Marble Heart: A Clato Fanfic

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Clove and Cato. Cato and Clove. They were friends. They were more than friends. The two were inseparable. They had known each other since they he was 7 and she was 5. Those two did everything together. But they didn't know they're fate of the Games.

Both careers of District 2. They trained together since Clove started. Clove specialized in knife throwing, and Cato with swords and axes.

They knew they'd go in someday. They were careers, after all.

They loved each other. But like brother and sister. For a while at least.

Clove was twelve, her fist year of actually being in the reaping. Cato was fourteen, his second year. He had given her a marble heart on black string, for protection in the reaping. She wore it around her neck, not just then, but always.

And that brings us up to now.

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She clutched her necklace in her hand, the one Cato gave her four years prior. She wasn't worried. This had been her fourth reaping. And Cato's seventh. She had been dreading this though. Cato would be volunterring, next year he'd be too old and now he wanted his chance.

She was worried for him though. Would he die? Most likely not Cato was strong and mostly smart. But she still wasn't sure.

After dressing up in a light pink lang sleve dress and leaving her hair down, she left her house after saying her goodbyes to her parents, her blonde mum who always took care of her, and her drunken father who'd stay out late getting drunk and occasionally arrested.

Cato did the same. He wore a green collar shit and white pants. He said his goodbyes. He had a very intelligent father and a mother like Clove's. His father owned a business that sold funiture.

The two walked separately to the reaping. They got fingers pricked and stood where they were supposed to.

All was normal. Just like before. The reaping lady, Marice, announced what was happening. Even though they already knew, they watched the capitol film production. And Marice reached her hand into the large glass bowl containing thousands and thousands of paper slips. Contining one girl's fate.

After choosing the paper and tearing the tape on it's fold, she announced the name-

"Clove Wood!"

Clive was horror stuck. She looked at Cato the shock was visible on his face. She dragged her way up stage and on the platform.

The woman reached into the boys' jar and just as she was about to pick a slip, voice called out.

"I VOLUNTEER!" He screamed. Cato.

He rushed up stage and stood next to Clove. She looked at him. A mix of disappointment, worry and anger stirred inside of her.

She was mad at Cato for volunteering. Now one or both of them will die.

He was confident though, Clove had no idea what his plan was but she already didn't like it.

The two were led from platform to two separate rooms.

The first to visit Clove was her mother. She knew her father wouldn't care. Her mother cried and asked her if she had her necklace. And of course she did.

Cato's parents said their goodbyes and the peacekeepers came.

Clove and Cato got were lead to a huge train with rooms and lots of food.

Clove looked at him, "Incase you didn't have something. I meant to give this to you a month ago."

She held out a wooden yarn bracelet with crystal beads. He took it and nodded.

They borded the train, the train to take them to the Capitol where they'd fight to the death in a few weeks to come.