Yay new chapter this is what happens when it's a snow day lol i spend my time writing any ways i don't own the hunger games yada yada yada enjoy.

Training with a stab wound proved to be harder than expected. Cato's range of motion was limited and the second he moved the pain was almost unbearable. He'd ripped his stiches open 4 times in the past two weeks and the nurse was getting pretty fed up with him. She finally banned him from training for the rest of the week. So Cato sat staring daggers at Clove as she flung knifes at the target perfectly when he knew quite well that her wrist was broken. How could she do that?

"Stupid girl….broke her wrist…shouldn't be able to do that" he mumbled to himself unaware that someone was standing close enough to hear. Well until the girl interrupted his mumblings.

"Who Clove?" the girl asked. Cato turned to face the girl in surprise. He looked her up and down. The girl had blonde hair, blue eye and was average height. He rolled his eyes.

"Ya, I snapped her wrist clean in half 2 weeks ago she shouldn't be able to do that" He stated pointing an accusing finger towards Clove.

"Oh, well that doesn't surprise me. She's used to it." The girl stated in a matter of fact voice.

"Used to it?" Cato questioned genuinely interested.

"You didn't know about her when she was younger?" the girl asked earning a puzzled look from Cato.

"No I knew we had a district prodigy and that's about all I heard about her until her first kill." Cato stated taking glances back at Clove who was, as usual acting as if she was the only one in the centre.

"Oh well when she was younger, maybe 9 years old or so they wanted to make sure she'd still be able to win if she got hurt in the arena. So they started breaking her wrists and making her throw like that. I she ever felt pain she never showed it. I saw them break her wrist once, she didn't even flinch. For a while she wasn't able to hit the dummy in the heart, the strange thing was that's the farthest she ever got from being perfect. The first time they broke her wrist she still hit the dummy in the knee. But anyways that's not the point. They'd break her wrist 4 times a year, she'd practise day and night to get her throws perfect even through the pain I imagine she was feeling because every time she missed the center of the target the date of the next break moved forward a week. After the 2nd or third time she was perfect at throwing with broken wrists but they kept doing it till they were sure she'd never ever mess up. "Cato stared at the girl in shock as she told the story. They had really done that to Clove? It seemed harsh even for district two.

"They did that?" he mumbled. The girl nodded.

"Anyways I have to go my trainer is giving me the evil eye" And with that the girl turned and waked away. He didn't even get her name.

Cato turned his attention back to Clove, but this time his angry glare was gone. If they could snap her wrists without a second thought, what else had this girl been through?

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Later on that night Cato found he couldn't sleep. His mind was racing. He wanted to find out more about Clove. About what it really means to be the district prodigy, what they had put her through. But he didn't know where to start. He only knew bits and pieces of information about her. He knew her name, he knew they broke her wrists and he knew she'd been good with a knife since she was two. That's it, that's all he knew. But he was going to find out more. With that he crawled out of bed, threw on his training clothes and set off to find Clove's dorm.

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After a few trails and errors he finally found the wing or the school that belonged to her. Unfortunately for him it was guarded by a peace keeper. Of course, how could he not of realised they'd protect her while she was vulnerable, while she was asleep. Almost everybody in this school wanted her dead, people in two don't take being out skilled very well. He had to come up with a plan. But Cato was never good with plans he was better at spur of the moment kind of stuff so he did the only thing an idiot of a 16 year old would do, he just walked on up to the peacekeeper and informed him that he was going to see Clove. It wasn't until the peacekeeper pointed his gun at Cato with a look of oh no you're not on his face that Cato realised this may not have been a good idea. But Cato doesn't do regrets so he did something only Cato Jet would do, he punched the peacekeeper in the face. This made the peacekeeper drop his gun but it didn't knock him out like Cato had hoped. Stupid helmet he thought to himself then grabbed the peacekeepers shoulders and after a bit of struggling he managed to position the peacekeeper in the right spot and then, bam, he smacked the peacekeepers head off the wall. Very hard. Hard enough that the peacekeeper went unconscious. Cato smiled to himself then continued his way down to Clove's door. He stood there for a while deciding whether or not to knock or just walk in. He decided he should knock. But when he got no reply he shrugged and pushed the door open. He was surprised she did not lock her door. It seems she felt that having a peacekeeper outside kept her safe enough (which proved to not be true), that or the peacekeeper was the idea of a trainer and Clove had faith in her own abilities. Either way Cato tip toed in and stopped abruptly. He was shocked at what he saw. Clove was asleep, but she didn't look like the Clove he knew from training, no she looked 2 years younger when asleep. She looked peaceful and her face was no longer in a scowl. Her hair wasn't tied up in its usual ponytail, instead it was down and flowing over her green comforter like a water fall. He was immediately hit with how beautiful she was, he had never noticed before maybe because in training she was vicious and you couldn't look at her too long or you'd find a knife in your skull. But right now she looked, almost innocent and vulnerable. Almost. The illusion was ruined when Cato noticed the knife clutched in her hand as she slept. Great the girl sleeps with knifes. He thought bitterly to himself wondering if he woke her up if that knife would be plunged in his heart. So Cato quietly tiptoed to the door and exited the room only enough so he could stick his head in but have the rest of his body shielded by the door. Then he took a deep breath.

"Clove" he said quietly. Nothing

"Clove" he repeated a little louder. Still nothing.

"CLOVE!" he all but shouted. The girl sat up startled but not before the knife was released and flying towards his head. Cato ducked just in time and the knife stuck into the wall. Clove looked around confused before her eyes settled on him.

"What are you doing here!" she spat angrily at him.

"I just wanted to ask you some questions." He stated hoping his voice didn't sound as shaky as he felt. Clove looked at the clock unamused.

"It is 2am" she stated glaring at him. "Get the hell out of my room."

Cato sighed. "Please Clove I just want to know more about you."

"It's 2am" she repeated. She then rolled over so her back was facing him. "Now get out before I make you" she muttered already half asleep.

"But , but, but" Cato stated trying to figure out a way to make her answer his questions but before he could, Clove had reached down the crack of her bed and grabbed another knife she then threw it lazily over her back and into the wall right next to Cato's head only a millimetre away from hitting him. He raised his hands in defeat.

"Ok ok I'm going" he muttered and Clove smiled to herself.

Cato backed out of the room and closed the door quietly, he may not have got the answers he wanted but he had learned one new thing about her, she is defiantly not a morning person.

With that Cato wandered back to his room, he'd try again tomorrow…..at a better hour.

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