Life After The Games

by infinitie-2

Hey guys! So this after the 74th Hunger Games. In this version Cato is the Victor. This fanfic is about Clove's feisty little sister, Phoenix. Cato was not reaped into the third Quarter Quell, in which the tributes were reaped from the existing pool of victors. Clove's parents had died before she went to the games, and she lived alone with Phoenix. Now Phoenix lives with Cato.

4. Training With Silver

Phoenix's POV

When I walk into the training center, I feel just about every single set of eyes fall on me. I know what they're thinking. They see me just how Cato did this morning. They all see Clove in me. I give them Clove's signature half-hearted, sarcastic smirk. Now they definitely see Clove through me.

Silver walks over to me. I can't tell if she's about to cry because of Clove or because she is nervous about the reaping tomorrow. Probably because of the reaping. I mean, she loved Clove, but she would completely fawn over Cato. Plus, this is her first reaping, too.

"You wanna come over tonight to watch the Hunger Games introduction?" I ask Silver. I know she'll want to come. Cato will be there. Plus, I could use some help to comfort me when they show Clove. Cato will probably need just as much comforting as I will. I don't really know how to comfort people, especially Cato, but Silver will do anything to get anywhere close to Cato.

"Ok sounds good" says Silver in a quick reaction, but a bit too eager.

"Ok be there a 6:30" I say knowing she will be there at 6:00.

We walk over to the knife throwing station so we can start. I pick up the knife and throw it perfectly. Then Silver throws one. Not exactly on point. She is pretty good with a knife, but not as good as me. Everybody knows that I'm the best knife thrower in District 2, now that Clove is dead. Of course, Silver ends up with a sword. That was Cato's top weapon. We touch up on survival skills, too.

Lastly, we start our two hour speed and agility class. It's twice as hard today. The trainer is so damn stupid. I would love to slit his throat with my knife. Silver and I call him the wicked bitch of the west. It's a good name for him. I decide to train hard tonight. I mean, it's my last one for another year.

After speed and agility, we are free to go home, but I stay all day until 5:00 o'clock. It's just a better choice to have something to do to keep your mind off of tonight. I throw some knives. I try a sword, but I don't like it. Especially not as much as my knives. I learned what foods to eat, and what not to eat.

Then, when I'm about to head home, somebody calls me. I turn around to see Raven. He hugs me. "You look just like Clove." He says softly.

"Thank you" I say back. Then I head out the door and head home to get ready for tonight.