Here is my Clato Fan fic hope you all like it! :3 Tell me what you think. ~TA Clove The Dark Caster I sat there, staring at the Cornucopia. Waiting for my next victim. I know what we were doing was immoral but I love the rush I get after killing someone. It’s who I am. It’s who Cato is as well. I saw the red headed girl run out of the horn and grab her pack. It was an outlandish idea to hide inside the horn. I wasn’t too worried about the red headed girl. She was clever but not as clever as Cato and I. She made an unswerving run for the trees. It wasn’t the red head I wanted. I wanted the Girl on Fire. Katniss Everdeen. I had to kill her. Cato said she was mine as long as I made it slow and painful. I just had to give the Capitol a good show. I hated the Capitol but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to make these teenagers deaths any less painful than they should be. The Cornucopia was in complete disarray. Fresh blood stained the grass. It was the perfect setting. Wasn’t it? I thought to myself, this is where Katniss Everdeen shall die a slow and excruciating death. We knew she would be here soon enough she had to get medicine for Lover boy. He was dying. He wouldn’t make it through the night without the medicine. One less person we would have to kill. Just then the Girl on Fire ran over to grab her pack. I ran after her. I threw a knife and missed. She shot an arrow and I hit my arm. I did not wince or cry out in pain though it did hurt. I simply pulled it out of my arm and continued to run at her. I threw my best knife and it hit her in the center of her forehead. Blood gushed from to open wound into her eyes. She was reloading an arrow right as I tackled her. She struggled against me. I pinned her down. She stared into my eyes with such fear. I felt something I had never felt before in that moment. Guilt. I felt sorry for the Girl on Fire. Me? Feel guilt? I almost got up off her and let her run. Was that even a possibility? No I couldn’t back down now. It was not an option to let her go. I had to do this for Cato, for Glimmer, for Marvel. “Medicine, for Lover boy? Oh that’s so sweet. Too bad you couldn’t save him. What was your ally’s name? Rue… yeah well we killed her. And now we’re going to kill you. Cato told me to make it long and painful and believe me I intend to do so. Where should we start. How about we cut off your lips?” A mixture of saliva and blood hits my face. Suddenly I’m filled with rage. “I guess we better start then.” Just as I put my mighty knife to the corner of her lips. Something large pulls me off her. Who is it? I turn around and see Thresh staring back at me. Anger spreading across his face. “You killed her?” “No.” I say suddenly scared. “NO. NO” I shout. “You said her name.” “CATO!!! CATO!!!” I scream, the terror evident in my voice. He picks up a rock the size of a microwave. I recoil in complete fear. I hear Cato’s voice far off in the distance. He’s too far. I try to run but my feet don’t budge. He raises his rock and slams it down into my temple. The pain is blinding. My vision becomes blurry. I hear Thresh and Katniss talking but, it seems so far away. I can’t understand them. Minutes later I here footsteps. Are they coming to finish me off? I wonder. Then a familiar voice breaks through the silence. “Clove? Clove I’m here. Please don’t leave me. Stay with me. Please Clove. Can you hear me?” “Y-Y-Yes.” I stutter. “Clove listen to me. You have to stay with me. Please.” He says sobbing now. “Cato, I’m not going to make it.” I whisper. “Don’t say that. Of course you are. You have to. We are a team. Please Clove, fight it.” Tears flow from his eyes like a stream. “You have to win, Cato.” “No.” He whispers. He holds my hand like he did back in district two. I begin to have flash backs of us together. Before the games. Happy. He kisses my lips gently. “I love you.” He whispers. “I love you too. Don’t forget me.” “I could never forget you.” He says still crying. “Here.” He hands me a bracelet that says Clove in bold letters. “I was going to give it to you after we won.” I close my eyes and my breathing stops. I hear him walking away sobbing. My heart stops and I cling to all I have left of him as I slip into the cold darkness from which I will not return.
Posted on: Thu, 06 Jun 2013 23:03:21 +0000
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