Lethal

independent cato from the hunger games, mun and muse 18+

[ruthlessknives-blog]

                     It couldn’t have been but a split second before she was slammed against the cold wall of the elevator and a small grunt escaped her lips. Her eyes narrowed up at the blond and a vicious growl escaped her lips. Her hands were bound once again and she was unable to move because of their current stance. Her blood boiled not only in embarrassment but with pure anger, she let him overpower her once again. 

                              “Get your fucking hands off of me!”

                     She was beyond furious at this point, wanting to slit all their throats by the end of the day. She didn’t know where she was or what they might do to her, but her mind was focused on one thing; to kill the person before. His words suddenly seeped into her screwed up mind, and she was unable to hold back her harsh words and tone. 

                            “If that’s the case then why don’t you kill me now. You don’t give a shit about how I’m treated or what they do to me, so just kill me you asshole!”

                    She pulled her hands away from him sharply, noticing the blood drawing up on her wrist again. The brunette girl stood there, a look of pure rage covering her face. A small scoff escaped her lips before she spoke once more in a low mumble, “Just take me wherever the hell you want and kill me, it’s better than living in this place.”

[cluelesscato]

Cato let go of his hold on her.  “I keep my hands off you, you don’t hurt anyone.  Sound fair?”  

It would never work.  Clove was stubborn and uncooperative even when she wasn’t brainwashed.  And right now all she could sense was danger.  He was dangerous, district thirteen was dangerous, and everyone in it.  And there wasnèt a damn thing he could do to convince her otherwise.

It hurt him to know she wanted to die.  For a second he wondered if he should just let her.  It would solve a lot of problems.  She wouldn’t be in pain anymore.  But that would mean letting the Capitol win.  Letting the Capitol take her.  And worse, he would have to see her dying all over again.

“You’re scared, Clove.  But it’s okay.  You’re safe now.”

[ruthlessknives-blog]

             At his words, she merely just rolled her eyes, a slight scoff escaping her lips. He wouldn’t be able to kill her with all the weapons he owned. He was weak, just like the rest of these cowardly people. If the small girl was able to take down one of their strongest soldiers, she could take down anyone. Even him.

                          “You wouldn't lay a finger on me.” The brunette shot back, her eyes focused straight ahead as a smirk spread across her tight lips.

               She silently made her way into the elevator, too close for comfort with the blonde behind her, her back touching his chest. She noticed the extra room in the elevator but didn't say anything, only listened to him. She knew he wouldn't trust her, and the girl loved the thought of that.

                        “Probably not. These people have done nothing for me, why should I not kill them?”

[cluelesscato]

          Cato grabbed both of Clove’s wrists and pinned them to the elevator wall, pressing his body close to hers so she couldn’t break free.  

                                        “Listen, Clove.  And listen real well.  You are a hundred percent expendable to them.  They don’t give a shit, whether you live or die.  You’re not important to the rebellion.”

         He held her still as he could.  “I’m the only reason we even rescued you, so it’d be a good idea for you not to piss me off.  Or you’ll be back in the hospital with restraints and sedatives.”

         He let go of her arms and moved away, pushing the button for the elevator.  This was a disaster.  They should have drugged her to get her down here.  Or should have left her.  She was dangerous to the people of Thirteen and he had been an idiot not to realize that sooner.

[ruthlessknives-blog]

                She just stared down at the guard she had hit, her body filled with no regrets what so ever. She could see his swollen face starting to bruise and she didn't care. All she did was smirk at what she had done, her eyes lighting up more than they had this whole trip. But she was suddenly pulled out of that trance when she was yanked back. 

                 When she felt Cato pull her arms behind her back, she growled up at him, rolling her eyes in irritation. He should have expected sooner or later. She didn't know where they were going, but with how angry he was, she knew it wasn't good.

                              “If he touches me again, I’ll kill him.”

                 She just kept walking, avoiding stares from residents and workers of Thirteen. If she didn't control her anger, she would end up in far worse places, with angrier people surrounding her. So she just stared straight ahead, walking in the direction he pushed her to.

                                “Where the fuck are we going?”

[cluelesscato]

                  Cato watched the look of what could only be described as joy on Clove’s face at having hit the soldier.  Of course.  She loved inflicting pain.  So did he, but he more like the feel of a sword hitting someone else’s body or his fist colliding with someone’s face.  It was the physical sensation.  Was that what it was for Clove?  Or was it something much more sinister?

