No Time To Die | A Hunger Games FanFiction TEMPORARILY DISCONTINUED

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District 2, Masonry, long live the Capitol. It's a bunch of bullshit honestly. You throw 24 children into an area to slaughter all but one, for entertainment? How sick, but it's what I've dreaded, dreamed, and trained for my entire life.

The Training Academy has always been very generous with my "natural talent" but let's be honest, I'm Clove Kentwell, of course I'm amazing. My father was in the games, runner up, died by the other tribute mashing his head in with a rock. Soon after, my cousins fate followed him. Not the way I wanna go out if you know what I mean.

Despite being the Star Pupil in the Academy, friends haven't really been easy for me. Everyone's ego is too big, I'm sure half of the it is waiting for my death in the arena so the competition can go down. I mean with me out of the way they can shine. There is another star though, someone who they couldn't take from the Academy even if he died. Cato Hadley, the darling of the Academy.

I mean I see what the trainers see, someone who could easily win because of his good looks and raw skill with a sword. There was a boy a few years back named Finnick Odair, youngest ever, won because the people loved him, his sponsors are one of the reasons he's living in a victor's village in 4 now. That's how Cato's games will go, everyone will be entrance by his good looks and he'll win not just because of the sponsor's, but also because he's a fucking killing machine.

Now Cato and I aren't exactly friends, I mean we acknowledged each other, I was always under the assumption that he saw me as competition as well. But one day I saw him walking with his younger sister, he just had this innocent smile that I had never seen before. And for some reason, I wanted him to look at me like that. Soft and sweet, not with his rough exterior he showed everyone. I mean he has to, how will anyone take him seriously if he's family driven? They're training him to win, just like they're training me.

I've surpassed him in the ranged combat all my life, I mean the academy has special knives that were specifically melted for me. They gave them to me when I graduated middle school, now they're training for my time in the games.

But hand to hand combat is where Cato thrives. I mean not only is he incredible with a sword, but he'a incredibly built and could snap your neck without any struggle. That's the part where if I were to die in the arena, it would be because of someone like him. That is why I can't be friends with Cato Hadley. Even when his smile makes me go weak, and every compliment makes my heart go crazy, but at the same time makes me wanna die. I can't risk being friends with him. Because someone like him could kill me in the arena.

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The Reaping is today, what a marvelous day, a day to say goodbye to two of your peers and send them off to die. Of course it's always an academy student, I mean Careers have been around since, well I don't really know, but as long as I've been alive. That's the whole reason Districts 1 and 2 have an academy to train the young. It makes the games more interesting. On the rare occasions it isn't an academy student one will volunteer anyways, that's why most of the people eligible for the games aren't really that worried.

I put on the most fanciest thing I own, which is literally just a sun dress with spaghetti straps. I throw on a leather jacket though, because over my dead, decomposing body will I be walking the streets of this district in nothing but a sundress and boots. I comb through my hair and walk out. My mom's asleep, she works night shift so she's never conscious when I see her. But it's okay, cause she's a bitch to be around.

I walk down to the town square, hands in my pockets. People from the academy look at me. I know they're jealous of me. But what fun is life if people aren't? I mean I'm not that bad looking, I'm quite short and underestimated, but believe me when I get the chance to step off that podium in the games, I'll be a ruthless killing machine.