The air in the gymnasium was hot and musty. The future tributes had begun yet another day of training, and with the 74th annual Hunger Games around the corner, each trainee had high hopes for being chosen to volunteer as tribute.
Two particular teenagers stood out from the group of highest ranked fighters.
A monstrous boy grabbed a sword and was taking on four other students at once. His muscles rippled with every move, and sweat trickled down his face, countering each of his opponent's attacks. With a quick, decisive slash of his sword, he knocked down two boys similar to him in height and mass. He then proceded to knock the rest ofhis opponents to the ground in several powerful punches. Cato. The best of the Careers smirked in his glory, standing over his defeated peers.
The second teenager, a younger, smaller girl approached a line-up of dummys and targets. These targets ranging from 10- 30 yards. She sent three knives to the chests of each dummy at each distance. She never missed her target. Knives were flying like bullets through the air, all different sizes, weights, and designs. Clove was a master at the art. She could pin a fly to a tree from thirty yards away without killing it. What she lacked in size, she made up in skill and smarts. Before she knew it, the table of knives was empty except for one.
“Oh Caaato!” The young lady called from the other side of the room. The crowd of students became silent. This was a challenge.
Cato grabbed his favorite spear and turned to his favorite fellow trainee.
“Come and get it, little girl. Give me your best shot.”
Just as he finished his sentence, the tip of his traditionally modeled wooden spear had been sliced clean off. Clove's knife stuck into the wall behind Cato.
“And as usual, I win.” Clove sang in celebration, the rest of the career trainees cheering her on.
Cato stared at this girl, two years younger than him, half his size and strength, but still able to beat him at his own game before he even started playing. He dropped his broken spear and walked over to her, picking her up from her waist, and setting her on his shoulder.
“Fine,” Cato finally admitted
“Just this once.”
A special shout out to reverietisseur for creating the cover photo of this story. Thank you broski XD
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Stone Cold Killers: the Tributes of District 2
FanfictionTaking on the 74th hunger games through Cato and Clove's point of view. From District two's system of picking who would volunteer as tribute, to the special connection between the Favorited Careers.
