Chapter Six! This chapter is dedicated to ClovelyLittleReader…
Training, that is all I can think about right now. I crave the feel of the handle at in the palm of my hand and the sounds of blades cutting apart dummies. I can almost taste the metallic tang that comes to my tongue as another blade hits its target.
The smirk on my face might just be too happy right now, but I don't care. All through breakfast Enobaria and Brutus tell us about their training centers and what we should get to know and to keep in mind allies.
My foot is tapping with restlessness as the elevator seems to take unusually long to get to the training center. We're one of the first districts there; apart from district one and what looks like district seven.
Cato and I lounge around, standing next to each other but not really interacting as if we didn't know each other. I really don't mind this though because Cato has a tendency to like to get on my nerves so I'm fine with imagining there is a blade in my hand and a target in front of me.
I scan the training center. Different stations have been set up. They are split into different categories; weaponry, survival skills, and basic skills. Weaponry, if it wasn't obvious, has all the sword, spears, and knife station while survival skills has quizzes and tests to see how much we really know about wildlife and what could kill us or not. Basic skills have things like knot tying and swimming, basic skills that every tribute should know before going into an arena.
I am tapped on the shoulder and I immediately spin around to see the boy from district one looking down at me. Damn all these tall people. I raise my eyebrows at him willing for him to speak, if you don't speak to me I won't speak to you.
"I'm Marvel, district one." He smiles charmingly at me and holding out a hand to shake. I roll my eyes.
"I know" I say spinning back around to look at the training center.
"Well… care to introduce yourself?" He asks.
"You should know your allies." I state not caring to look at him as he comes to stand beside me.
"Oh I do, I just thought…" He trails off and I look at him.
"So.. Marvel. What are you good at?" I ask him, facing towards him with my arms crossed and eyebrow raised.
"Well, I'm probably the best spear thrower you'll ever know." He smirks at me.
"Really?" I raise an eyebrow and cock my head to the side. He nods. "Well, is that it?" I ask smirking back at him, this may be called a crazy career flirting. C.C.F. for short.
"Oh, no. I also specialize in a few more things to" He says, daring to take a step forwards.
"That's nice." I say leaning forwards, but then I step back. "But I like to know everything." I smirk as he glares at me, not doing well to hide the smile tugging at his lips.
"Everyone, please come."
"Allies?" He asks quickly and I nod in a short response and start to walk over to wear a lady is on a platform calling us over.
She pretty much gives us the same speech our mentors gave us. I take this time to smirk at everyone in the room, making sure I intimidate. Only one person holds that stare for more than a second and is Katniss.
Bitch on Fire is our new nickname for her, our actually just being Cato's.
The women steps off the pedestal and I take that as my cue to go to the weaponry area. I pass by the spears, swords, bows, and arrows; these are the most commonly used weapons. Bow and arrow I have mostly mastered but I still don't like them like my knives. Swords are heavy and weigh me down; I can throw a spear far. Nothing gives me the adrenaline like a knife though.
My finger tips brush across the blades when someone's hand clenches around shoulder. Instinctively I pick up a knife and spin around to face my attacker, half expecting it to be Cato.
The first thing I register is Cato in the background, his eyes gleaming at the site of the sword in his hands as Glimmer falls over him, but he barely notices her to entranced by the gleam of the metal. Second thing she registers is Marvel, whose hand was on her shoulder, he tore it away as soon as she picked up that knife.
"Need help with that girly? You know what they say… learn from a expert." Marvel smirks like the strangely comedic pervert he is.
I tilt my head slightly, smirking. "Really?" I ask, pretending to be astonished that he is a 'knife expert.' My finger lightly grazes the edge of the blade and in a flash of a moment I throw it behind my back aiming for the middle dummy. I had already remembered the range. "I think I'm good." My smirk grows wider as he looks partially shocked partially terrified.
I walk away from the gaping boy from district one and retrieve my knife from the dummy, it landed exactly on target. I couldn't throw behind my back too far and still have great accuracy so I decided on only the ten meter one, just to make sure I hit make target and prove my point.
I put the knife back down with its brothers and sisters and look at the array of assorted knives and daggers in front of me. The smile tugging at the end of my lips is almost unbearable but I force it into a crazed kind of smirk. I pick up different knives at a time, feeling the handle in my hand and weighing them.
I take three in each hand and begin my training.
Training was amazing. I had spent most of my time on knives but went over to a few other weaponry skills and even some stations in the survival skill category. On all of the tests I had received a 90% or higher, Cato liked to tease me about this saying I shouldn't waste good time on stupid things like that but I knew once he was in the arena and if something happened that he wouldn't know shit and would need to ask for me for help, which he hates which I love.
Now though was lunch, and I was forced to listen to a assortment of giggles, squeals, and what were supposed to be whispers.
Honestly, I couldn't give a fuck who Cato flirted with or not. He often flirted with the girls at the academy, even after the episode at the hollow, it changed nothing. I never care, but the girls in district two never squealed so high are laugh so obnoxiously.
I picked at my food, looking at my plate in disgust. All I wanted was to go back to training. I could feel a pair of hazel eyes on me but I refused to look up.
Finally, I gave in and looked up. It was intended just to be a glance but the sight of Marvel and his smug expression made me sick, and I just needed to slap- or carve- it off his face.
"What?" I spat at him lowly, holding my icy glare with the smug smirk on his face.
"You and Cato? Really?" He asked, more of stated, quietly. I slightly choked on the piece of food I was eating, many emotions came to mind at the thought, I didn't know whether to laugh at him or pour my soup on him and punch him squarely in the jaw for just whispering that.
"God, you're disgusting." I reply to him, starting to eat again so my mouth is full and he gets I'm not in the mood for a conversation.
"Guess not" He says, sighing. I raise an eyebrow but he pretends not to notice.
The rest of the day goes on with training like the morning, just this time I am more aware of my district partners intentions with the little blonde bimbo.
Why do I suddenly have a burning hatred for her? Only time will tell…