             “If you touch him again, I’ll kill you,” Cato threatened.  He wouldn’t, but she didn’t necessarily know that.

                 He pushed her in the elevator, but there wasn’t enough room for the guards with them.  Oh well.  Just him and Clovely alone.  Shame.  He pressed the button to go down to the living quarters.  

            “To where people live in District 13.  Can I trust you not to kill anyone?”

[ruthlessknives-blog]

             Her eyes wondered around the place, her mind shocked by what she was seeing. Was any of this real? Was she just seeing all of this stuff in her messed up mind. Cloves eyes widened when she saw the rope being passed to Cato and she narrowed them up at him, daring the blond boy to do it. In her mind, she knew he would if it came down to it, but she would put up one hell of a fight if she had to.

                      “Don't you dare...” She spoke in a harsh growl, her eyes still locked with his when she heard his words.

               When she finished, she felt the soldiers push her forward towards what she knew was going to bad. She watched as people stopped what they were doing, pointed fingers at her, and just stared at her without the blink of an eye. She glared at them, her bloodshot eyes just burning holes into their weak bodies. I’ll kill them, she thought quietly to herself.

             When she felt one of the guards hands get tighter, she jerked her arm out of his harsh grip, causing them to grab her harder, and her first instinct- to him one of them.

[cluelesscato]

             He starting getting ready, expecting her to try something.  He wasn’t sure exactly what. Probably just fight him.  There would be no point in running, with nowhere to go.  But her messed up mind might not realize that.  If she ran, there was a chance she’d get away.  And then what?  Maybe she’d live in the woods just fine.  He knew she could kill small animals for food.  Could light a fire herself.  But what kind of life was that?  Her life is fucked anyway.

          “I said, I wouldn’t!   Calm your tits.”

             That was probably the wrong thing to say.  Even regular Clove would have fought him for that.  But he wasn’t in the mood to baby her every step of the way.  “Let go of her.  I’ll take her,” he told the guards, hoping that would be at least a little better for her.

             She hit the guard.  Great.  Now how was he going to get away with not tying her up?  He grabbed her hard and held her wrists behind her back.  “Get walking.”  He felt like a slave owner.

[manwiththesilvertongue-blog]

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they'll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

[cluelesscato]

president snow: hoe don't do it

katniss: {pulls out nightlock}

president snow: oh my god

[ruthlessknives-blog]

                Her eyes wondered around the area, scanning over the horizon to see if there was anyone following. Had the Capitol just abandoned her? Left her to die for their cause? She didn't know, and honestly she didn't care. All she was focused on was what was about to happen to her. Would she be locked up in a cell and tortured for the rest of her life? Would the lock her down to a table and experiment on her? 

                   When she noticed them getting lower and lower to the ground, and an opening in the side of the mountain, her stomach sank and her head began pound. She was going to die here, and she didn't have anyone to help her. She began to paid when she felt the other soldiers lift her to her feet, her eyes wildly looking up at Cato, her head shaking furiously.

                         “Please don't take me in there... They’ll kill me.”

                 She knew she needed help, but where she was headed couldn't help her problems, only hide them. They would either kill her or use her, nothing more.

[cluelesscato]

             Cato was starting to get a little frustrated with her.  No matter what he said, she didn’t believe him.  He knew it wasn’t her fault, but it was still annoying.  It figured, even whacked out of her mind, Clove was still stubborn and irritating.

“They’re not going to kill you, I promise.”  His voice was maybe a bit short with her.

            The hovercraft landed down in District 13, and one of the other soldiers handed him some rope.  He looked down uncomprehending.  Then he realized he was meant to tie Clove up to transport.  Not even in his dirtiest daydreams had he ever thought of tying Clove up.  He debated between tying her up and trying to struggle with her the whole way.  He tossed the rope back to the soldier.

“I can take care of it.  Clove, I won’t tie you up if you don’t try anything crazy, okay?”

[calculatingvictor]

“Doesn’t mean people like you. Its just how they think. Like I said, change their minds and they’l change their tunes.”

[cluelesscato]

Cato grunted.  In reality, he thought there was nothing that he could do to change their minds.  “I’ll be sure to do that.”

