DYSTOPIA

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"Bitch." Clove mumbled, violently launching a knife into the target, a few feet away from where she was stood. Not noticing Gale, approach her from behind.

"Fucking— Blonde, — Bastard." Was all Gale heard as he slowly, got closer. "Dick—, Idiot, I can't believe—"

"Do you always talk to yourself?" He asked, stopping right behind her, causing her to flinch slightly.

"Jesus." She exclaimed, just as another knife found it's way the target. Only then had it dawned on Gale that it probably wasn't the smartest idea to sneak up on somebody wielding a weapon.

"Well? Do you always talk to yourself?"He repeated.

"Why?" Clove hummed, "What did you hear?"

"Bits and pieces." He replied truthfully.

"Sometimes." She shrugged.

"Do you always sneak up on people holding weapons?" Clove retorted.

"Sometimes." Gale smirked in response. "Come with me, I have something for you." He continued, causing Clove to fold her arms across her chest in suspicion.

"I'm not going anywhere with you." She retorted, with emphasis on the word 'anywhere.'

"Why must you be suspicious of everything?" He asked with a slight roll of his eyes."

"Sorry I don't trust the underboss of the same woman who kidnapped me, and then blackmailed me." She said flippantly.

When she put it that way, Gale understood why she wasn't the quickest to trust him. "I'm not actually the underboss." He said with a smirk, causing to roll her eyes once again. "Look, just come with me, I promise it'll make you happy."

"Not a lot makes me happy." She replied nonchalantly.

"I know." He replied, "But I also know this will."

"And how do you know that?" She asked stubbornly.

"Despite the fact it is painstakingly obvious, I may or may not, have done my research." He said sheepishly.

"Oh yeah?" Clove asked, growing slightly frustrated. "And just how did you do that?"

"It would be easier to show you." He argued, with a slight smirk knowing Clove's curiosity would get the better of her.

Damn you, Hawthorne.

She appeared to ponder Gale's proposal, but deep
down knew that he'd already won her over. "Fine." She sighed, motioning for him to lead the way. Clove apprehensively followed the solider up a couple flight of stairs, and down a corridor or two.
Along their journey, Clove couldn't help but get very frustrated with herself.

You don't even know the guy. He could be leading you to your execution, for God's sake.

Why would they do that though? I agreed to join their forces.

It's probably a trick— It does make more sense as to why this handsome stranger has been so nice to me, nobody's ever nice to me...