Wide Open(Clato Story)-Editing

Chapter 4

Clove's P.o.v.

I think that I am ready for this so called Practice. I haven't done this before and I am odly very exited. Tonight I spoke to Cato and I remembered about how my mother was killed all those years ago. I start to imagine how the family of the person that I might kill tonight will feel about that in the future.  Will they hate me as much I hate the guy who did that to my mother? Will I feel guilt after the deed is done? Will I feel it when I'll enter the arena in the Games? I should do this so I wont feel any consequences then. I change my clothes and take some knifes that I usually don't train with. I am so scared of what might happen tonight. If my dad will find out he'll be so disappointed in myself. He would probably disown me right on the spot. How can the daughter of the man that's supposed to care for all the District's people kill someone in cold blood just for fun? I guess we will see if I can. I make my way back to the Training Center and see Cato standing there waiting for me.

'You're late!'he says

'I am anything but late. Now grow up and ask your little daddy to buy you a better watch.'

'Yes, you are late because I said so! Now come on!' Cato says to me and then takes my hand. He starts dragging me towards the oldest part of the town. I pull away and stop:
'Aren't we supposed to meet some of your friends here? I though we'll do this in a group?'

'They're not coming tonight. You'll meet them once you earn my respect. And you'll certaintly do it tonight.' he smiks and then points with his sword towards a lightly dimmed area. A man, probably in his early 50's appears from the darkness of the ally. I guess this is my cue. Now Clove, you have to do it. I see Cato sneaking behind me and hide. I grab my knife and after searching the surroundings I strike my first blow. My knife leaves the grip of my fingers and lands swiftly on his left leg. He looses balance and falls to his knees. I approach him.

'Who are you, girl? Why would you do this?' he cries.

' Who I am will not matter in a second. I just want you to know that I am doing you a favor. You won't have to live in this district. You won't be a disappointment to us all anymore.' I say and prepare for my last blow. As I grab the knife I see Cato's sword pushing through this man's chest. When did he get behind us? Why is he doing this?

'Rule number one: don't stop in the middle of the attack to speak with your potential victim. It makes you look weak. It might buy him some time to strike back, get one of his friends ready to attack you back. Now let's go before anyone sees us.' 

'I wasn't chatting with him because I felt pitty for him. The Capitol loves a good show. Isn't it that what they want? Fun gets you sponsors, right? I got you fun.' I snap back.

'The Capitol can't see you now but those patroling officers can. I can say though that you impressed me tonight. That was such a good throw. Maybe you earned my respect. I'll see about that.'

'I have my own self respect, thank you. I don't need any of yours. It doesn't define who I am. Now let's go home. I'm tired of you.' 

On our way back Cato stops and grabs my hand pulling me back to face him.

'Ok little brat, I'm not gonna stay here and pretend that I care about you while you can't even say thank you for all the advice that I gave you these past few days. So you better start being grateful for my help and show respect.' he says while looking down at me in a autoritary look.

'I did not ask for your help. I'm good on my own actually. I'll start respecting you when you will behave like a decent human being without feeling the need to paint yourself as this ' I am better that anyone else' person.' I can't understand how someone can be so full of himself. 'I don't own you anything. Good night, Cato!' I tell him in a disappointed voice. I then start making my way back home. It is already late and I can't stand seeing him anymore. Tonight was a mistake. I should have stayed at home. 

'Don't turn your back on me! I am not done.' he yells back.

'Well I am, Cato. Good night. I hope I won't have to talk to you anymore when Mars comes back. I've had enough of you.'

<Carmen.