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As the girl grew up she became the most dangerous girl district 2 had ever seen. And as she got older her talent with knifes got better. By age three she could hit the target with her eyes closed. By age four she could throw backwards and still hit the bulls eye every time. By age five she could throw six knifes at the same time having each of them hit a different target in the heart. And by age six she could throw a knife 20 feet and still hit the target every time. Now the girl has a wicked talent but that wasn't the only reason why she's dangerous, she also has no concept of right from wrong, has a temper, she feels no remorse EVER and she has a kill list to prove it. She's 14 now. They named her clove.

Training academy

"Clove when are you going to let the rest of us have a turn at the knife station?"

It was a simple question but it made Clove angry. She whipped around to face the girl who asked giving her an icy glare that made the girl back up a little.

"Never" Clove stated simply,

"That's not fair." the girl started but her sentence was cut off as clove pounced on her grabbing her by the neck.

"Maybe if you weren't such a worthless waste of space you could actually put up a fight and beat me for my station, but unless you can take it from me this is MY station and it will STAY that way! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?" clove spat tightening her grip on the girls neck. The girl began to have black spots dot her vision as she struggled to breath. She couldn't speak to answer clove so she nodded weakly. Clove threw her aside.

"Anyone else have a problem if I stay at this station all day?" she asked darkly smirking as she glared at each and every person in the room including the trainers and they cowered. All accept one blonde boy in the back who just smirked but still looked impressed. He didn't challenge her though so after giving him a lengthy glare she looked away.

"That's what I thought" she smirked and turned back, throwing six knifes at a time.

Now who is this blonde boy you may ask? That's Cato Jet but everyone knows him as brutal bloody Cato. The strongest, most brutal, most talented boy in the training academy he was huge and he feared nobody he could dismember a dummy without really trying. Everyone in the training academy feared him. All except for Clove, but she didn't fear anyone. Cato felt she should fear him though. He was 16 at the time and he was determined to one day challenge the unchallengeable, supposedly deadly clove.

The training day came to an end. The trainers declared that everyone pack up and go home. But as Cato soon noticed Clove ignored them and continued throwing knife after knife at the dummies. As Cato watched a foolish girl tried to be helpful and start to clean up the knives, the second the girl laid a hand on one of the knives, a knife flew a crossed the room and into the girls arm.

"Don't you ever put your grimy hands on my knives EVER again" came a hiss. Clove stalked her way over eyeing the girl like she was prey.

"Next time I won't be so forgiving." Clove said then pulled the knife from the girls arm harshly.

"Now get out of my sight" the girl nodded tears in her eyes and scurried away.

"Pathetic" Cato heard Clove mumble as she went back to throwing the knives. Soon one of the trainers came storming out of the staff room.

"HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO INJURE MY TRAINIES!" he yelled.

Clove simply shrugged. "Exactly 288 times" she said bored as she went back to throwing her knives ignoring his presence.

"AND WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO LEARN TO LISTEN! THAT'S THE 3RD ONE THIS WEEK!" he screamed closing in on Clove who didn't react at all. Once again she shrugged.

"She touched my knives "Clove said coldly.

"I DON'T CARE!" the trainer screamed.

"I DO!" clove starting to lose her temper.

"I TOLD YOU IF THEY SO MUCH AS LOOK AT ME FUNNY I'D TAKE THEM OUT! YOU'RE LUCKY THAT ALL I DID WAS STICK A KNIFE IN HER ARM! SO GET OUT OF MY WAY OR YOUR NEXT!"

The trainer rolled his eyes obviously having dealt with Clove numerous times. Cato on the other hand was still pretending to be polishing his sword so he could see how this played out.

"Get over yourself Clove" the trainer huffed. "Now clean up and go back to your dorm" He said tiredly.

"No" clove said picking up another knife and getting ready to throw but the trainer stepped in front of the dummy.

'Bad move' Cato thought to himself as he watched Clove smirk.

"Excuse me?" said the trainer in disbelief.

"I said no, now please move or I will be forced to use you as the dummy seeing as you are blocking mine."

He just stood there obviously thinking she was bluffing. But if what Cato had heard about her was true, then she wasn't bluffing. Not one bit.

"Go home now Miss Greenleaf" the trainer spat obviously sick of dealing with the temperamental teen.

"As I said before NO, now you have till the count of three then I am throwing this knife. Whether it is at you or at the dummy is you choice." She stated lifting her knife into throwing position again.

"1" she said the trainer didn't even blink.

"2" the trainer braced himself

"You wouldn't dare" he snarled.

She simply smirked. "You know my record, you know what I've done, and you know what I'm capable of." She shrugged "so tell me, Am I bluffing?" the trainer shuddered but stood his ground

"I will give you one more chance, Miss Greenleaf pack up and GO HOME!" the trainer said trying to hide his fear.

"Wrong answer "Clove said. Cato faintly heard her mumble "3" then the knife was flying. Clove had the fastest throw in the district so even the trainer who was trained in dodging knifes didn't get time to duck out of the way before the knife met its mark, directly in his heart. Dead.

"Don't say I didn't warn you" Clove said kicking his lifeless body and retrieving her knife. She wiped the blood on her sleeve then caressed the knife as if it was a small child. Then she turned and threw it at the target hitting it dead in the heart. She threw a few mores times. Cato finally put his sword away and left to go to his dorm. They were right, the rumors and everything. Clove is deadly. But for some odd reason that just drew him to her. He wanted to prove she wasn't invincible. He was invincible, not her. And he swore one day he'd prove it.

there you go we have met Cato now!

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