DYSTOPIA

0.07

"Katniss Everdeen has accepted the role of the Mockingjay." Coin announced, sporting her typical tight-lipped smile. The internal groan Clove let out, would have for sure gotten her a couple of deadly looks. The room erupted with applause and a couple of cheers, to which Katniss' responded, with a very forced smile. "As part of Katniss' acceptance, are a few conditions which we as a nation, have been asked to adhere to. One of which includes the full pardon of any crimes committed against us, by the outlier Districts—"

Clove's jaw almost immediately fell open, it had come as no shock that in District 13, District's 1 and 2 were considered outlier Districts. It was just like how in 1, 2 and 4, District's 3, 5, 6,7, 8, 9, 10, 11 and 12 were considered the exact same, only now the roles were reversed, and God, did it feel shitty. That wasn't what had initially shocked Clove, what had shocked her that Katniss herself had requested it. She couldn't believe it, the very same person who Clove had repeatedly harassed, attempted to kill and had tormented, had requested that she along with the rest of the careers be pardoned. A large fraction of Clove couldn't understand why, while the other fraction of her felt relieved. The five weeks she had been there, there had been something on her mind eating away at her, something she couldn't put her finger on. Until then.

Upon arrival, it made no sense to Clove why they hadn't just left herself, Cato, Marvel and Glimmer, in the arena, when they had rescued everybody else. Naturally, her mind went from. zero to one hundred and assumed they had rescued them, to kill them as revenge against the Capitol for favouritism, and as revenge against them for the way they behaved and the things they said to the other tributes and about the outlier Districts. So when Clove arrived in District 13, and hadn't immediately been ushered off to her execution she became even more suspicious. Then came the ultimatum, join the cause, or die- To which Clove had genuinely considered meeting an early demise. Her head had gotten the better of her, which is how she wound up as a District 13 solider, but that hadn't stopped her brain from working overtime. Clove's next theory was, they'd keep her and the rest of the careers alive, use them for their strength, skills, and smarts and then immediately kill them once the war ended... Apparently not.

Although that should have been the end of Clove's incessant and frankly morbid, overthinking. It wasn't.

How well did the people of District 13 actually know their president...

Was she a woman of her word?

Or was she a woman who lied to manipulate, to gain what she wanted?

While President Coin continued to blabber on about strategies, and outcome, Clove pondered the new questions some more. After some time, she came to the conclusion that President Alma Coin, was the latter. A lair and a cheat, that uses the pain and suffering of vulnerable people, to gain outcome. Most people would assume Clove was an extremely paranoid person, to be able to come up with such a conclusion, in such a short space of time, but Clove knew she wasn't paranoid. The reason she could so confidently make such a claim, was because it took it took one to know one. Clove had spent most of her life, lying, manipulating and profiting off the pain and suffering of others to get what she wanted, that's why it had been so easy for her to gather that Coin was doing the exact same.

That meeting had been a short one, and very clearly only occurred to announce the news. Coin ended the meeting by stating the same announcement would be made to the rest of the colony, later that evening. Clove sighed deeply and shook her head, it's happening, it's really happening.

Clove Kentwell liked to consider herself, a very self-aware person. She knew she had an issue worrying and as a result being contempt was never enough for her. Clove and Cressida had a running joke that if Clove, truly had nothing to worry about, she'd find something to worry about.Now that it had been confirmed that neither herself, Cato, Marvel or Glimmer were going to die, she could move onto worrying about the next thing. Which was;