Clato: Cuts Beneath the Surface

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Chapter 1

I earned my trainer and my father on the same day. In all honesty they were the same, but he wasn't really my father. Not in the genetic sense. We start training at age seven. Not everyone in the district trains, but everyone watches. On the first day I set foot in the academy I showed an impressive ability for throwing knives. Favian saw me and claimed me. When we separate from our partners for privates, I always go with him. I can't pay him but on his good days he says that when I win the glory will be enough. On the bad days he makes me pay.
He rescued me from the district orphanage when I was ten. People say he cares about me too much. They say he had forgotten how to guard his heart. Somedays I think that's true. He loves me very much.

I've trained long and hard to make people fear me. As they should. If I feel like it I can put a knife in anyone's head no matter what the distance. I've been pulled out of six classes because the teachers just couldn't take me anymore. But that's ok. All that matters is the games and my bloodlust makes me look good.
Yesterday was the 73rd reaping for the games. The female tribute's name is Mercedes. She won't last a day. The Head trainers only chose her because she is pretty. The only weapon she can use without looking like a drunken squirrel is a mace. It's such a district 1 thing to do and it makes me sick.
On the other hand, now that their undeserving stars have moved on to the arena, maybe some of the better trainers will pay closer attention to me. If I want to be picked two years from now, I need to make some lasting impressions today.
I just hope my new training partner isn't an idiot.