Born to Kill, Not to Love

by Nacho the Greato

Is Clove really the vicious and unforgiving tribute she appears to be, or is she just misunderstood? This is the Hunger Games from Clove's perspective. R&R please, I love constructive criticism. And if you have any better ideas on the title, that would be great. I promise it's a lot better than the image I chose for it :

2. Reality is Finally Better

I know, I do very short chapters. Once I am done I will lengthen them.

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He didn't respond. He just looked at me with his milky brown eyes.

"That could have been us you know—the star crossed lovers from District 2," he said, reading my mind.

"It should've been us," I confirmed.

"I guess they'll figure out in the arena, won't they?" He said, gesturing towards our rings.

"I guess they will," I told him.

He kissed me again. It was completely unexpected. The soft, gentle kiss from before was gone. It was a vicious, hungry kiss. It was a Cato kiss. His hand cradled my head.

I pulled back just for a second to say, "I wish life were always like this. I wish we could stay here forever."

"You always want what you can't have," he tells me. I look at him with confusion. "You want to stay here, but we must go into the Games tomorrow. You want me, but we must fight to the death tomorrow," he says.

"Maybe that's why I want it. Because I can't have it. Isn't there something adventurous about forbidden love?" I ask him.

And he started again. He cradled my head in one of his hands while the other rested on the small of my back. We were past gentle kisses. Those were for 12's star crossed lovers. Here in 2, our kisses are vicious, just like our tributes.

It did start soft, but then it turned hungry. It was he was living off of this kiss. It was as if my kisses were what he lived for. Back in District 2, they were. Just being "Cato" was never enough for his parents. They wanted him to be better and stronger than the other Careers. That was how we met—training. We were partners.

I remember our first kiss. I was 13 and he was 15. We were the best of friends, but it was turning into something more or at least, I hoped. It was on the way home from dinner. He was walking me to my house when he, just out of the blue, kissed me. I was surprised by this. I was two years younger than him and he was one of the most popular and strongest boys in our area of 2. It was every girls dream to kiss the popular and beautiful Cato, but it was my reality. They say that you know you're in love when you can't sleep because your reality is finally better than your dreams. If this is true then I was and still am in love with Cato.