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She's sleeping with him! She just curled up beside him, put her head on his arm, and fell asleep! How dare she even touch him! How could she possibly be sleeping with him?!
My blood boils and churns in my veins. Despite the chill creeping in with the night, my face and body grow warm and I know I'm going red.
And how could he let her? He has never been interested in girls like her at home. What has changed in him that he will now let her spend the night curled up against his side? What has possessed him to allow this to happen?
For some reason I can't fully explain, I am jealous. If anyone in this pack has the right to be sleeping beside him, it's me. Not some flirty, no-good, senseless girl who is just like the females of the Capitol. She can defend herself a little, but she's a disgrace to the name Tribute. Tributes are supposed to be like Cato or me or even Marvel: big, strong, firm, grounded, ruthless. She can't even use that bow she has clutched in one hand. I have half a mind to snatch it from her and give it to the District 12 girl just so I can have the pleasure of watching little Miss Perfect die.
A sly grin lifts my mouth and I enjoy the mental image for a moment.
As the fire dies, I see the District 12 boy – Peeto or something like that – lying on his side facing the woods, and Marvel – Miss Blonde-Sexy-And-I-Know-It's District 1 mate – snoring as though he's already won the Games and there aren't about 5 tributes calling for his blood. And he'll have at least three more once we have to break up our pack in the end. When I glance back at the pair of new good friends, I catch the light green-blue of Glimmer's eyes.
We stare at each other for a moment in which time freezes and my fingers curl absentmindedly around the hilt of one of my many knives. Then she throws me a devious smile that mocks me and the ten feet that separates me and Cato. She knows she's gotten under my skin. I'm probably smoking I'm so angry.
She snuggles closer to him – my District mate – and gives an exaggerated sigh of content.
Cato shifts. But he must be asleep too because he doesn't open his eyes. Glimmer closes her own eyes and is asleep in a minute, her breathing becoming slow and even.
It is a long time before I am able to cool down enough to even contemplate sleep. But right before I do, I remember something Cato taught me back home in District 2 when I was only about eight-years-old.
Smirking, I spit on the ground in Glimmer's direction and raise my fist. I lift my middle finger and flip her something Cato said the barbarian districts call "the bird." Feeling a little better, I close my eyes and dream of all the possible ways I can mutilate her pretty little face with my faithful knives. I think I'll leave the actual killing to Marvel. He seems to hate her even more than I do.
Happy thoughts. Very happy thoughts to doze off with.
My blood boils and churns in my veins. Despite the chill creeping in with the night, my face and body grow warm and I know I'm going red.
And how could he let her? He has never been interested in girls like her at home. What has changed in him that he will now let her spend the night curled up against his side? What has possessed him to allow this to happen?
For some reason I can't fully explain, I am jealous. If anyone in this pack has the right to be sleeping beside him, it's me. Not some flirty, no-good, senseless girl who is just like the females of the Capitol. She can defend herself a little, but she's a disgrace to the name Tribute. Tributes are supposed to be like Cato or me or even Marvel: big, strong, firm, grounded, ruthless. She can't even use that bow she has clutched in one hand. I have half a mind to snatch it from her and give it to the District 12 girl just so I can have the pleasure of watching little Miss Perfect die.
A sly grin lifts my mouth and I enjoy the mental image for a moment.
As the fire dies, I see the District 12 boy – Peeto or something like that – lying on his side facing the woods, and Marvel – Miss Blonde-Sexy-And-I-Know-It's District 1 mate – snoring as though he's already won the Games and there aren't about 5 tributes calling for his blood. And he'll have at least three more once we have to break up our pack in the end. When I glance back at the pair of new good friends, I catch the light green-blue of Glimmer's eyes.
We stare at each other for a moment in which time freezes and my fingers curl absentmindedly around the hilt of one of my many knives. Then she throws me a devious smile that mocks me and the ten feet that separates me and Cato. She knows she's gotten under my skin. I'm probably smoking I'm so angry.
She snuggles closer to him – my District mate – and gives an exaggerated sigh of content.
Cato shifts. But he must be asleep too because he doesn't open his eyes. Glimmer closes her own eyes and is asleep in a minute, her breathing becoming slow and even.
It is a long time before I am able to cool down enough to even contemplate sleep. But right before I do, I remember something Cato taught me back home in District 2 when I was only about eight-years-old.
Smirking, I spit on the ground in Glimmer's direction and raise my fist. I lift my middle finger and flip her something Cato said the barbarian districts call "the bird." Feeling a little better, I close my eyes and dream of all the possible ways I can mutilate her pretty little face with my faithful knives. I think I'll leave the actual killing to Marvel. He seems to hate her even more than I do.
Happy thoughts. Very happy thoughts to doze off with.
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Just a Memory
I kneeled beside one of the bushes, carefully resetting one of my snares. They were easy to understand - unlike the rest of my life.
Suddenly, I heard a high-pitched scream. I jumped up, and ran towards the sound. I finally found Katniss, sitting on the ground, holding her knee. Her face was twisted in pain, and I could see that she was near tears.
"What did you do, Catnip?" I asked calmly, kneeling beside her.
"It's my knee. I think I twisted it," She muttered, staring at the ground. "Alright. Gale, you go and get some supplies from my mother, because there's no way I'm having her come out here, and then we'll try and fix my knee-"
I cut
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Cato - Dying Thoughts
Dying Thoughts - Cato and Clove
I volunteered for glory,
So I could fight and win
I didn't care about the lives,
Our my committed sin
And now I find myself,
Facing the ultimate price
Losing my life,
And hers to be precise
Maybe I would be satisfied,
If she could win this game
But she faced death as well,
I wonder if it was the same
Did she think of me,
As I am thinking of her
Did she think of those moments,
I wish that had occurred
I wish you were here,
Helping me die
If I said I wasn't scared,
It would be a lie
I wish you could live on,
I wish we had both won
We would go back home,
And run off into the sun
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Mocking: a Clato story
Clove's PoV
That day had all been a blur. The reaping. My name being read out by the woman from the Capitol with the stupid accent. The silence as no one volunteered for me. The name of a boy i don't even know being called out.
My Cato volunteering.
The fierce flames burning in his blue eyes as we shook hands. The flames that vowed to protect me.
Then came the teary goodbyes from my family, my younger sister holding onto me and not saying anything, but she didn't need to say anything. The hug was worth 1000 words.
My friend Ellias, putting his hands on my shoulders and making me promise that i would try my hardest to come hom
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Another Clato piece! I officially ship them as hard as I ship Peeniss... which is A LOT for those of you who don't know. A LOT!!!!
I was so surprised during that one 2 second part in the movie when we see Glimmer sleeping with Cato, and I wondered what Clove would have been feeling. And last night, around midnight, it hit me in the form of this tidbit.
Hope you like it! Leave me a comment to let me know what you think!!
characters (c) Suzanne Collins
P.S. Yes, I purposely spelled Peeta's name wrong. I don't see any of the Careers would have bothered with remembering his name...
Does it need a mature content thing for Clove's wonderful gift to Glimmer?????
I was so surprised during that one 2 second part in the movie when we see Glimmer sleeping with Cato, and I wondered what Clove would have been feeling. And last night, around midnight, it hit me in the form of this tidbit.
Hope you like it! Leave me a comment to let me know what you think!!
characters (c) Suzanne Collins
P.S. Yes, I purposely spelled Peeta's name wrong. I don't see any of the Careers would have bothered with remembering his name...
Does it need a mature content thing for Clove's wonderful gift to Glimmer?????
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In yo face glimmer clove rules!