"I'll try to update my stories on the weekends." HAHAHAHAHAHA, yeah right!
I know this is unrelated, but recently someone said something in one of my stories about Cato having the wrong weapon. I want to go over this. IN THE BOOKS, IT INFERS THAT CATO'S MAIN WEAPON IS, IN FACT, A SPEAR. Personally, I believe that Cato could pretty much use all weapons, mostly a sword and spear. I just like Cato better with a sword because I feel like Cato is the kind of killer (Beautiful, but still a killer) that would rather someone die literally at his hand, due to his hacking and swiping and swinging, instead of him just throwing something at them. But that's just me. THAT IS THE THING ABOUT FANFICTIONS, I AM ALLOWED TO PLAY WITH CERTAIN FACTS.
BY THE WAY, GO READ "LUSTING LIAR", PLEASE!
The elevator doors opened and I couldn't stop the smirk from appearing on my face when my eyes catch the sight of the other tributes, completely incapable of handling weapons.
Four tributes (careers - from District One and Four, I'm assuming) come up to greet us. They introduce themselves as Marvel, Glimmer, Jase, and Camille. I almost snarl at the blonde, who's eyes linger too long on my Cato. To my displeasure, Cato doesn't look the least bit uncomfortable under her perverted stare. Instead, he smirks at her knowingly. She blushes slightly, never averting her gaze.
"I'm Clove, and this is my partner, Cato," I say, nudging him slightly with my elbow.
The boy from District One (Marvel, I think) smiles at me. I smile back, in attempt of being friendly. "Allies, right? I mean, you two were trained in District Two as careers, I assume?"
Before I have time to answer, the Blonde speaks. "I don't want to be the jerk here, but no one else is speaking up. Personally, I'm concerned about having Clove in our alliance," She says. My blood boils and I have to restrain myself. "She looks kind of...frail?" She sends me an 'I'm sorry' look, and I step forward, in attempt to reach out and ruin her pretty little face. Cato, sadly, wraps his arms around my wait and pulls me against him. I struggle to get towards her, savoring the surprised, horrified look in her eyes.
"Clove, calm down," Cato says, load enough for everyone in the room to hear. Then he whispers quieter, for only my ears, "You can prove her wrong, but don't hurt her. We need the alliance for the games." I'm still shaking, and he starts to loosen his grip. "Please, Clover."
He releases me and I allow my arms to hang limply at my sides, a murderous glint in my eyes.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Glitter. I guess I will just have to prove to you how inaccurate your idiotic opinion of me truly is."
She glares, anger evident in her expression. "It's Glimmer, sweetheart."
I fake a smile. "Tell someone who gives a damn."
Jase looks spectical as he says, "Well, she is kind of small.."
Camille gives him her middle finger and steps up to place a hand on my shoulder. "Yeah, she is small." I'm about to dent her face when she continues. "But so is a grenade or a poison capsule. Your point?"
I smile at her.
I glare at Cato, who is helping Glimmer learn to throw spears. He catches my stare, and gives me a smirk, before basically starting a screaming match from a station away.
"Something wrong, Troublefield?"
"Other than your aim, Highman?" I answer back, pissed he called me out.
"Jealous, much, Clo?" He answers, handing Glimmer another spear to throw.
Glimmer smirks at me. I want to kill her.
"What reason would I have to be?" I answer, turning my back to him. I pick up a knife and throw it to the furthest target away.
Cato just laughs. The knife hits the red center.
Marvel joins me at the "learn what not to eat if you're trying to avoid death" station.
His slightly flirty attitude does not go unnoticed; my disinterest in him does.
After I learn about 25 poisonous things that could end me in the arena, Marvel almost gets stabbed, multiple times. If only I could use my beautiful blades to drag across his throat.
"Look, I hate being this forward, but I could be dead in less than a week. I think you're very attractive, and would like to make these days wonderful, though I highly doubt they'll be my last."
"What are you saying?" I ask, appalled.
"You're going to be dead in a matter of days, I want to show you how to live before that happens," He says with a wink.
"No thank you," I say to the creep.
"Let me show you what you're missing," He says, taking a step forward. I can't move anywhere, since I'm leaning against the freaking wall.
"Marvel, stop," I say, trying to push him away.
"Come on, Clove. I promise you I won't waste your time," He says, running a hand across my waist.
"Marvel, I would hate to kill you before the games." I don't have a weapon on me, and he is a little under a foot taller than me. Could I take him?
His other hand slides up my side and cups my breast.
Suddenly, Marvel's face is replaced with Axe's. I remember the screams as he ripped off my pants, the punches, the slimy hands roaming under my bra. My arms feel like lead. Not again. Not again.
"Why don't we take this somewhere else, babe?" He asks.
