extremely girly giggle.

"Well wasn't that adorable." Cato commented like I was a little two year old. I pecked his lips and smiled. That's what set him off, he attacked my lips, squeezed me in a tight hug and took control.

I managed to escape his death grip to get a breath in, and in that one moment of silence we had, that one peaceful moment that we were sharing, he had to go and ruin my mood.

"...So how about that baby?"


"C'mon Clove I was just kidding." the bastard yelled after me as I stumbled out of his arms and raced up the stairs, locking myself in his room.

"Clove..." I heard him on the other side of the door. I let out an annoyed 'humphf'.

I walked over to his bed and flopped down, face first into the annoying, fluffy covers.

I heard his fist lightly knock on the door. "Clove, let me in." he said. I ignored him, I wanted to hear him beg.

I heard him let out a sigh. "Cllooove, I'm sorrryyyy" he whined out like a eight year old. hahaha keep it coming.

"URG woman! let me in my goddamn room." Cato yelled "please" he whispered the last part. Okay, this is going to be good.

I walked in the bathroom and started to rub my eyes trying to get some redness out of them. I took droplets of water and let them fall on my checks, perfect fake tears.

I put a frown on my face and walk towards the door, I unlock it slowly and open it revealing Cato sitting against the opposite wall of the door.

His head snaps up to look at me and he jumps to his feet. I can see he's freaking out.

"What's wrong?" he asks, taking my head in his hands. I look up at him, trying to force more tears out.

"I-I never wanted to tell you this...but" Insert fake sniff here "I-I can't have kids" The look on his face is priceless, god I'm such a horrible person. He picks me up in a hug and apologizes. I wait a minute before pulling back and saying,

"Just kidding" I smile. His face turns to stone for a moment then starts to smile. He picks me up and throws me over to the bed.

He climbs on top of me a mutters "You asshole." before attacking my neck in kisses, bites and licks.

I'm laughing and tangling my fingers in his hair, he stops to look at me.

"But seriously..." He says.

I bite my lip and look around before rolling my eyes and muttering a "Maybe." He smiles and the attack starts all over again.


Three days have passed since that...as Cato calls it 'traumatizing incident'. Nothing has happened, there's nothing to do in district 2. We've met up with some of the victors, my parents, our old friends whom we haven't seen in months. I guess times just slips away when you're doing nothing.

Tonight. Tonight is the night the capitol is announcing the Quarter Quell. So Cato and I and all the victors are gathering up at someone's house to watch the ceremony for the Quell. And guess who hasn't been shutting up for the last 2 hours.

"Urg! What time is it? We're going over to Enobaria's house at...what time? 6?" he asks for the third time. I take a deep breath and answer.

"Its 10 minutes later since the last time you asked. We're going to her house at 6, yes. It's 3:14 okay, calm your tits."

He gave me a look. "Well excuse me missy, you're the one who's been PMS'ing for the past 4 hours… 'Cato get me food! Why are you ignoring me? Gosh, can't you give me some space?'."
That was a really bad impression of me.

" Ha. We'll I'm not the one who's been whining and being so impatient for tonight" I spit out. God help him.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry" Cato came up behind me and hugged me to his body. I leaned my head back on chest and closed my eyes. It was a nice moment.

"Hey, we still got three hours to kill" He wiggled his eyebrows at me and licked his lips. I roll my eyes and decline his offer.

"Eh, maybe in like an hour." I say. Cato groans and flops on the couch. "What am I supposed to do?" He whines.

"God, Cato I don't know! Why don't you get your ass up and do something useful." I snap. Today was not my day and he should know this, because today was the anniversary of my mother's death.

A year ago, after Cato and I survived the Games and got to go home, was the day the capitol called to me. They wanted to use me as a spy, to find out what the people in the capitol and in the districts are saying about them. They were extremely paranoid. Of course I knew what they were talking about and I was not going to whore myself around the country like some of the other victors. They were too stupid to say no.

So I declined, 'Thank you for the offer sir, but I don't think I'm emotionally stable to be doing things like that. I don't want to put more stress on me' I said to them in a sweet innocent girl voice.

I thought I was off the hook. 'Well, how about in a year you can give us an answer, we'll give you some time to cool off, being in the games is hard work.' I was never going to get out of this.

What I didn't know was that you do not say no to the capitol, they will give you a punishment.

A week later three capitol worker came and shot my mother down. That was my punishment.

After that I had asked around and heard that was what they did to everyone. The lone winner in District 12 turned it down and his whole family, friends and girlfriend were killed. Same thing happened to the famous Finnick Odair in District 4 a couple years ago, you really had no choice. Some people get off the hook, maybe they decide that they are too ugly or they would be a horrible spy. Too ugly to be fucked, ha that's funny. Although of the obvious I was actually a little bit flattered when they asked. 'Aw, I'm good enough in your eyes. How sweet.' That type of thing, but not too flattered, I would never work with the capitol.

I was aware that they had offered Cato the same deal. Knowing him I thought he would jump at the opportunity since I didn't give him much (please...) but surprisingly he declined too. But they couldn't find a way to punish him. He did have a brother, but he died in the 69th Games, his father died of alcohol abuse and his mother died of sickness when he was really young. He doesn't know if he has any extended family.

