Cato
I stood; arms scrunched together back leaning against the wall as Clove was taken in the man's arms. Brutus's arms. Brutus was a past victor, and obviously he was a mentor for Clove and I this year. A woman, Enobaria sat fidgeting with a knife at the dining table set off in the other room. This was all new to me; being around incredible smart, sly and courageous victors while sitting in a luxury train car which was probably worth all of District Two. But suddenly, my voice broke in, "So how do we win?"
Clove pulled away from Brutus, her hands clenched in her regular fists that she swung around, viciously which was able to knock people out with one hit.
"Well, it depends…are you ready?" Enobaria turned around letting her frail boots the color of silver fall to the ground.
"What, do you think I am not?" I slashed back; my words biting at her which made the room's air grow tense.
"Oh, he's ready," the sound came from the back of the room. Clove picked up a blade and threw it past my head straight to Enobaria. She reached out to grab it, but slightly missed it which made the blade fall and cut her upper thigh. "Looks like you're not."
"Shut up, bitch." She growled her impatient hands reached down to touch the scar that began bleeding at a rapid speed.
"Don't call me that!" Clove shrieked grabbing at least a dozen knives in her hands as she violently dashed at Enobaria. I knew that this bitch of a mentor had gone too far, Clove wouldn't let anyone come at her like that without revenge, well of course everyone except me. It was if I knew what Clove's exact next moves were, and they didn't sound pretty; I think there's a rule about murdering your mentor before the games…and after so I stepped in her way as she spun head first through the air into my arms.
"Clove, calm down now." I growled under my breath. Her breaths came in and out loudly as she tried to stop herself. "Breathe, Clove," and she did eventually dropping the knives, and falling into my arms. Clove was rarely ever defeated, and when she was, she didn't want to show her face. So she dropped to the ground, closing her eyes and I slowly bent down to sweep her into my arms.
Without another word I left the room, Clove's hands grasped onto my shirt as tight as she could, still trying to rest her emotions, while I carried her down the hallway until a peacekeeper showed me to my room. The door automatically opened, then closed behind me as Clove still rested in my arms like a little child, having nightmares.
The bed sat in the middle of the room, but I knew Clove wouldn't like that. Ever since Lust died, she liked to sleep near a window, so she could know she was always free, and able to escape. I laid her gently on the ground, then pushed the bed to the window, and set her up on the burgundy sheets of velvet.
Clove's eyes were still shut and wrinkles appeared indicating how tight she kept her eyes closed, it almost looked painful. I crossed over to the bed and rested next to Clove while the train rushed by, going so fast you couldn't get a good look of outside.
Finally, Clove fluttered opened her eyes and sat up. "Bitch."
"I know, but she would be dead by now if you had gotten her hands on her," I sat up too taking her hands in mine.
"I wish she was," Clove's beautiful smile appeared and she leaned into kiss me. Her lips brushed against mine and we sat there for a while as our lips met. Her fingers were still laced into mine as a warm feeling took over my chest; it was a stirring inside of me, like flames and I loved it.
Clove
I feel someone touch my shoulder, in an instant I turn taking the gesture by surprise. Stumbling back a few steps I see Lust, my sister, yet her whole body is drenched in blood, her hair matted, and sorrow in her bloodshot eyes. Sand blows through me, and there is not a drop of water to be seen. I reach over, taking her in my arms screaming at her to tell me where she had been, what had happened to her. "Run." I watch her hand hold my shoulder, as she appears as calm as can be, her movements controlled by a robot.
That's when I see it, Cato and I running, full speed showing no mercy at all, crazed animals ready to attack. Only for a second, I catch a glimpse of Lust just as the knife enters her body and her figure falls to the floor. No second later, the blood from her pale white skin rises into the air, magically. I hold a glass, which Lust's rusty blood splashes into, just as I take it up to my mouth, and finish it in a gulp. My lips are stained with my sister's blood and a sharp hiss runs from my mouth, "We weren't done with you." A smirk appears on my face just as his sword cuts through my body.
I awake from the darkness as I find myself in Cato's room; fists clenched so hard blood covers my hands from the cuts my nails left. My breath is fast, so fast that it's making it harder to breathe, rolling out my legs, I see Cato fast asleep next to me, eyes peacefully closed, not a thought in the world. For only a second I stare down at his innocent face, the face which claims the young boy who I met when we were so young. I leap out of bed, exiting his room as I make my way through the dark halls. Of course the lights are on, but the darkness of the night has claimed most of the train, making it harder for me to find something to eat. Instead, I spot a TV room, with a man inside; an avox. I take a seat on the couch and turn on the TV demanding the avox bring me all the best food.
My eyes are stuck on the screen as I shove my mouth with food; a recap of the reaping plays. Most of the tributes are shaken and scared, so why even call them tributes, they're dead to me. By the time I'm at District 11, a small girl takes to the stage, innocent and horrified yet she remains strong but I brush away those feelings and force myself to think different, I mean they're my competitors, they're trying to kill me. So instead, I say to myself, "She'll be an easy kill."