I drive my knee into his groin, and try to get away from him. He groans in pain, but recovers quickly, forcing me back against the wall.
"Feisty...That's okay, baby. I like it rough," He says, biting my earlobe.
"MINE."
Marvel is yanked off of me and thrown into the table holding all of the books. His head hits hard, blood dripping from above his eye.
I lock eyes with rescuer. Cato's icy blue eyes pour into mine.
He turns around to deliver a kick to Marvel's side.
"You will not touch her again, or I will remove the hand you used."
I scan the room. The scene went almost unnoticed, except by the blonde bitch Glimmer, who seems very pissed Cato left her company.
Marvel's eyes have transformed from lust to anger.
"She's not your property," Marvel says.
Cato's eyes darken. "Clove belongs to me," Cato says, stepping closer to Marvel. "And if you ever forget that, I will hack away every limb, one by one."
Marvel turns away, walking towards his District partner.
"Training is over," The game maker announces.
Cato grabs my wrist, dragging me into the elevator. We don't speak again until we get into his room.
I turn around to speak to Cato, but he pulls me into his embrace.
"Are you okay?" He asks, into my hair.
"When I looked at Marvel...all I saw was Axe." I say, keeping my composure.
"Clover..do you remember what I told you that night?"
I pull back from his hug, looking at him questionably.
"I said that I would be strong enough for the both of us."
I look away from him, a blush grazing my cheeks. "I just feel demeaned. Degraded. Repulsive. Gross."
"Clover," Cato says, taking ahold of my chin and tilting it so he could meet my eyes. "Damn him for making you feel like that. My gosh, Clove.. You're not repulsive, or gross. You're absolutely superior in every category. You're strong, brave, hypnotizingly gorgeous."
I frown at him. "Even compared that the airhead doll?"
Cato takes my hands into his. "Clove..."
"Cato," I say, cutting him off. "Do you know how much it hurt me seeing her look at you like that, to see her run her fingertips up and down your arms as you spoke?"
"Do how much it hurt me to see how upset you were when she was around me? Do you know how much it killed me to watch you avoid my eyes? Clove, as long as she's happy, the alliance is good. We have to have District One on our side. I would never try to hurt you. She's absolutely nothing."
I sigh, resting my head against his chest.
"You're cute when you're jealous," Cato says chuckling.
I giggle. "I could say the same thing about you."
Cato tenses, securing me against him by wrapping an arm around my waist. "I hated watching him touch you."
"I hated watching her touch you," I answer.
Cato tugs me towards the bathroom. "Let's get rid of their fingerprints, then."
I smile, allowing Cato to pull me.
Cato turns on the water, then turns to me. I take ahold of my hair, and turn my back to him. "Unzip, please."
Cato does as he's told, his fingers lingering on my skin. I return the favor, stripping him of his training outfit. We get rid of our underclothes, stepping under the warm water. Cato grabs the soap, sliding it softly across my stomach and waistline. He moves slowly up to my chest, careful to make the movements as innocent, and pure as possible. His cautious, careful movements make my heart jump. He traces across my collarbone with the suds. He takes some shampoo into his hands, massaging it into my hair. Once I'm clean, I take the soap from him, scrubbing away her touch. I stand on my toes to apply shampoo into his hair.
"There," he says, a small smile appearing on his handsome face. "All better."
I nod.
Cato's eyes appear almost a soft blue. Droplets gleam in his hair. I've never seen him more striking than at this moment.
"Earlier, when you kept referring to me as 'yours'.." I started.
"That's because that's what you are. Mine," He says, nuzzling his head into my neck. He spins us around so the water is hitting my back.
"Under one condition," I say, running my hand down his muscular back.
"And that is, baby?"
"You're mine, too." I say.
"Deal," He whispers huskily.
Cato's Point of View
Her eyes shine as she looks up at me. She's so beautiful, so angelic.
And I know for certain, I have never loved her more than at this moment.
"Say it, love," I say, kissing up the base of her throat.
"Say what?" She moans, pressing her curves against me.
"You know." I kiss across her collarbone, sucking softly on the smooth skin.
"Cato, baby," She says, her hands roaming across my upper abdomen. I glance up at her, seeing her take her bottom lip between her teeth. She takes ahold of my face and forces me to meet her lips. I take control, pressing her against the shower wall. My hand caresses every inch of her, no layers to get between us.
She breaks apart for a second, kissing the hinge of my jaw before staring at me with her beautiful brown eyes. She smiles.
"I'm yours," She says, reconnecting our lips.
Just what I wanted to hear.
That was...I feel like a dirty person, good gosh...
I'm sorry if I made Glim sound like a slut and Marvel like a rapist. It needed to happen for my story line.
Much love,
Clover