Tribute: Knife Thrower

Chapter 3

When I wake up we are pulling into the Capital. I quickly get out of bed and put on clothes that someone must have laid out for me. Then rush out into the dining room and to the windows. There are thousands of people outside, and all of them are here for me. I wave at them and force a smile onto my face, I hear them cheering. At first I can't make out what they are saying, then I realize that they are chanting my name!

When the train stops I am rushed off of it and into a building, right behind President Snow's mansion, where the tributes are to stay and train.

When I step through the doors I look around, for all of about three seconds, before my prep team is swarming around me and rushing me to where I am to be "fixed".

After about two hours of poking and prodding they are done. I step out of the chair and go to look in the mirror.

They have somehow removed all the scars which I got from training, and all the calluses I got from throwing knives. They have also trimmed my hair into decent shape, which it hadn't been in before seeing as I cut it with knives, and have placed it in a ponytail with three little spheres.

"Thank you." I say, still not believing how beautiful I look.

"Our pleasure sweetheart." says one of my preppers.

"Are you ready to meet your stylist?" asks another.

"Ready as I'll ever be." I say.

The door opens and a man walks through. He is probably about fifty, but you can tell he has had a lot of surgery to try to make him look more like twenty. He has neon pink hair and light blue skin, which I think is supposed to be pretty, but in my opinion all of this just makes him look shitty.

"My name is Rudolfo," he says rolling the r,"I will be your stylist."

"I honestly don't care who you are," I say,"I just care if you get me sponsors by not making me look like pissing crap."

He looks very offended, but I take it as a compliment because pissing people off is one of my main goals in life.

"Well, I don't think you will get sponsors no matter how good I make you look if you are going to keep this attitude!" he says.

"I have an attitude, okay? And if you can't learn to deal with it then you might want to know that I could stick a knife through your heart whenever I want! Do you understand?"

He nods, I think he finally knows who is in charge here after I say that because he rushes out of the room and comes back a few seconds later with what appears to be my chariot costume. It is a sleeveless gold jumpsuit with a greek goddess headpiece. My prep team helps me put it on and apply some light makeup.

When they are done I go to look in the mirror, I would never say it out loud, but I think Rodolfo might actually have a talent for this kind of thing, because I have never looked more beautiful.

"Thanks, it looks fine." I say, but I think that Rodolfo can tell that I love it.

"Go out there and make me proud." he says and squeezes my hand, then I am rushed out and to the chariot where Cato is waiting for me.

He is dressed in a similar outfit to mine and looks very handsome, he approaches me with a smile on his face,"You look beautiful." he says, holding my hands.

"Thank you. You look very handsome." I say and give him a little peck on the cheek.

He smiles at this and he starts leaning in for a full on kiss, but then I pull away when I see someone is watching.

It is Katniss. The girl from District 12. She is in a form fitting black bodysuit and her hair is in an intricate braided style. I glare at her. She looks shocked and moves her gaze away from me.

We hear music and Cato and I get in the Chariot. They call District 1 and Marvel and Glimmer head out in their Chariot waving to the cheering crowd. It is our turn now. I plaster a smile on my face as our Chariot pulls away and I wave to the crowd, they cheer for us and I think, thanks Rodolfo, because I can tell they love the costumes.

We keep riding and everything seems to be going good for us. Well that is until 12 comes out.

There is an uproar in the crowd, they are screaming their heads off. I look back to see what it is all about and when I do I understand. They are on fire! Literally on fire! They have capes of flames trailing behind them and flames sitting atop their heads like crowns. They are beautiful, the fire light reflecting on their faces. I don't even bother to smile and wave now, no one is watching me.

"Katniss Everdeen! The girl on fire!" shouts Caesar Flickerman.

What? Why does she get a cool title? I bet she doesn't even know how to tie a knot and because of this new title sponsors will be fighting for her! I decided that if she gets a title I get one too. Clove the Woah? No, that is really cheesy. Clove the Lucky Clover? No, that is even cheesier.

It is then that I know exactly what I want to be called.

Clove, the girl with the knives.