A Clato oneshot in which the feast occurs. For the @Knife_Thrower contest. "Crawling on the ash, she's pitiful She lost her sense of light, she has to hold my hand Had I known we might be two kids without their jackets My fear would come alive, I wouldn't loathe her now She might not make home tonight..." -Get Up by Barcelona

She's fought against her family's poverty and has to keep fighting to keep what she has. He comes from a wealthy family and can have anything he wants with a simple request. But both have become prideful. Cato and Clove both believe they are self-sufficiant, cold people. So when arrogant meets arrogant, and they're forced to cooperate if they ever hope to enter the Games, can they keep from killing each other long enough to start working together? Or are they both destined to lose everything they've fought for so far?

Clove Green is a very smart girl; she's extremely agile and good with knives. Most of the time she's alone, totally isolated from society. Cato Boyer is one of the richest kids in district two, he's good looking, mysterious, blood thirsty. But don't judge a book for its cover page, not everything is what it seems to be... maybe his life is not perfect.

Poverty, her mothers hate and being friendless doesn't stop her. He is to arrogant and rich for his own good. Love saves them. "One can come out not two Cato!!!" Clove yelled. ''I promise, Clove, I won't let anything happen to you!" Cato told her. Suprisingly, they both win the games. Everything is perfect, until her 17th birthday. No one knows. But can the keep up that spark when they have to rebuild what they had; ''Veronica, RONNIE! I VOLUNTEER!!! RONNIE" Clove yelled. ''You volunteered, and your pregnant?!?!" Enobaria scolded. ''She's my sister'' Clove argued. ''Its your baby, Clove! Does Cato know?" Enobaria asked. ''No'' Clove muttered. ''You could die, and he wouldn't have meet his child!" ''Why, why won't you believe me, Cato? Do you actually think i'd do that?" Clove cried, falling to the floor. ''Doctors don't lie!" Cato spat. ''I didn't cheat on you, I swear!" Clove begged. ''I don't believe you!" Cato roared.. ''Cato, I had a misscarrige'' Clove rushed out. ''What? You lying! Your lying!" Cato shoke. ''Leukaemia, what's that?" Cato asked. ''What do you mean he's dead?" Clove hollered. ''I have MND" Astrel told Clove. She dropped her glass. ''Cato Rhiyadh's gone!!!!!" She screamed. 'TWINS?" Clove whispered. ''Thats six" ''If we keep going the way we're going, we'll be living on the side of the street'' ''I just want a normal life, I didn't sign up for this!" Clove told Clarice. ''I haven't slept in a month, I don't need to hear your problems!" Clove yelled at Izabelle. ''Mommy, are you and Daddy not it love any more?" Rhiyadh asked. ''No angel, why do you ask?" Clove stroked her hair. ''I heard ye fighting again'' Rhiyadh moaned. This is the story of the real star-crossed lovers; Cato and Clove ''What do you want to do?" Clove asked. ''I don't know, kiss you?'' Cato said. Clove nodded. His lips crashed onto hers. "I love you" Clove said. ''I love you more" Cato grinned. ''Impossible'' Clove laughed. ''No very possible'' Cato replied.

Lo único que retumbaba en mi mente, era Tu voz gritando mi nombre.

Nunca he vacilado en mis convicciones, pero un día fatídico, el suelo se desplomó bajo mis pies y caí como un castillo en ruinas encontrando su fin. Las promesas que alguna vez me guiaron resultaron ser meras ilusiones, creadas para engañarme y debilitarme. Aun así, las seguí ciegamente, mientras la furia dentro de mí crecía cada vez más, hasta que me sentí lista para quedarme allí y observar cómo todo ardía. •Inspirado en Los Juegos del Hambre de Suzanne Collins •Advertencia de Contenido: Esta obra está clasificada como Madura por descripciones de violencia. •Aviso de Derechos de Autor: La reproducción o adaptación no autorizada de esta obra está estrictamente prohibida. •Estado de Edición: Este manuscrito se encuentra en proceso de revisión. Los capítulos marcados como "Capítulo X" ya han sido finalizados.

''Nosotros somos los trágicos amantes, los que sufrieron tanto y disfrutaron tan poco.''

Clover Ringer, la que antes fuera una niña llorona y débil, lleva entrenando desde los ocho años para convertirse en una auténtica tributo profesional lo que, aún no siendo bien visto por su madre y hermana mayor, Bethany, cumpliría el sueño que su padre nunca creyó poder ver posible en ella. Accediendo a un centro de entrenamiento especializado a los doce años, no se imagina que desde ese momento conocerá a las personas que cambiarán por completo su vida; dentro del grupo de entrenamiento especial donde se incluye por su asombrosa habilidad con los cuchillos, encontrará a sus futuras amigas, Hayden, Marietta y Liah, a los divertidos gemelos John y Edward, a su entrenador Dock, que pasará a ser desde entonces como un padre para ella, y, sobretodo, a Cato, el chico dos años mayor que ella, rey de la bravuconería y la falta de cerebro, con el que en su mismo primer día cruzará algo más que palabras. Sin embargo, el tiempo pasa y la relación entre ambos se va estrechando más y más por distintas circunstancias, llegando a que ambos se pregunten si podrían sentirse atraídos el uno por el otro, e incluso, a un beso furtivo que supondrá nada más y nada menos el principio de una extraña relación que sobrepasa la amistad, y que puede ser peligrosa para ambos. Y es que, como Hayden le explica a Cato, amar no está hecho para los profesionales, y menos para profesionales como ellos, tan obsesionados por cumplir a toda costa su objetivo que no dudarían en dejar nada ni a nadie atrás por el camino. --•-- Esta historia no es de mi autoría, es de una página web creada por una chica, un blog. http://quefuedeldistrito2.blogspot.com.es La pueden encontrar por el link o por el nombre de "Que fue del distrito 2". En el caso de qué la autora no estuviese de acuerdo con qué publiqué su historia en esta plataforma, la historia sería borrada inmediatamente. Gracias.

They were just children. All of them were just children trapped in a game they were forced to play. Innocent children that laughed, loved, and cried. They were put into and arena to fight to the death until only one Victor remains. Some were vicious and toners were sweet. But sometimes even the deadliest people can fall in love with each other.