Another World For Beautiful

by thecautionarytale

Cato and Clove have been together for a year, quite an accomplishment for a Career. Especially a District 2 Career. Emotion was one thing they weren't supposed to feel, and love was the biggest obstacle of all. So when they are thrown into the games, their love will be put to the test, and they find that they can't always save each other. Lemons and language

14. War

So I had homeocoming this weekend so I couldn't really write. Im on my iPthere's if there's any weird words blame autocorrect. And I'm sorry if it seems shorter, I didn't have Microsoft word ttowel me how many owes it was :P

Chapter 14

War

I heard the scream from a mile away. The scream of an adolescent. He scream of a teenage boy. My heart literally stopped and I jerked awake. That's when I noticed, Cato wasn't next to me. I looked around frantically but all There was was the pitch blackness and cool dew of the early dawn.

We had stopped by a stream that night, it had gotten late and everyone was tired. We had all fallen asleep at the same time and Cato was on first watch.

I almost screamed his name, but I stopped myself. There was no need to attract more enemies than we probably already had amongst the alliance. It was at this time that I truly felt lane. Cato was gone, it was cold and dark, and everyone was asleep. I didn't want to wake them up, for fear they would get angry, but I felt alone. I was the only one awake. Or so I thought. Until I heard a rustle.

"Daddy, no!" I screamed. But it was too late. He shut the door and locked it tight. I felt helpless and vulnerable in that cold dark cellar. But it was here that I finally realized I would need to learn to help myself. I changed my frame of mind in that cellar. I changed it to be impenetrable. I trained myself not to get hurt. And I started by figuring out how to get out of the cellar.

I had been in the cellar before, with my mother, so I knew where a couple things were and I could probably find them without light. I shuffled around, sliding my hand across the table that I knew sat in the middle of the cellar. Something sharp hit my hand and I knew I had found what I was looking for. But at a cost.

The blood was already streaming from my wrist where the blade had hit it, but I did my best to ignore the pain. I ripped a cloth from my shirt, tied it around my wrist and continued to pick up the knife. I felt my way back to he door and searched for the handle. When I finally found it, I looked for the screws. I found the first one and used the knife to loosen them. Finally, when they were all lose, I gave to handle a mighty yank and I came free. I then continued to kick down the door until the warmth and light of the house met me once again. And there stood my dad, scoffing.

"Who's there" I asked, trying not to let my voice get too high. The rustling continued. I reached for one of my knives, careful not to cut myself, and stood up. Then I saw a dark, round head poke out of the brush. I was the tall burly man from 11. The one I had dreamt chasing me. I saw a slightly insane s,irk appear on his face as he finally stepped all the way out of the brush.

What if he had killed Cato? What if I was next? I tried to ignore the questions that kept asking for my attention and focused on the most dangerous matter at hand. Him.

He was about to lunge forward until There was another scream. It was more distinct this time. I could tell it was a small boy, probably 11 or so. It wasn't Cato and I gave a sigh of relief. As the screaming got closer, some of my alliance members began to wake up and the big boy from 11 jogged off.

When the screaming I ally reached us I saw that It was the boy from 3. And gripping him by the neck was Cato. "Dammit will you just stop screaming!" He threw the boy at my feet.

"What do you want me to do with this?" I asked.

"This kid. He says he can take the mines from the plates. Dig them up and put them around our supplies. He says he can protect our supplies" Cato nudged the boy with his foot. "Right?"

"Y-y-yes" the boy stammered. I smirked. It was brilliant!

"Guess hat means we have to head back soon" I said.

"Let's go" Glimmer replied, standing up and beginning to collect the supplies we had brought. We made our way back to the cornucopia. Cato, all the while, holding the boy by his collar. Shelby just kept glaring at me as though to bore holes in my head. I did my best to ignore her.

By then it was almost light. The sun was peaking just above the trees. That's when the fire started to hit. I was in the back of the group and they had just made it past the tree line. I, on the other hand, was still in the woods when the fire sprang. I heard a loud crack, a pop, and a thud. Next ting I knew I was pinned to the ground by a fallen tree, unable to see anything, and everything around me was on fire. Every breath I took felt like a war, waging between smoke and oxygen. You know that saying "their life lashed before their eyes"? Well it happened to me.

I saw my mom, my mothers death, my father abuse, the day I met Cato, the first date, the car wreck, being locked in the cellar, Cato leaving and my fathers abuse worse than ever. Then I saw the present. I saw us at the reaping, on the train, in the training center, my suicide attempt, and he games.

Then I saw things I had never seen before. Things like Cato and it's wedding, me walking down the streets of District two with two children following quickly at my heels. I saw myself growing old, saw Cato growing old beside me. Saw my children growing old, saw my grandchildren getting bigger. Saw myself after Cato passed. Saw the day that I, myself left the world. The images faded in one big smoke cloud.

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