We eat our dinner of steak and potatoes. There is also some kind of salad and for dessert we have 3 teared chocolate cake. I can tell that Brutus and Cato love the steak. I'm not too fond but I eat enough to fill me up. After dinner we all go to the lounge cart and watch the Reaping of the districts on tv. I sit right next to Cato leaning in his shoulder.
"You guys should check with 1 the boy from 4, maybe 11 and 12 for good allies". Enobaria says all of a sudden.
"We can look at their tactics for training tomorrow" I say returning my gaze to Cato.
After the Reapings are over the Capitol Anthem plays and we all go to bed.
I awake in the middle of the night to the worst dream. Cato and I were in the games. We were the final 2 but then all the other tributes came back and we had to fight them over and over and over. We would never be able to leave.
I sit on the edge of the bed and put my slippers on.
I walk as quietly as possible to Cato's room. I sneak into the covers. I fall asleep very quickly knowing he can protect me. It makes me feel weak that I need him to be comfortable but I let that thought go.
I wake up to Cato watching me sleep.
"When did you get here" he says trying not to seem completely fixed on me.
"I had a horrible dream that we would have to fight in the Games over and over and over again. I got up and slept with since about 1 a.m." I say.
He quickly squeezed me and gives me a kiss on the forehead.
"I would never let anything bad happen to you" he says calmingly "you're my-"
"Woah look at all that. We're in the capitol." he exclaims with pure joy.
"We should probably get dressed" I say "We don't need to look like slobs"
He agrees and we both see each other after we get dressed. I put on something simple because today is the Tribute Parade. I wear a blue tank top covered with my olive sweat-shirt and a pair of tight pants. I put on my favorite training boots. The ones my mother lent me and I never returned. We're going to get 'cleaned up' and get our new outfits.
I walk out of my room to see Cato in a tight blue shirt and jeans. The shirt hugs him in the right places and exposes his muscles perfectly
"Hello sweet heart" he says trying to sound like a Capitol citizen.
"How do you do?" I ask mimicking the tone in his voice.
"How do I do what" he replied.
I slip my knife into a homemade strap around my leg. We are escorted outside past screaming and cheering Capitol citizens.
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Born To Die ~Clato~Fanfiction
Clove 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...