What Could Happen? [A Clato FanFiction]

Early Training

Catos POV

"So, I hope that all of you are prepared for this." Enobaria said, pacing back and forth. "And if you are not, then you better get prepared for the games."

Gloss  walked up in front of Enobaria and turned his head, as if popping his neck."The other tributes will come in about two hours, and the real training will start. For now, we all would like to see your capabilities and the reasons why you volunteered to win."

Cashmere smirked and took five seconds to look at all of us, and said,"Lets get started. We will start with ladies first! First we will have Glimmer to show us how things are done, then... Whats your name honey?" She asked Clove. I looked down at Clove and she wore a snarky smile with crossed arms, obviously making the right first impression. "Clove, age 15." She said.

"Well, great. First Glimmer, then Clove. Everyone will have to use all weapons, such as the spear, sword, bow, axe, and the sickle. Glimmer, you go first. What would you like to start with?" Cashmere asked, pointing to  a block with a sword, two spears, one bow and five arrows, two axes, and one sickle.

"Wait..." I heard Clove say. Both Marvel and I looked down at Clove, who was staring at the weapon table. "What about throwing knives?" She asked, tapping her hand against her thigh. "Well, Clove, no other tribute has used a throwing knife since,well, the 57th, I think, games. But I guess that you can use throwing knives." With that, Cashmeres brother  Gloss came and placed five throwing knives on the table. Clove licked her lips, making her look like a vicious predator. 

"Now, lets get started, like I said before." Glimmer nodded at Cashmere. 

"Which one should I use first?" Glimmer asked, going to the table. Cashmere replied with anyone. Glimmer walked across the table dramatically, causing even me to get a little anxious. The first weapon that she picked up was the axes. "I am going worst to best."Glimmer said, walking up to a  human mannequin.  She turned and swung the axe at it, with very little force. The axe went flying off of the mannequin and shattered on the floor. Marvel and I let out a chuckle of disappointment, while Cloves face sneered. Glimmer let out another grunt and swung again, this time the axe hit the mannequins leg. This time, Marvel and I burst out laughing, along with the giggles of Clove. We were supposed to have trained for this moment since we turned, like, 8!

"Hey, I said I was bad!" Glimmer snapped, rushing to get back to the table. She picked up the sickle and walked to the mannequin. In one swift shove, the mannequins head fell to the floor. She smirked.

She honestly was not much of a challenge. Anyone can pick up a sword and slice someones head off. But what if she was in a headlock and had no weapon? Clove was someone who was way better than her, and I wouldn't be surprised one bit if she ends up killing Glimmer. 

Glimmer walked back to the table and asked,"Do I have to do all of them?" Gloss answered," Not if you have one weapon you are good at."Glimmer smiled and picked up the bow. Walking across the room, she came to three silver mannequins. She took an arrow from the nearby tray and loaded in the bow. She pulled the string back and shot into the mannequin. The arrow landed just meters from the things arm, and I couldn't help but think she was hopeless. She took another arrow and shot again, this time the arrow hitting more near the heart (And the actual body). I heard Cashmere applauding as if she had done something that was lethal. 

Glimmer smirked and walked back to the line like she had just been crowned victor by President Snow himself. Lucky me, I may just have the chance to kill her myself.

Cloves POV

Well, great. I am going to have to spend the next few days of my life stuck with a completely pointless person Cato was supposed to be in love with. On the bright side, It was my turn to show that nasty Ms. Cashmere who was going to win these stupid games. Or who might. 

I walked up to a table arranged with all sorts of weapons, from kusarigamas to spears. I teasingly ran my hand over every blade, as if to say to the weapon,"Your missing out on my sharp shooting!". I remembered all of the days and nights I would spend in District 2s academy, working to train every inch of my body and fill my mind with all the knowledge of any weapon. One night, when it was my first time throwing knifes, I was with my father getting registered for my years of training ahead. The academies directer showed us around, and when I came to a gray room with windows and a small glass door leading in to it, I saw a strong girl with dark black hair throwing knifes viciously, missing every once in a while. I remember pressing my nose to the glass and not moving until my dad let me in to the room and I got to throw. I remember wishing to be that girl, Wendy, until she died after volunteering at 18 in the 57th games. 

When I reached the throwing knives, I couldn't help but let a smile on to my face. I was going to be holding every single one of these knives with me in the arena, no matter what. I could feel through my vibes that Cato was smiling too, thinking the same things as I. I turned around and looked back through the dark room for a knife throwing station. More towards the end of the room stood three mannequins, standing in a triangular formation. I knew by my first look that I would be spending most of the four days of training in here. I walked up to the front of the station with my five throwing knifes in hand, all peeking out from between each finger, like a huge blade claw.

The station lit up once I stepped onto a black carpet. The mannequins lit up, with white circles going in to red circles when it got near the heart and head. I could tell by first sight those red circles would be the only thing my knifes will be hitting. The thing is, knife throwing really isn't all that hard, you just have to have the ability to accept that it will be going in to the human flesh. It doesn't matter what type of knife you use, they all hit the target, but with other weapons, the spear may be longer than the one you've trained with your whole life, a bow string may be looser than you imagined, that type of stuff. 

Anyway, I  slid one of the knifes out of my hand. It looked like a lethal, 8 inch knife with no blade, perfect. Without making second thoughts, aiming for the dummy on the left back side in front of me, I shifted my hand back and flung the knife at the dummy, right at the head. I imagined it being Glimmers clumsy smile, looking at me and flirtatiously flipping her hair. From instincts, once my first blade had left my hand, it was replaced with another and another, until they were all gone. I wanted to throw for a longer time, it was like I was addicted to the adrenaline, but I wanted to just be done with this stupid training. 

I turned back to the mannequin and looked at what I had done. On the left mannequin was the knife in the head, to the right was a knife that was literally only showing at the bottom, the blade all the way wedged in to the heart,  and in the middle,on the mannequin closest to me were three of the knifes lodged tightly into the red circle. Smirking, I turned back and walked in line to see Cato with a smile on his face, Marvel with astonishment, and Glimmer with a scowl.

 Time to see what this Marvel was capable of.