And they couldn't kill me, how would that look? How would they play it off? 'Victor of 74th Hunger Games dies in freak accident.' that would never work, people aren't that stupid. So they just let him be, of course we don't let our guard down, something was going to happen sooner or later.

"Maybe we should...um. I don't know...what time is it?" Cato asked. Again. I sigh and look at the clock hanging up on the wall.

"It's 3:30." I reply. I walk over to where he's laying on the couch and crawl up against him. He moves over so I can comfortably lie on my side, pressed up against him. His arms wrap around me and we just lay there. I can feel the minutes tick by.

I'm glad that he's calming down, Cato's been acting more hyper and anxious than usual. I believe he's always in a calm state of paranoia. Ever since the Games he's been really jumpy, quick on his feet and always moving, like a child with serious ADHD. I can tell most of it is anxiety for something to happen, a little of its paranoia but only to a small degree.

I am the exact opposite of Cato. Sure I'm still paranoid but it seems like I've slowed down. I'm definitely not calmer but more in a state of haziness. Like being high all the time or being in that state of half awake and half sleep where you are aware of everything and can wake up at any moment if something happened but you're still in that state of relaxation. It's kind of like depression, I'm not sad I'm not begging to die, but I'm always tired.

It's like I can't keep up with anything anymore, my skills haven't gone but I just don't see the point.

I look up at Cato and see he's fallen asleep. He always looks like he did when he was 14, younger, Naive. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.


"Clove, Clove! Wake up. It's time to go." I hear Cato's voice which is full of excitement. I laugh and slowly sit up, stretching after that wonderful nap. He pulls my arm and tugs me to the door.

"Cato, Cato, wait! You're not dressed." I remind him. He's still in boxers and a white t-shirt. He looks down at himself and curses before running up the stairs.

I roll my eyes and wait for him to come running down the stairs like a kid on Christmas morning. "C'mon, C'mon, C'mon!" He begged.

"Cato, calm down. It's only 5:50. Their house is like a 2 minute walk, okay. Deep breath." I say. I grabbed his arms and forced him to look at me. He nodded and took a deep breath.

"Okay, let's go." I said and we headed out the door.

After an hour of eating and talking to all the victors at Enobaria's house, I hear some yell to be quite.

Everyone sits down and gathers around the TV, waiting for the announcement to come on.

President Snow flickers on the screen. Caesar Flickerman comes to view telling about the card reading.

"That's right, this year will be the seventy-fifth anniversary of the Hunger Games! And that means it's time for our third Quarter-Quell." Caesar says in a fake excited voice. Everyone laughs.

The anthem plays and the camera moves back over to President Snow. He's followed by a young boy dressed in a white suit, holding a wooden box which contains the Quells. As the anthem ends Snow begins to speak, reminding us of the Dark Days in which the Hunger Games were born. He begins to speak of the previous Quells.

"On the twenty-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that their children were dying because of their choice to initive violence, every district was to hold an election and vote on the tributes who would represent it."

That must have been horrible, I'm glad I wasn't born 50 years ago.

"On the fiftieth anniversary" Snow continues "as a reminder that two rebels died for each Capitol citizen, every district was required to send twice as many tributes."

Everyone is leaning forward, anxious to hear the third.

"And now we honor our third Quarter-Quell" The little boy steps forward and holds out the box to the president. In the box were many old, yellow envelops that had numbers on them. Snow picked out number 75 and began to read.

"On the seventy fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from the existing pool of victors."

I hear a young woman who won 3 years ago shriek. Everyone else just sits there, trying to take it in. What does it mean? Existing pool?

I cover my mouth to try and cover my screams; I look over at Cato, his face emotionless. A minute passed before everyone understood.

We had two or three that were crying, some people were cheering, others too shocked to react.

I feel Cato pick me off of the floor and set me down on his lap, holding me and saying over and over. "It's okay, we're going to be fine." I shake my head back and forth. No we're not going to be fine, not that many people from district 2 has won over the years. We only had about 19 victors till alive. Only about 12 that were under 40.

I try to reassure myself, there is a bunch of people. Even if we do get picked there will be no doubt that people will volunteer for us. Enobaria looks ready to go and she's about 34, Brutus is just as excited and he turned 46 this year.

We're going to be fine, I look up at Cato and think that it's only been a year since we've won. They wouldn't want to see the same people in from last year.

Something hit, like my breath getting knocked out of me. A year since we've won, a year since the capitol...

Is this what they're going to do to Cato?


Dun Dun Duhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Okay bear with me guys in the 'baby' stuff. I know it seems really sappy and stupid but it all plays into plan. I don't like the lovey-dovey stories 'oh i love you, I love you too. we had a baby and got married. the end.' type of stuff...give another chapter or too and it'll get better. Trust me this DOES have a plot, it's not there to the exciting stuff yet okay! Oh and sorry If I got the ages for some people wrong, I don't have exact numbers...and the Quell announcement is from the actual book...just take out the Katniss stuff and ta da...perfect. I won't be updating for a while but reviews can change that, they make me want to write more!

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