Hidden Tragedy (A Clato fanfic)

Chapter 5

Every year a scripted video was played to the districts of Panem, describing the uprising against the Capitol and how the districts were defeated. The video spoke of the only way the Capitol would prevent another uprising and this was to remind them of the dishonour of the Districts and power of the Capitol. This reminder came in the form of the Hunger Games, where one female and one male tribute from each district will be reaped every year to participate in a televised fight to the death until one victor remains. Lavidia, along with a few members of District 2, silently recited this script with honour.

"Right!" Began Lavidia once the video had finished "it's time to find out which two of you have the honour of representing your district..."

"Please don't let it be me" Clove thought "or Cato".

"Ladies first!" Lavidia exclaimed. Her hand rummaged through the names until she finally settled on one. The square was silent as she began to open the paper.

"Clove Heratin!" She called.

"No, not me. Someone volunteer. Someone volunteer please. Please..." Clove silently begged. When no one did, she knew she was on her own. It was only then that she saw everyone's eyes on her and her own face on the big screen, making her realise she had to be strong from now on as she had promised herself. So she put her game face on, wore the fakest and most smug smile on her face and set her eyes on the stage. The district applauded, knowing she was incredibly skilled. "Maybe I could win this, just don't pick Cato."

The closer Clove got to the stage, the faster Cato's thoughts oscillated around his brain. "How could she be picked? How can he keep her safe now?" He couldn't believe she didn't appear calm, but rather excited. "Why is she not phased by this? Surely she is scared" Cato thought. His thoughts were confirmed when for a split second as he looked up to meet her eyes, panic flashed through them before becoming emotionless once more. "She needs me. I need to be picked", he thought. Cato was brought back to the current events by a name being called. Once again it was called, Nellar Stealth. Nellar was a thirteen year old boy with quiffed golden hair and the most penetrating hazel eyes. He was very skilled but nowhere near skilled enough for the Games. Cato knew this and recognised his opportunity.

"I VOLUNTEER!" He yelled. No one in the District was that shocked, there is a volunteer almost every other year but as he saw Clove, he noticed astonishment followed by a distraught expression before she once again regained her composure. Why would she be so sad? Now he could protect her. As he walks up to the stage he is patted on the back by the boys. He laps up the attention and puts his game face on.

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