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Clove's P.O.V

I've never wielded so much power over somebody's life and it's frightening actually. The fear in her eyes doesn't look as if it is fear for her own death, she doesn't seem like a girl who is scared of death actually. I noticed that from day one. The girl she volunteered for can be the only reason such fear would spark those lifeless grey eyes into emotion. Her sister will be right now watching me as I trace a line around the lips of the girl I'm sat on with my knife. The fear that only a sibling can feel when they can't protect their family, that's what I can see in her eyes. Pity for the girl beneath me and the twelve-year old back in district 12 threatens to swamp me but like with all the others I contort my personality to that of a psychotic and deceiving killer. It's becoming easier to fit the role as I live in these Games. And so I drag myself from the depths of fear and focus instead on being a victor-the only thing I've been trained for.

She's stopped trying to buck me off and even though I can now focus on her slow death I don't relax my grip on her hair. Taunts about Rue, her sister and Peeta leave my lips in a flurry as I hope to tease a last reaction from her. One last moment for her to show her sister back home that she fought to the end… I can give the girl beneath me that much at least. And when the mouthful of blood hits me in the face I realise she's done exactly that. Just as I'm about to start carving I'm lifted up from behind and thrown away from her.


Thresh. His hulking mass stands over me as his eyes blaze with anger. Katniss is struggling to sit upright behind him and confusion washes over me. Why would he leave her there when she could be killed instantly? But his next words soon rid me of my confusion and quickly force fear into my chest.

"What'd you do to that little girl? You kill her?"

My denials fall on deaf ears, this angry boy in front of me doesn't want denials-he wants revenge for the death of one sweet and innocent child. One I didn't kill.

"You said her name. I heard you. You kill her?" Then his eyes twitch towards my blade and the fire that was already raging in his eyes increases explosively, "You cut her up like you were going to cut up this girl here?"

The fear holding my heart is speeding up its already frantic beating. The rhythm is starting to cover the sound of everything else. I'm not going to be here much longer and the slow and steady beat of my heart quite surely realises this. It knows that soon it won't be beating anymore, I've never been thankful enough for its presence-it's inescapable desire to keep me alive even when it knows that soon it won't have a reason to keep beating.

My eyes close in on the stone that sits caged in his grip as he walks after me. I scramble backwards, the Career in me refusing to be beaten, years of training urging me to flee and be strong. So when the rock comes crashing down on my temple I collapse onto the floor. My eyes grace the spot where Katniss has just stood up to attempt to escape and I smile. As much as I want Cato to win I'm glad I didn't have to kill her.

As my chest starts faltering in its attempts to regulate my breathing I hear Thresh telling Fire-Girl to run. The last thing I see are her boots running away from the Feast.

I don't even get to see the face of the boy I had hoped to survive with and I'm soon lulled into darkness by his voice as he sits by me.

Listen to this song when reading both halves of this short story > [link] It's what I listened to non-stop as I wrote it. I love this song so much.

I have bond with Clove as a character-I have always felt that she was one of the one's I could relate to. There is so much more to her than a killer and her facade of being something she's not, a killer and strong, not a vulnerable and young child is something I can strongly relate to. A front I've had to uphold.

But Clove and Cato have always struck a chord with me, the pair that knew each other but because of Katniss and Peeta they couldn't show their front, and their training dulled their feelings.

Hunger Games belong to Suzanne Collins

Feedback and constructive criticism welcome ^^

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mariafrazey Apr 3, 2013  Student Artist
People say that I look like Clove. She's also one of my favorite characters. I've been thinking about what the games woulda be like from the view of a career and when I found this I was thrilled. Nice work.
November-phoenix Apr 15, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you(:
DaisyKitty18 Aug 14, 2012  Student General Artist
love it :)
November-phoenix Aug 14, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
thank you ^^
sunshinedolly17 Aug 13, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
:eyepopping: this is really cool!
November-phoenix Aug 13, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
thank you ^^ I'm writing Chaper 2 now ^^
sunshinedolly17 Aug 13, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
cool :) im excited
November-phoenix Aug 13, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
It's now up ^^
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