Return of the Tributes
Sorry for the short chapter. It's short but emotional. And plus the next part won't fit in with this chapter. This chapter is based off a line from Katniss in Mockingjay. Hope you like!
Answers to Reviewers:
Amyb11: Thanks! Hope you like!
Bookwormbunny12: You are so Astrid!
Prologue
You may have thought they were dead. Well not anymore. The Capitol leaders of before the rebellion went underground, taking the bodies of the dead tributes with them. Using Capitol technology, they were able to bring the tributes back, only the smartest and strongest were brought back to help regain control of Panem. This isn't the end of the story…
Clove 7: Worse Games to Play
I stand alone in the training room. Everyone else has gone to bed except me. I grab another knife, easily throwing it at the target. I pretend the target is Katniss, or Loverboy. I'm almost out of knives and the target is all torn up. I walk forward and switch out the targets and grab a new batch of knives.
"Clove." I hear a tired voice say. "Get some sleep."
"I can't sleep." I reply throwing another knife, hitting the target dead-on.
"Clove." It's Cato. His hands are on my shoulders, his grip tight. "Get some sleep."
"I can't." I spin on him a knife in my hands, pointed at his throat.
"You wouldn't hurt me, Clove. You never have, never could." He stays in the same place, not shying away.
"Things can change."
"They can. But there are always things that stay the same. Like the fact that you will never hurt me." He says, getting closer. "And that I'll never hurt you."
He reaches for the knife, taking it out of my hands and chucking it at the ground. I lean into his chest, allowing him to comfort me. I'm not sure why I need comfort, but I do. He's muttering comforting words into my ears. Soon I calm down and just relax into Cato's arms.
"Tomorrow, Arrow is having you and me staking-out Katniss" Cato tells me.
I groan. "I hate waiting games." He chuckles. "Well it's true."
He smiles. "Well, just remember, there are worse games to play." He kisses my forehead and walks away.
I know what he means. The Hunger Games took away my true character and turned me into a monster. I get up, thinking over Cato's words and turn to the targets.
"There are worse games to play and I swear I will never play them again." I take the knife off the floor and throw it easily at the target, but I turn away before it strikes and don't look back.
I know people will ask this so, The reason Clove did what she did at the end, was symbolism for turning her back on the games and what she became in the games. So I hope you liked it. I promise the next chapter will be longer. Tell me what you think.
Dara