[calculatingvictor]

“Its not your fault. Its just where you were born, what you were. Most people don’t tend to like Careers, for one reason or another. Prove their thoughts wrong and they’ll see you differently. 

[cluelesscato]

“Every year, one person wins and twenty-three die, whether we volunteer or not.”

[ruthlessknives-blog]

                  She heard his words, but deep down she knew there was nothing he could do to help her. It was just a helpless cry that she needed to let out, nothing more. How could you help someone that was damaged beyond believes? It was impossible and even the mad girl knew it herself. She shook her head slightly to herself, a strangled cry escaping her dry throat. The strong women that had once lived in her body was now replaced with a helpless girl, lost and confused.

                             “You can't help me, no one can...”

                 This was Clove talking, it had to be. But somewhere deep down she could feel her other self coming back and she squeezed her eyes shut, hoping it would go away. But it was too powerful, and she was still weak from the hospital drugs. She started to struggle in Cato’s grip, knowing nothing of what she was doing, it just happened. 

                                        “Get away from me...” 

          As she began to try and dig at her wrist again, she looked out the small windows to notice vast land full of rubble and trees. Where were they? It looked so oddly familiar, but she couldn't quite figure it out. Thats when she noticed the hovercraft begin to lower into the area.

[cluelesscato]

“Maybe.  Or maybe the drugs just need to wear off.”

That seemed like a lot of hope for, but he was sure it must be some kind of drugs they had given her, if not tracker jacker venom.  But wearing off totally?  That seemed improbable at best. She was stills struggling, but they were in District 13 now, landing.  He just had to hold on a little longer and then...  What?  They’d lock her away for safe keeping?  Would they tranquilize her?  Would that make it worse or better?  Probably worse.  She didn’t need anymore drugs in her system.  And yet, how could they handle her otherwise?  Maybe they had a nice padded room for her where she could beat the walls unrestrained.  He thought about her bleeding wrists.  She’d probably scrape them even more out of fear and anger.  Pull her raven hair out.

“We’re here, Clove.”

[calculatingvictor]

“Probably because they don’t trust you. Don’t worry,  you’ll prove yourself and they’ll start giving you information.”

[cluelesscato]

Prove himself how?  Was stealing the weapons a good way to start?  “I never gave them a reason not to trust me.”

[ruthlessknives-blog]

 Her vision became black in the corners, her blood stained hands clenched into fist, causing her knuckles to turn white. She didn't know what was going on in her head. It was a complete and udder turn of events swirling through her deranged mind. First she knew him, and then she forgot everything about herself and her surroundings. She needed help, but no one could help an insane person such as herself.            When he grabbed her wrist, she yelped out in sudden pain, her wrist burning and stinking from the contact. She tried to pull away but she couldn't budge. Clove ignored his words as she began to breath deeply.                                  When ever she would speak, it didn't sound like herself. She was a different person every time she spoke, almost as if she was told what to say. So when she spoke up in a mumbled voice, she didn't know who was speaking, it just came out.                         “I don’t know...” she whispered, eyes wide and red. Her breathing hitched slightly before she continued, “What’s wrong with me?”                                    “Please help me, Cato...”

[cluelesscato]

He held her arms tight, knowing that if she struggled a looser grip would be more damaging, causing aggravation to the scratches on her wrists.  He was mildly irritated that neither of the soldiers were helping him.  Didn’t they have tranquilizers or something they could give her?  Would that even help?  On second thought, they were probably not likely to be gentle with her, and maybe it was best Cato dealt with her himself.

What was wrong with her?  “My best guess is they gave you tracker jacker venom.  Makes you hallucinate.  Makes you delusional.  Confuses everything, I think.”

Clove seemed a bit calmer now, and Cato wasn’t sure what to make of that.  Maybe she was coming to her senses, or maybe she was just accepting her fate.

“I’ll help, you Clove.  Were going to get you some medicine.  It’ll make you feel better.”  In reality, he had no idea if there even was medicine that would help tracker jacker venom.  Then he remembered something.  In the Games, the little girl Rue had put some kind of plant on Katniss’s stings.  What was that?  Would it help if she didn’t have stings but she ate the plant?

