Broken Ones

Cato- Chapter 10

//I AM GOING TO CHANGE THE OUTFITS FROM THE MOVIE A LITTLE! WELL A LOT. PICTURES IN THE MULTIMEDIA AREA DO NOT BE MAD, I JUST DISLIKE GARY ROSS SO MUCH FOR THE GLATO INCIDENT. ENJOY!//

"Dad?" The room goes completely silent, and the two just continue to stare at each other. All eyes are locked on them.

I knew that Clove had mentioned something about her father being a victor, but I never thought it was my role model, one of the greatest victors of all time, Brutus Torrence.

They didn't hug, but Brutus grabbed a steam knife and aimed it for her head. She ducked and grabbed another one by the handle before spinning and releasing it at him. Brutu caught it midair.

"Yeah!" Brutus cheers. "You still got it Clover!" They high five and the room goes silent once more.

Glimmer and... what's her name? Nicolasa... Nicoloosa, Nikita, erm... it started with an N... Nicole! That's it!

Glimmer and Nicole stared at the two, completely astonished. "Y-your dad is B-Brutus? You're C-Clove's d-dad?" Glimmer stammers. Brutus and Clove both nod.

"Thats just not fair! Her dad is a famous Victor? What?!?!" Nobody even acknowledges Glimmer's comment.

"But how are your last names different?" Marvel questions, standing up completely from his crouched position and Clove sighs deeply. "Have you never heard of a divorce?"

"I-I'm gonna go. C'mon Marvel..." Glimmer says while standing up, and Marvel enters the elevator with her. The door closes.

"I'll stay." Nicole states and slightly smiles. Thinking about killing her is revolting.

I sit in the chair behind me to look out the window at the glistening buildings of the Capitol people who use our pain as a sick cruel game. The lights one by one turn off, but there was still a large celebration below for us. For our deaths.

We are not the villains.

We are the victims.

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I lie there on a cold metal table stripped from clothing as I get hosed down by an anorexic looking man with curly, violet hair and pale skin, a short, slightly plump lady with baby blue skin and long, ocean blue hair, and another man with short, fluorescent green hair and lime skin. The pick up my hands and examine my nails before they start to file the tips of them. The lady walks up and lightly squeezes my face slightly before tilting it side to side.

"You are a truly handsome one, aren't you? Athea will surely enjoy working with you." she states and gives me a sickly sweet smile, with a twisted look in her fuchsia, contacted eyes. I lean away slightly and something starts to sink into my stomach. Maybe just because, I, all of a sudden, really don't trust her. But what is to trust? A really messed up lady that I think is fantasizing about my death, or worse? Yeah, no.

They never even introduced themselves, so I have no idea who these people even are. The cold water that was on my legs got turned off, and the green one who was holding the water hose stands besides the other two. He decides to speak up, with the lady still staring at me creepily.

"Hello Cato. I don't believe we've actually introduced ourselves. I'm Corbinius, this is Oceania, and finally, this is Gunnar." Corbinius says, gesturing over to the other two.

"We are your prep team."

Before I know it, I'm ushered into the tub in the corner, and the purple water burned and stung horribly. I barely winced but my muscles tensed. After a minute of pain, the water instead starts to sooth my skin. They scrub me raw, and then it's off to the next bath.