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Clove looks at me uncertain and I nod so she opens the door. Inside stands a lady about forty her hair slightly grey from stress.
"Ah you must be Cato and Clove I'm President Coin and you will be my rebels." she says certain. We just nod too afraid to speak.
"You will be my spark and you will be my flame and together we will bring the Capital down" she says. She would make a good motivational speaker so I'm not sure why she needs us, she could convince the districts one by one no need to break the Capital from the inside. But none the less we do not question her for she might send us home. We are not ready to go home. "You may go train now but tomorrow you WILL follow the schedule that WILL be tattooed on your arm understand?" we nod. "Are you avoxs?" she questions suspicious. We shake our heads. "Then SPEAK child" she nearly screams.
"I just want to live" clove whispers.
"What are you talking about child?" Coin asks. Clove stays silent so I answer.
"I was sentenced to death so instead Clove killed 3 peacekeepers now we are both wanted." I conclude Coin smiles.
"Ahhhhhh so you two are a rebellion in itself, perfect!" she says excitedly. "Only district 2's I've ever met that weren't the capitals lap dogs other than myself of course" she smiles my jaw drops.
"You're from district 2?" we scoff.
"Yes" She replies. Clove leans over and whispers in my ear.
"She looks like someone...someone we know" I think about this and then it clicks. She looks like Enobaria.
Two months have passed since we arrived in district 13. Clove and I have been working exceptionally hard and it's almost time to return to district 2. I feel someone tap my shoulder. Although I can't see them I know by the dainty yet strong hand that tapped me that it's Clove.
"Yes my lovely?" I ask making her blush and giggle.
"I was just wondering if you're ready considering we go home tomorrow" she responded quietly her nerves getting the better of her.
"We'll be ok" I told her calmly.
"Oh I know" Clove responds her confidence returning to her voice. "It's just ...I don't know, I don't want to go to the arena kill the kids to stay alive until district 13 can get us out of it?" she shakes her head. "Not my ideal way of bringing down the Capital" she shudders and I can't help but smirk.
"Yes I'm sure you'd much rather just put a knife through President Snow's head." I say with a laugh Clove smirks confirming what I have said. Then she stands on her tippy toes and I lean down so her lips are brushing against my ear as she whispers.
"I wouldn't mind putting one through Presidents Coins head either. I'm not sure how much better Panem will be with her as a president seems a little crazy to me" I chuckle slightly. "I'm serious." Clove whispers. "Outta lock her up in a looney bin" she says and I smirk turning to look at her.
"You mean like many have claimed we should do with you?" I ask. Clove scowls
"No" she hisses her joking mood gone and with that she flips her hair and storms out of the room. Shit angry clove = bad
I searched around most of the day looking for Clove, never finding her ...not even a glimps of her beautiful hair or the sound of her amazing laugh. But then I thought of it in a different way. If I was Clove where would I go? And then it hit me. Clove always used to hide in the smallest alcoves she could find back home, simply because she was so small no one could ever get her out. And where would that alcove be in district 13? The hollowed out willow in the forest. I sprint all the way back above ground and out into the forest. As I near the tree I hear slight scratching sounds. The sound of a knife being dragged down the side of a tree, and I know I've found her.
"Clove please come out I'm sorry" I hear her sniffle.
"They locked me in there as a kid" she whispers. This confuses me as it is completely out of context.
"What?" there's a pause and I don't think she'll speak again, but then she does.
"When I was 4 I was as obsessed with knifes as I am today, I was also very antisocial. So when a boy in my kindergarten class was found dead they assumed it was me. They locked me away for 4 years Cato. For 4 years I was locked inside a cell , for 4 years I had to wear a straight jacket and see no one do you know how hard that is on a 4 year old?!" her story makes my gut twist . How dare they do that to her! But her story also makes me feel like a total ass for bringing up the fact that people think she should be in an asylum.
"I'm sorry, they never should have done that to you Clove" she sniffles again and I step closer to the tree and wrap my arms around it.
"Clove would you please come out? Hugging this tree isn't nearly as fun as hugging you." my efforts are rewarded with a giggle and Clove jumps out of the tree and into my arms. We stand there like that for a while and then Clove whispers.
"I don't wanna go home Cato, I want to freeze this moment and live in it forever instead." I sigh
"I wish we could Clove, I wish we could, but they need us to take down the capital first."
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