An Enemy's Song

Sugar in the Snow

She was driving me completely insane. Ever since the little stunt she pulled at training, I couldn’t seem to get her out of my mind. I don’t know what it was about her, but she just made my blood boil. Every time I looked at her, I just felt a need to make her know that she was mine. I kept staring at her all day, trying to figure her out. I memorised every detail about her, from the distinct features on her face, down to way she swayed slightly when she walked.

                I knew Cato was beginning to notice that I was distracted but he hadn’t said anything yet. Good job too, I wasn’t in the mood to deal with his shit and I’d just end up doing something I’d regret if he did say anything.

                Throughout the rest of the training session, all I did was try to discover fire girl’s strengths and weaknesses. I wanted to find the perfect way to bring her down in the games. To my disappointment, not once did she show a preference for any activities laid out for us. She didn’t try training in anything physical at all, in fact. She made traps and even starting painting with the boy from her district but did nothing of real interest. I sighed. Maybe there really was nothing special about her.

                She met my eyes and caught me staring. I didn’t look away or feel in the slightest bit embarrassed. I saw something flash in those grey eyes and all I could think about was her arm around my neck and her breath tickling my ear. I shivered. No. There was definitely something special about her, and everyone else could see it too.

                I shook my head to clear my thoughts. She was infuriating me. I was angry at her for causing me to feel the way I did and when I saw her tell bread boy something and walk towards the elevator, I followed her. it was an impulsive move and I wasn’t thinking clearly, but all that was running through my mind was anger. Anger at her for making me feel things I didn’t understand.

                I watched her get in an elevator and stared at the numbers increase until they stopped. She’d gotten off at the roof. I jumped into the elevator to the right and headed up. When the doors opened, I saw her, staring over the side.

                I quietly made my way behind her. She wouldn’t hear me, I’d been trained for things like that. I switched roles from earlier, and this time, I wrapped my arm around her neck. She jumped in fright and gasped.

                “Well, well, well, fire girl. Did I take you by surprise?” I taunted.

                She growled and I had to admire how gorgeous it made her sound. “Leave me alone, Clove.” The way she said my name sent shivers down my spine and it enraged me. She shouldn’t have been able to make me feel like that.

                “Now, now, don’t be too hasty Katniss, you wouldn’t want to get hurt now, would you?” I spat at her, pulling my arm a little tighter around her neck, constricting her breathing a little. She winced in pain. My hand brushed her face and it sent tingles down my fingertips.

                “You can’t hurt me, Clove, not before the games, they’ll kill you.” She said bluntly, as if it were obvious.

I chuckled. She underestimated me. I slid my knife down to her arm and let the blade glide through her skin, not deeply, but with just enough pressure to leave a mark. She hissed in pain and I felt bile rise in my throat but swallowed it back down. I knew she wouldn’t tell anyone, she had too much pride for that.

                “There goes your theory, sweetheart.” I whispered. She shivered against me and I smiled, liking how much power I had over her. She gulped and closed her eyes.

                “Just let me go Clove.” She whimpered.

                I felt I’d made my point so I released her. “I wouldn’t try pulling something like what you did before, okay fire girl?”

                She nodded and looked down to the floor. I saw a tear roll down her cheek and something felt heavy in my stomach. I thought I was going to be sick. Seeing her cry was one of the most painful things ever, and that made me angry. I couldn’t figure out why she had such a massive effect on me. It wasn’t fair, I never asked for this.

                I couldn’t stick around to watch her so I stalked back off to my room angrily and flopped onto my bed. I let out a frustrated scream and cried myself to sleep. What the hell was happening to me? I needed to remember what I’d been taught – no emotional attachments. My head throbbed as I tried to forget about the girl who’d caused me so much grief in such a short span of time. I needed to get over her. I was going to kill her, and that was the end of that.

                As much as I tried to stop it, I still managed to fall asleep and dream of the girl on fire.