Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story, or an ideas that that come from the hunger games. Those belong to Susan Collins.
Her words reverberate through my head. The first to die? What on Earth does she mean?
"Katniss," I call out, only to be greeted with the most unusual sight. Within the five-second period of Katniss telling me, my horrible fate – which I haven't succumbed to listening to – and the three-second period of me freaking out, Katniss seems to have disappeared into thin air.
"Perfect, just perfect," I mumble, pulling out my room key. Taking the key, I jam it into the lock, angrily twisting it back and forth until I hear a 'click.'
"Excuse me, but you can't go in there," a vaguely familiar voice, stops me from what I'm doing. But only for a second, before I regain my thoughts. "Well, excuse me! That is my room, and if you don't mind-" I turn around just to see the person who interrupted me, and cut myself off.
He puts his hands up in a 'don't shoot' motion, but a smirk makes its way onto his face. Almost instantly, the smirk is wiped away and replaced with seriousness, and a tinge of something else. Fear maybe? Hate? 'No, probably fear,' I tell myself.
"You really can't go in there," he says, more gentle this time. Ignoring him, I push the door open, and step into my room. "Okay, I guess we'll do this the hard way," the man says.
As I step into my room, the man walks in just behind me, closing the door quickly. He locks the door, just as I spin around.
"What the hell!" I shout quietly. The man ignores me, but poses another question himself. "What did she tell you?" he demands equally as quiet. I give him a blank look.
"Katniss, what did she tell you?" he demands again, this time not as harsh as before.
I tell him how she told me I was the first to die.
As soon as I speak, the man's eyes soften. Quickly though, they harden again, with a look of determination. "You can trust me, Katniss and Johanna. Tonight, meet the three of us in room thirty-five. Knock twice, then three times, then twice again. Bring all your bags," he speaks quickly and quietly, as if someone is about to burst in at any second.
As soon as the man finishes speaking, a jumble of questions ring through my head. What is going on? Why can I only trust three people? Am I going to die?
He walks over to the door, opening it slightly, and then looking out. Stepping out quickly, he resumes his place beside a refreshments cart.
"Oh and one more thing," the man says. I look up, my thoughts clearing momentarily. "Be careful Clove," he says, moving down the hallway swiftly.
A/N: Thank you for all of the reviews for chapters one and two! I really appreciate the actions that the people who reviewed for me took, because it keeps me motivated. Hope you enjoyed chapter 3!
Does anyone else think that the song Glory and Gore by Lorde is the perfect song for Cato and Clove in the hunger games?
