Cato's POV:
No! Why did it have to be Clove that was picked! My dad knew this and never told me! I stood there, shocked, staring over everyone's heads. Was I able to kill Clove? No. But was I ready to die? Not just yet. It's not fair, I have two choices, two I don't want to have. I tense up and feel rage roaring in me. Enobaria looked at me and I could tell she had realised that I knew Clove. After a while I come to and realise Clove and I are following my dad down to a room.

"as you two know each other well I don't think you need time to get to know each other do we will do that later, Cato you go and get to know your mentor, Enobaria and Clove you get to know Darion too." I see Darion lead Clove off so I follow Enobaria silently and sit down in the room she leads me too and put my head in my hands.

"so you know her?" Enobaria spoke up "the girl" I lifted my head and glared at her.

"/the girl/ has a name" I hissed and Enobaria smirked

"ok, you know Clove" she laughed a little.

"yes... We are best friends..." I sigh looking down, but then anger comes over me and I snap. I stand up growling and flip over the table and pass the room. Enobaria's eyed widen but then she stands up smirking.

"we have a winner" she says carefully, but it pushes me over the edge. I run to her and pin her against the wall.

"shut up! I don't care what you bloody think! I don't care about your bloody advise!" I scream in her face but before I can continue, four peacekeepers have me on the floor, stomach down. I struggle so it ends up taking seven peacekeepers to hold me still. I keep trying to struggle, seeing Enobaria smirking down at me showing her golden teeth. But slowly... Everything goes dark...

Clove's POV
I sit silently on a chair in the corner, my fingers fiddle nervously around as I try to think of a plan. Cato and I are monsters, that's what we like the most, but now we know that will not be appreciated when one of us is dead on the floor while their blood is on the others weapon. I sighed and then felt an arm casually around my shoulder.

"well, Clove" Darion smirked at me.

"yes?" I raise my eyebrow looking at him, arms folded.

"looks like we'll be together again" he chuckled while looking at me. I rolled my eyes.

"you think you're better than Cato don't you?" I snapped at him.

"I d-" I cut him off before he could continue.

"just because you were chosen before him, but you were chosen to die" I glare at him

"they wanted the girl to win, not you. You won by luck. Cato has waited so he had more personality and could win with ease, making the others look bad" I stood straight up and walked to the window looking out. My feet were shoulder width apart, they were always like this from my training. I folded my arms and glare out of the window at the stone roads, empty as people were at work. I heard a chuckle as Darion took in what I said and he shook his head.

He stood up, the same height as Cato, just a little less brawny but still one of the biggest in two, but has got smaller has he doesn't train as much anymore. He walked over to me and stood behind me, making me feel uncomfortable. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my head. I wanted to push him away but I needed the comfort at this point. As soon as I felt him smirk, I pushed him away so fast he fell onto the floor.

"what the hell Clove?!"

"don't touch me like that again!" I screamed at him and be glared harshly at me before sitting back down.

"you know, when you get out the games, I'll comfort you" this comment earned snigger from me and I sat as far away as possible from him.

"I won't need comfort, especially from you" I folded my arms again. And Darion put a smirk on his face.

"even after you kill your beloved Cato?" I knew he was trying to hit me where it hurt the most but I was strong.

"look, I don't care what you think, I will win and I won't care if I have to kill Cato with my bare hands" this hurt a little to say, but I knew that is what I would be thinking in the games. I heard Darion chuckle and sit next me.

"Clovey Clovey Clovey" he sighed and put his arm around me

"my little killing machine" he smiled and pulled me closer, I decided not to react.

"you will win, I will make sure of it". I turned to face him and smiled in a sickly sweet way.

"Darion, when did you become such a dick?" I asked as if it was a normal question. This shocked him a little and he frowned, staring at me blankly.

"what?... No!" he stands up and frown.

"shut up! You are being stupid! You like me!" I stand up too, smirking. Suddenly before I can say anything I'm shoved into a wall, knocking the wind out of me straight away. I gasped for breath as Darion pinned me tightly to the wall.

"you like me and you know it!" he screamed into my face, his cheeks flushing head with anger. His hands tightened around my shoulders. Pain shot from my shoulders and down my arms causing a wimper to leave my mouth. Darion realised what he was doing and smirked, squeezing tighter. As his fingers dug in between my bones I tried to hold in a scream. A strange yelping sound like a puppy in extreme pain came out of my mouth, causing pleasure to fill Darion's eyes.

"p-please... Stop it!" I screamed in pain. He started digging his nails in causing me to fall weak and to my knees.

"Give in Clovey?" he smirks but I struggle to see as my eyes are misted with tears. I slowly nod, I was the weak one here, Darion may be my only chance of winning. He lets go of my shoulders making me feel five tons lighter. Pain thumped through my shoulders as I slid down against the wall.

"see Clovey? I'm the one you need, get used to it Doll" I closed my eyes tight. As silence fell between us, I let out a little laugh, edged with a painful sound, he still hadn't answered my question. Why was he a Dick?

After a while of just sitting there, avoiding any conversation, Cato's dad walked in and pulled Darion out leaving me sat on the floor alone. I couldn't help but think of the games, the chances were that it would be fun for me. Maybe winning will be great, but I will be stuck with Darion. I sighed and closed my eyes. I life with Darion, the friend that turned into a victor, effected badly by the games and fame, or life... Well no life at all.

Then it came to me, Cato's Dad hates me, Darion wants me, so death means Cato's Dad doesn't need to deal with me, and no one can have me. If I win, Cato's Dad never needs to see me again and Darion gets me, they both win. It was made for this reason, not because of me skill. Everyone wants Cato to win, so I will prove them wrong.

-three days later-

Cloves POV:
I walked into the training centre and warmed up. Since Cato and I were told about volunteering three days ago we haven't talked. Darion has been threatening me left, right and centre about him and I or I die in the games. I guessed Cato realised the same as me, we would kill each other in the games, even if you say we won't now.

I walked to the climbing walk and started climbing it, with no rope, that was the only way to learn. My father was excited about the games and believed I could beat Cato, I knew all Cato's weak spots. I got to the top and looked around. Cato had just entered, he looked up at my and kept eye contact for a while before walking off. I wanted to talk to him, but in effect now we were just stranger that wanted to kill each other and that's the way it had to be. I climbed down and walked to the knives, the reaping was in two days. I was excited and had thought about how to volunteer already.

I picked up a few knives and continued my normal. Thwomp thwomp thwomp, my knives hit the target. Thwomp thwomp thwomp, my mind ran off to the games again. Thwomp thwomp thwomp, what would it be like of I died? Death never scared me and fear won't take over me now. Thwomp thwomp-

"Clove!" I recognised the voice straight away, the voice missed, the voice I craved to hear. Cato. I turned around straight away.

"yes Cato?" I tried to act like I really didn't care and was annoyed he interrupted me.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to say it in advance" I scrunched up my nose.

"who said you would be able to kill me?". he chuckled at my comment.

"Clove, I'm stronger and twice your weight" he folded his arms laughing. I clenched my fists and anger grew in me.

"I'm faster than you! A better surviver! And can kill you from a longer distance!" I almost screamed. He just walked away, and I couldn't help but run home. I didn't care that I needed to train, I just got home before my dad had got him from work and curled up in bed. I didn't understand why it effected me so much but I was crying. I cried all night slowly drifting off to sleep.

Cato's POV:
I didn't want to hurt Clove like that, I just worked out if I tricked her into think I was an arrogant ass like the rest of the people from where I live. Maybe, just maybe it won't hurt as much if it hurts now.