[ruthlessknives-blog]

               Her eyes were wide, shooting in different directions, following the sound of voices that were around her. She was trapped completely. Wherever she looked, someone was there. The girl was completely hopeless. Her body shook and her vision clouded. She was surrounded, like a caged animal. All that came out of her mouth was a mixture of growls and whimpers, warning the people around her.                                                   { complete panic. }                She began to pull at her hair, scratch her wrist- anything that would distract her until she could finally just disappear. The Clove that once controlled her mind was gone, lost for now. The Capitol had complete control over her now, and no one could do or say anything to stop it. Her crazed eyes shut as she continued to scratch at her skin, pull at her hair, and scream to nothing. She was having a meltdown.                                   “Please help me...” She would whisper to herself, though she knew everyone else could hear her. She needed to get off this hovercraft soon, but Clove knew what would happen. They’d take her to the hospital, retrain her and just experiment on her like they always have. 

[cluelesscato]

The wounds on Clove’s wrists broke open as she started to scratch at them.  Cato had told her there would be no restraints, but clearly she needed them, to some extent.  He didn’t want to tie her to the bed, like they did in the hospital, so instead he settled for grabbing both of her wrists, and holding them behind her back.

“I’m not going to hurt you if you stay still.”  It occurred to him just how creepy his words sounded but he wasn’t sure how to correct them.  “If you struggle, your wrists will bleed again.  If you can hold still I won’t hold you back anymore.”

          { please help me . . . }

The words shocked him and cut deep.  He wanted more than anything to help her, but how?  “How do I help you, Clove?”  He didn’t expect an answer.  She probably wasn’t even capable of understanding what she needed at this point.

[calculatingvictor]

“Enough to finance our next operations for sure.” Deejay agreed. “Which is exactly what we needed to have happen.”

[cluelesscato]

Not wanting to sound like a broken record, asking questions about everything, Cato resisted the urge to ask what the next operations were.  “No one tells me shit,” he mumbled to himself.

[ruthlessknives-blog]

               She tensed up when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her and her heart pounded against her chest. She struggled with every ounce of power she had in her drugged body, but she couldn't seem to shake out of his arms. Cloves body shook with a mixture of rage and fear, something she had never experienced before. She didn't know where it came from or why it started, but all she knew was that it felt strange.                                     { why did she feel like that? }                “Get off of me...” She growled, but she stopped midway through her sentence and squeezed her eyes shut, her head spinning with thoughts that she didn't even remember she had, and the other half pushing them out. Her brain was fighting against her, telling her not to remember anything that was coming back to her. Her arms suddenly wrapped around his body, tighter then she expected and she stared straight ahead before whispering, “Cato?”                 She knew him. She had memories of him, but every time she thought of them, her ears buzzed and her mind swirled, causing her to forget everything she saw. She was losing it. “No, no, no...” She mumbled to herself, pushing herself out of his hold, her eyes narrowed once again. She was a nightmare.

[cluelesscato]

              It shouldn’t have hurt when she struggle against his hold, but he felt a sinking feeling deep in his stomach and an emptiness in his chest where his heart used to be.  He could feel it beating -hammering- but at the same time it felt as if something were missing there.  He had a hold of her under her thighs and around her back.  Soon she stopped struggling.

                             {   c a t o ?  }

“Yes, it’s Cato.  I’m your friend, remember?  From the Academy, in Two.”  The way she had said his name, gave him some hope that she was remembering who he was, who he was really instead of whoever or whatever the Capitol had told her he was.

But she struggled once again, this time hard enough to escape.  “Clove, we’re twenty-thousand feet above the ground.  There’s nowhere to go.”

[calculatingvictor]

“Well lets see…dozen cases of assorted weaponry…we’re looking at a cool million and a half credits at the least.” That was a LOT of money.

[cluelesscato]

“That’s a lot.”  Cato tried to imagine what they would do with the money.  Nothing came to mind.  They needed man power, not money.  Although, if they could get the money in the right hands, it could mean food for the poorer districts.

[calculatingvictor]

Deejay nodded, looking out the side, but glancing slightly at Cato.  The man was a grenade without the pin, ready to blow if you let go of the spoon.  He’d have to keep a much closer eye on him in the future.

[cluelesscato]

Cato exhaled, having forgotten he was holding his breath.  He’d be glad to sell the weapons and be on his way.  “How much does this stuff go for?”