Dead Survivor

Sweet Revenge I Think?

The next morning, I woke up with a new found peace. Everything was going just perfect this fine morning. The sun was shining, the birds were singing with pleasure, and the breeze suggested that today was going to be glorious. I walked into Snow's office and sat down in the chair across from his desk. "Welcome Miss Kentwell." He gleamed. "Are you ready for today?"

"I was born ready." I said. It was true, I was ready to get my hunger fed.

"I trust you slept okay, being free from all the mishaps of yesterday?" he asked. I nodded my head and smiled. I had slept better than I did every in my life. It was a night of luxurious rest, even if I was chained to a bed. I had Talia put my hair in two french braid pigtails, and I asked her to dye one streak red, and one streak white. They were barely noticeable, but I knew, that the white one was going to be blood red with Cato's blood when I got done with him. Constantine originally put me in a black jumpsuit, with pockets and belt loops and dart holders. I asked him to make me an outfit holding my knives from largest to smallest, and the butcher going in front. he changed me into one, and I was pleased. Pleased with life, pleased with today, and pleased with Snow.

He was not as bad as everyone had brought him out to be. He was a simple man, asking people to do simple things. He had said I was smart to realize this; he said I was smarter than anyone in district two.

"Ok Miss Kentwell, here is the plan. We will send you to District two. You will then be escorted to the Victor's Village and then you can do whatever you would like."

"When do we go?" I asked, feeling anxiety rising into my chest.

"Right now." he said, smiling.

We got on the train and headed to District 2. We took the train so we wouldn't draw attention to ourselves. It took a few hours so I sat in the dining room planning my revenge. I couldn't decide if i was going to throw my knives at his limbs or slit his throat. I finally decided that I would just wing it because it would make it more fun.

A few moments later, Miken came in and gave me a syringe. "Here, take this. Don't kill Cato right away. When you are done doing whatever you plan to do with him, inject this into his arm. It will make him fall asleep." I happily took the syringe and carefully put in in my pocket, needle side up. "Snow wants to deal with him in a special way." He continued. Miken then left the our train car and headed back to his sleeping quarters. Snow looked annoyed. Miken seemed to get on his nerves, but I could tell he kept his cool by breathing slowly, while glaring at him. 

Two hours later, we got to District 2. I got off the train all by myself and headed the back way to the Victors Village. I was told that Cato was the only one there today so that nobody would see us.

Dark grey clouds began to form in the sky. A chilling breeze blew through the air as I made my way down the path to his house. It was at the very end of the row of houses. I got to the walkway and my heart began to beat fast. Adrenaline began to fill my body as I knocked on the door.He opened the door casually, and his eyes met mine. I did not show him I had my array of knives awaiting to meet him. His hands began to shake. The whiteness on his face suggested he had seen a ghost.

"C-C-C-Clove?" he said. His expression widened with fear and joy all mixed into one. "W-w-hat?" I glared at him, like he was stupid, which he was.

"C-C-Cato." I mocked as sarcastically as I could. He seemed like he wanted to shut the door, but he knew I could carve my way through the door, so he stood there swinging it as he stared at me in awe.

"You aren't real!" He shouted. He stepped forward and slapped my face, hard. It stung, like the thought of tracker jackers stinging me. the realization that I was real befuddled him. "You-you-you-are real! Oh my-"