(a/n Clove, one of the best girl characters (other than Katniss and Foxface of course) in the Hunger Games. This one was one of my favorites to write (other than the bloodbaths) I noticed that both District 2 people had (in my opinion) have more detail (other than Cinnamon's). Well, Thresh is next! Enjoy!)
Clove, District 2
"Where's your boyfriend, District Twelve? Still hanging on?" Clove asked, a small smirk forming on her lips. She had fire girl in her clutches and wasn't about to let this moment slip through her fingers. Katniss glares at Clove. "He's out there now. Hunting Cato," She comments. Than screams at the top of her lungs. "Peeta!" Clove jams her fist into Katniss's wind pipe, very efficiently cutting of her voice. Clove looks over her right shoulder than her left looking for any sign of Lover Boy in the forest. She sees no one, figuring his dying. Clove turns toward Katniss and smirks down at Katniss. "Liar," She says, her smirk growing bigger. "He's nearly dead. Cato knows where he cut him. You've probably got him strapped up in some tree while you try to keep his heart going. What's in the pretty little backpack? That medicine for Lover Boy? Too bad he'll never get it." Clove opens her jacket, looking through her assortment of knifes, trying to find the perfect blade to kill fire girl with. Clove carefully grabs an almost dainty looking blade, with a cruel, curved blade. "I promised Cato if he let me have you, I'd give the audience a good show." Clove again smirked down at Katniss. Katniss struggles under her, trying to move the heavy Career at least so she can push her off. Clove forces her Katniss down a little more. "Forget it, District Twelve. We're going to kill you. Just like we did your pathetic little ally . . . what was her name? The one who hopped around in the trees? Rue? Well, first Rue, than you, and then I think we'll just let nature take care of Lover Boy. How does that sound? Now, where to start?" Clove wipes away the blood flowing from the cut Clove's knife gave her and turns Katniss' head side to side, to see where she's going to start cutting into her flesh. Katniss attempts to bite her, but Clove grabs the top of her head, forcing her down. "I think . . ." Clove almost purrs. "I think we'll start with your mouth." Clove runs her knife along Katniss' lips, almost teasingly. "Yes, I don't think you'll have much use for your lips anymore. Want to blow Lover Boy one last kiss?" Katniss spits a wad of salvia and blood onto Clove's face. Clove's face becomes flushed with rage. "All right then. Let's get started." Clove's knife just knick Katniss' lip a little, before a force grabs Clove off of Katniss. Katniss pushes herself up on her elbows to see Clove hanging in Thresh's arms, like a rag doll. Thresh then flips Clove around before throwing her onto the ground. "What'd you do to that little girl? You kill her?" Clove is for the first time since the Games started, truly scared for her life. Clove starts to scatter backwards on all fours, she's too shocked to even call Cato's name. "No! No, it wasn't me!" "You said her name. I heard you. You kill her?" For some reason, Clove can't place; Thresh's face shows a new wave of anger. "You cut her up like you were going to cut up this girl here?" "No! No, I -" Clove then notices the stone in Thresh's hand. It looks about the size of a loaf of bread, and she loses it. "Cato!" She screeches. "Cato!" "Clove!" He's too far away, there's no way he'll get to me in time. Before Clove has time to react, Thresh brings the stone down onto Clove's temple, creating a huge dent. Clove lies down on the ground, moaning, trying her hardest to breathe. Her vision starts to become incredibly blurry, she blinks but it keeps happening. She moans again, the pain becoming unbearable. She just barely make out what Thresh is saying to Katniss and what Katniss is saying, trying to save her own life. Clove moans again. "Clove!" Cato screams out, closer to his District partner now. He kneels down next to her and grabs her hand, begging her to stay with him. But, Cato's smart. He knows no matter how much he begs Clove is a goner. She's not going to make it. Clove looks up at Cato, as she sees his eyes flicker to where Thresh ran off to. Hatred is the only emotion in Cato's eyes at that moment. Cato squeezed Clove's hand, whispering, "Don't worry, Clove. Your death will not go unavenged." Clove sees Cato look at her and feels his lips on her cheek, while everything just starts to slip away.