It's been awhile. I am sooooo extremely sorry I haven't updated sooner. Hopefully this will make up for it. NOTE: I might remake this chapter as I was finishing it when I was tired so it is a bit fluffy for my taste but you guys might like it.
Another knife leaves the tips of my fingers, leaving a rush there that runs through my body. After we finished lunch we had training again so, of course, being me I went to my knives. I wasn't really trying to impress, that came naturally, I was looking at my competitors reactions and observing there behavior.
Thresh was defiantly a threat. He was massive and strong though most of the time he staying in the survival skills category of the room. The next person was Katpiss, she didn't really do anything threatening except glance frequently at the bow and arrow station but that was enough to turn on the warning bells. No one else really stood out to me, Marvel and Glimmer I could kill with a flick of the wrist. Glimmer was strong but had poor training and I could easily over-power her. Marvel would be a bit trickier but I figured if I pin him like I do Cato it shouldn't be too difficult.
I tear myself away from the knives table and walk past Cato who is on his way to knives. I roll my eyes at him as he smirks and our shoulders collide. I keep walking though and decide to head over to the spear station. There is a line so I decide to take this time to assess the others.
My eyes flick past the weakling, lingering temporarily on the cripple from ten but flicking past him to the girl in the nets above. She is from eleven; about 12 years old and dark skinned and an innocent face. It is always sad when someone so young is picked but I do not show any emotion, she will die quickly and hopefully not too painfully.
My eyes only catch the knife in her hand from the reflection of the light off it and that's when I hear the rumble of Cato's voice tear through the training centre.
"Where's my knife!" He yells at the boy, I can't place where he is from, just another weakling.
"I don't have your knife!" He retorts stubbornly, the kid has guts but really shouldn't have been so arrogant as to do that. Cato will make him his first target immediately.
"You'll be the first to die!" I was right as Cato starts gaining on the boy the peacekeepers finally show themselves and break off the fight. I have to hide the smirk-ish smile on my lips at the girl from elevens little bit of fun. I don't look at her though or someone will catch on and Cato will be merciless for making him look like a fool.
I look over towards the girl and boy from district twelve. He paints so skillfully as he lifts his arms to one of the fake trees and his upper arm and hand are almost invisible, I make a mental note of this as it could be potentially threatening. The girl from twelve looks somewhat impressed with his art work but I don't bother to look at them anymore and continue my evaluation of the other tributes, both weaknesses and strengths, till it is time to go back to our living quarters.
The bubbly laughter flows out of the elevator as Cato and I leave and all I want to do is flick my wrist in the direction of her face. She let Marvel get off on floor one but came up with Cato and I.
Enobaria and Brutus wait at the table for us and I inwardly groan. I don't really feel like talking but I know it has to be important; Enobaria doesn't waste her time on anybody. By the way she ignores Orchid anyone could tell that.
I stop at the entrance and look my mentor straight in the eye; she does the same to me. She could possibly be the hardest person to read. That is if I wasn't alive. Her expression stays black but at at the same time rock hard as I sit across from her.
"You guys smell like shit" She grins. This makes the corner of my mouth slightly tilt up along with everyone else's at the table. It may not seem like it but this is what we call a reward from Enobaria. She leans back in her chair, lazily playing with a fork and she continues. "Tomorrow are interviews. Brutus and I will be helping you find you angles for the first four hours then we'll have lunch. After lunch your prep teams are going to take you and beatify you both. The interviews will be later that night. The next day is what really matters though. You'll be tested in your skills in your private training sessions, do good or we're disowning you. Anything below a 9 will not be accepted, you are careers and have been training for a lifetime so tens or nothing."
"Enobaria and I need something to work with if you want sponsors. Cato," Brutus turns towards the blonde sitting beside me. "You and the girl from district one are having a star-crossed lovers act. Nothing big just some mild flirting and such will probably do it. The sponsors will be falling all over you two."
Both Enobaria and I laugh at this. He can't be serious can he? Love in the hunger games. I think not. Brutus glares at us but Cato just keeps looking on like he could care less.
"Really? That is what you and Cashmere were talking about?" My mentor can barely catch her breath as she says this before continuing on with her cruel laughter.
I smirk, folding my arms across my chest and lean back in my chair and look at Cato.
He looks at me and his face has formed a cold glare which just makes me smirk even more.
"Is that all?" Cato asks, not taking his eyes off me with a clenched jaw.
"Be back here in twenty minutes if you want to eat." Brutus says before getting up and leaving. Enobaria must have already left because she is nowhere to be seen.
