I'm woken up by the most annoying thing ever. A JabberJay. I thought those were supposed to be extinct? But they won't miss one. I grab a sword and the bird has no head. Bye-bye, Jabberjay. PLONK, the bird's head hits the floor before the body comes down and lands perfectly together. Death is so artistic. It'll be cool to tell Clove. I get up and then fall flat on my face. Ouch! A sword is 2cm from my face, with blade pointing at me. Yikes, that was lucky. I get up and find some clothes to put on. I put on my tracksuit, which is signature red and brown, as today, I'll be signing up for the 74th Hunger Games!! What an honour it'll be, I'll come back and be rich and famous, I'll get my own house and me and Clove can live there. Clove. Damn!! I forgot that she signs up for the 74th HG as well. But only 1 of us can win. 23 die, 1 survives. That's just how it is. Clove and the 74th HG, here I come!!
Once I'm in the town square, I see Clove at the stage, volunteering to be tribute. I'd better join her or I'll never live it down. So I run as fast as I can to catch up to her. "Name?" The Peacekeeper at the desk asks.
"Cato, Cato Hadley" I say. She beacons for me to go into the Justice Building. I obey and walk into there. Unlike the rest, D2 is loaded, so they can have loads of posh crap in the Justice Building. Well at least it's comfy to sit on. Well. This is boring. Waiting sucks, it takes too long. Just get me to the damn Training Centre in the Capitol already, I wanna swing some swords. At least then I'll have something to do. And my is their command, because as I say "come on!", a limousine appears, ready to take me and Clove to the TC. Surprisingly, it doesn't take a long time to get to the Capitol. Woohoo, let's begin!
I run as fast as I can to the sword section which is conveniently right next to the throwing knifes. I turn to my left and see Clove destroying those dummies. I better do something before she starts watching me. I pick up a cool looking sword, which is heavy but balanced. The sword will be at the top. I slice my way through the nearest dummy I can find. I slice another's head off and then cut the 'guts' out of the one next to it. This sword is AWESOME!!! I love it!
Once I finish, I sneak up behind Clove whilst she's picking up another dagger to throw, and tickle-bomb her. She shouts "HEY, cut it out!"
"Ok. But Satan says you have to teach me to throw those pathetic things." The next thing I know, I'm pinned up against the wall. "Oi, put me down NOW!!" She does. I clutch my sore throat. "How did you do that?" I ask.
"Let's just say huntings taught me a lot."
Ok, before you go all fangirl on me, I've been busy at school and at home.
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Blood, Gore and A Little Bit More
FanficCato and Clove. The tributes from two: the deadly knife thrower, the malicious swordsman. But did you know that they were friends? Two friends, thrown into the harsh reality of the games, where it's kill or be killed. With the rule change, spirits a...
