I walk casually over to Cato. We've been friends since I was 7, but we became really close since that fateful day.
~FLASHBACK~
I was walking home from training about 7 or 8 years ago. Martial wasn't yet a career (only about 5) and my older brother, Shyll was walking home with one of his friends Tillson. It was an okay day, not great but not horrible. I could hear footsteps behind me but I thought the person would just pass me because they were going pretty fast.
The next thing I know there's a hand over my mouth and I'm being dragged into an alley. My first instinct was to fight but I had just recently started strategy training and I didn't have a weapon. I kneed my attacker in the stomach.
"Let me go" I screamed "Help! Someone Help" I could feel a tear sliding down my face. He got mad and punched me. I fell to the floor and hit my head on the concrete. My vision was blurry. He was now on top of me with a knife to my face.
"Shh, there.there it won't be long this'll be over before you can tell" He said in an ominous tone. I couldn't see his face for 2 reasons. 1, my brain just got bashed onto the concrete, and 2, it was dark out since training ends at 7:30 p.m.
I could feel his blade carving into my flesh. He began to touch me-like grope me- and I began to sob quietly hoping it wouldn't make him mad. It did. He slapped me once more . " Shut up or this knife is going through your skull and then-"
I heard a loud thud and saw my attacker lying on the ground. He was unconscious. I looked up to see Cato and his older brother standing above me. That's when I finally went unconscious.
I don't know when I woke up but when I did I was laying on a clean hospital bed. I had no clue why I was there, then it all came back. That's when I heard a calming voice. "Good morning sweet heart, are you okay?" There was a doctor standing by the opening of the white curtains.
"Why am I here?" I said rubbing my eyes, "Where is my family?".
"You were almost raped, you were saved by these lovely young men." he said, pointing to the corner of the room where I realized that Cato and his brother were standing there. I didn't even notice them until now. They never seemed that sneaky.
"Thank You" I whispered. Not wanting to seem to weak. Careers even at 8 years old, never cry.
"My baby! oh is she going to be okay?" I heard my mom say as a nurse leads her into the room. "She's just fine. Oh she even woke up" the nurse said. She was wearing all white like an angel and a pale complexion to match. He hair was straight, long and beautiful.
"What's that on her neck" my mother asks with a very concerned tone. When she gets concerned that's saying something. "Oh that'a going to be a scar from where her attacker carved into her neck, she can just cover with her hair" the doctor replies. I used to know his name but now I have no clue. It starts with a K or maybe a C.
When I got home a couple days later I decided to learn knife throwing so if I got attacked again I could defend my self. Now I'm the best knife thrower in district 2 or maybe in all of Panem. Well at least my friends say that.
~End of FLASHBACK~
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Born To Die ~Clato~ (1 Of 3)
FanfictionClove Sevina. 17 years old, with a troubled past. Born and raised in District Two. Trained to fight. Expert with knives, and pretty damn good with other sorts of deadly weapons. She's determined to win, following in her parents' and brother's footst...