Return of the Tributes
Another Chapter. I finally got rid of my headache! And I'm not as tired. Anyways, This is kinda a emotional chapter. You guys will love it, trust me.
Answers to Reviews:
AThousandLifetimes: It's fine. I hope you like this chapter, lots of Clato!
Turtlezz4eva: Clove will give him a chance eventually, trust me.
Nina: *laughs* Sorry, I'm not much of a romantic but I hope this is good enough.
Bookwormbunny12: Oh foxface (*laughing* I love picking on you), do you even know me? Coffee tastes horrible. I'll try to get some sleep. But no promises.
Thanks! I hope you Clato fans will like it! Anyways Chapter 13 (My favorite number!)!
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 13: Mistakes
Glimmer is so gonna kill me for turning Cato down. But I'm just not sure I can trust him, not after the games. I knew he was not very sane the day Glimmer and Naiad died, he came back laughing about cutting Peeta. That day I knew he wasn't very sane. Then he went insane the day Katniss blew up our supplies, he snapped District 3's neck and screamed about hunting down whoever did this and murdering them. I, no sorry me and Marvel, were finally able to calm him down. But Marvel couldn't handle it and went out to hunt the perpetrator. It took me forever to get him to let me go into the feast, alone. I can barely remember that day, what I do remember is Cato kneeling beside me, tears threatening to spill, begging me to stay with him.
"Clove! Clove, please stay with me! I can't do this without you! We can both still win this thing!" He cries gripping my shoulders.
"Cato, just win this for me. If we both can come out, you should. Give District 2 another victor. I won't be able to make it out of here." I whisper, my voice disappearing into darkness.
"Clove! Don't die on me; you can still make it! Just try to stay with me." He grips my hand trying to bring me back, but it's too late.
"I'm so sorry, Cato. Win for me." I close my eyes and whisper my last words. "I love you, Cato."
I die hearing his screams of protest.
Even to this day, I'm not sure he heard my last words. My last words that admitted my feelings for him. They still ring true today; even though I'm sure no one heard them. I'm still in love Cato. Though I'm not gonna be all mushy about it like Peeta and Katniss are. I hear a knock at my door and call, "Cato, if this is you I swear-" But I'm cut off by Marvel opening my door.
"I'm not Cato, chill Clove." Marvel smirks down at me.
"Oh Thank God." I bury my head in my hands.
"But He is on his on way over." Marvel's smile widens.
"Crud." I race around trying to find a hiding spot.
"Chill, Clove. You look like a highly caffeinated squirrel." He laughs his big booming laugh.
I glare at him. And he lifts his hands up in surrender, "Joking, Clove. Jeez."
"I can't stand him sometimes. I mean sometimes he's like super sweet and others he's insane. And others he's begging me to give him a chance." I sit back down on my bed.
"That reminds me, Glimmer told me to help you see reason. Cato really likes you and he's gonna try really hard to control his temper just to be with you."
"I know that. But he'll have to go through a major change and leave the boy he became in the games behind." I say.
"Clove. The people we became in the games are always with us. I can see the person you became in your eyes and sometimes in training. Same with Cato. That fact will never change."
"But we can always try. Marvel if you ever had another chance, would you do the same things? Or would you try to make a difference, prove that you weren't insane?"
"I'm not sure. But, Clove, remember if you try to change someone, it'll only end up worse. The boy you're trying to change Cato into isn't the boy you fell in love with." He squeezes my hand before walking out of the room.
I stare at the ground and barely notice when Cato knocks at the door, and walks in.
"Clove." I look up seeing him standing there, staring intently at me. "I'm not here to beg you to give me a chance, I promise." I see it in his eyes he's sincere. "I just want to know why."
"I can't trust you." I say immediately.
"That's not it." He says.
I take in a breath. "I learned something in the games. And with… Well you know. People can so easily turn on you. I don't think I can trust anything anyone says anymore."
"What about Marvel, you seem to trust him?"
"He's different." I glare up at Cato. "He doesn't have a major temper and he's always there, you're not. Well, at least the boy I knew."
"Well, I was there when he wasn't, when you died." Cato poorly tries to defend his case.
"That's because he was dead, which was partially your fault. You were driving us crazy with you temper. And you still are." I glare up at him. "I'm pretty sure he was the only one who cares about me here."
Cato can't take it, he jumps forward, towering above me, "I care about you, Clove, we all do. Heck, I love you, Clove! But you can't see that because you're too busy flirting with Marvel! I bet you would give him a chance!" He glares at me. "But I don't care, Clove. You're sick! You should have stayed dead!" He then storms out my room.
I then realize what I did. I just made it seem like I like Marvel, not him. I just gave up my chances with Cato.
I whisper to myself, "No Cato, I love you. If you paid attention for even a second you would have known it. I love you, Cato. I even told you that at my deathbed."
Did you guys like it? Is this enough Clato? I know it's not. But this is all your getting for now anyways.
R&R
Dara