Katniss and Clove

by secretkeeper0024

Clove is a trained killer on the eve of the battle. Katniss is just trying to survive. What do these girls have in common that will change their destinies? Complete.

2. Chapter 2

Katniss and Clove: Chapter Two

I am small framed and short, nothing I can do about that. But for everything I can control, I do. I am proficient at all aspects of physical fitness; muscular strength and endurance, speed, agility and flexibility, and coordination and reaction time. I also meditate.

To say I am proficient in hand to hand and weapons is amusing, I'm not arrogant, despite popular sentiment. I've been training my whole life, expertise is expected, to perform at a lower level or suggest that I did would be a shameful waste. More than other skills, I am an expert knife thrower, it's what I am known for, within and beyond my District, District 2.

But I am proficient, shall we say, in direct physical offense and defense - what I lack in height and reach I more than make up for in strategy, unpredictability and surprisingly (to others, that is) wrestling. Close weapons; hunting knives, axe, swords and mace and ranged weapons; bow and arrow, crossbow, spear and sling shot.

But knives are my thing. I love them. Truth be told, I can become quite aroused thinking about them. Cold, sharp and deadly. Oh, I am not a cutter or anything like that. It's just the power they extend to me, like after a vial of cocaine - I feel six feet tall and bulletproof. That doesn't make me want to smash things though, it makes me want to silently slide up alongside and lick some unsuspecting girls pussy until she pulls my hair and screams my name.

I have a collection of knife vests, I know all and each intimately. I know every pocket and each blade in relation to its neighbour. I can access every blade from every pocket with my eyes closed and keep count, knowing precisely how many remaining blades, of every type and size, every throwing star and axe.