"You have fun with that." I smirk cruelly in his direction as I push my chair away from the table and start walking towards my room. I hear his heavy footsteps behind me, god this kid is annoying. When I turn back to look at him he just stops in his tracks but doesn't say a word so I continue on until I get to my room.
I look at the door again, the four leaf clover haunting me with just it's existence. I open the door and walk into my bedroom, footprints glowing with every step. I make my way to my bed and sit down and it swings gently. I only realize Cato is in the doorway when he huffs.
My head instinctively snaps up and I reach for a knife by my side that's not there. He comes in and closes the door behind him watching his footsteps behind him.
"Why is your bedroom like this?" He asks seriously. It's weird to see the real Cato, for the past year I have become accustomed to the arrogant basket case he had become. I shrug, my eyes finding interest in floor.
I take my training boos off and jump off my bed.
"Would you mind?" I snap at Cato as I make my way towards my dresser.
"Yeah, I'd prefer you change out here instead of the bathroom." He smirks as he makes himself comfortable on my bed. I growl and roll my eyes as I pick a pair of simple jeans and a white blouse.
"Don't mess anything up." I warn as I head into the bathroom.
Mid-way through dressing I hear a thump and curse myself for trusting him alone in this temporary bedroom. I zip up my jeans and pull the blouse over a simple white tank top and walk out of the bedroom to find Cato with a guilty look on his face as he tries to pick something up while staying on the bed.
"You lazy ass!" I yell at him and make my way over to him. I see the smallest shimmer from the reflection of the light on the etched gold of my token before Cato swoops it up with one hand and sits back up on my bed. "Cato give it back!" I growl lowly.
"Wait! I want to see it." He states holding it above his head so I can't reach it if I tried. I decide not to look like a fool trying to get it so I put a hand on my hip and wait impatiently, tapping my foot. "Oooh, sassy!" He teases. I roll my eyes at his immaturity and he rolls them in response before studying my token.
His hands trace the key locket carefully, almost delicately. Sure it is a bit rusty, but it's not that old. It's golden and not to large, but not teeny either. Inside is a hidden knife. Before my mother died she gave it to me, so seeing Cato hold it infuriates me. No one is supposed to touch it but that bastard is as tall as a fucking giraffe so it's not like I had a choice.
I begin to grow impatient; it's been at least two minutes already. "Cato.." I growl and he looks up for the first time as if just remembering my presence.
"Where'd you get this?" He asked, eyes boring into me.
"None of your business" I seethe, snatching the golden chain with my token on it out of his hands. He raises his eyebrow's but doesn't say anything else.
"So" He says plopping down on the bed, making it slightly sway.
"So what?" I spit returning the locket around my neck, where it is supposed to be hidden.
"We are supposed to make the career pack official tonight." He says. I throw myself onto the bed, face first with my head landing on a pillow.
"Whhhyyy?!" My cries are muffled by the pillow. I can practically see that sideways grin of his, something special that is very rare and unknown too other. I can feel him shifting on the bed and I look over with my head still on the pillow. He is on his side laying beside me and as I predicted with the sideways smile. "What?" I growl.
He shakes his head. "Nothing. You haven't acted like this in a while." I bury my head back into the pillow and hide my face in it. No, not hide. I don't know, I just don't feel like looking at that asshole.
He suddenly sits up. "Hey, remember when we were kids and played by the fence?" He asks slightly shaking my shoulder. I nod looking up at him.
"What about it?" I ask, my curiosity sparked.
"You would make me follow the pattern where your feet were and every time I crunched a branch or stepped in the wrong place you would throw a knife in my direction and scold me." He smiles dumbly at the memory.
"How is that a good memory?" I ask him. He shrugs.
"I bet you would still do that…"
"Do what?"
"Scold me and throw knifes at me till I got it right." I'm appalled at this.
"Would not!" I say, launching up from my previous spot.
"Would to." He smirks.
We both know what the other is thinking.
I meet Cato and on the larger part of the room.
"Go" I say and soon I am bounding around the room. Being skillful as well as graceful as I hop place to place. Cato follows suit jumping around like the crazy cluts he is.
I laugh at him.
"Your terrible!" I say as I continue hopping around.
"You're still a bitch!" He says as he chases me around the room. I laugh at him and continue on quickly, avoiding every attack.
I know we shouldn't be doing this- this.. having fun together. We should be completely focused on murding one another but it feels right. So I just pretend, pretend one of us- unlikely both of us- will be dead in a matter of 3 weeks.
~Da end. Sorry I haven't updated in two weeks. My bad. Thank you for reading, review and fav!~
