Viridescent hues strained at the ground, watching for the tiniest of twigs which could snap or a snare that could entrap her foot and leg.
It threw coals into the fire that had burned inside of Cato and Clove when the announcement was made that two people whom originated from the same district could be crowned. They were blood thirsty, yes, but more than anything the Careers wanted to go home. With each other was only the more incentive.
It had been a simple run, only a few paces away from their base camp. The two needed medicine and supplies, she knew they’d have to get more sponsors.
Manicured brows knitted, head swiveling sharply side to side when she heard a shuffle against the leaves.
Instinct took over when she spotted the Twelve. Porcelain fingers latched on to the metal blade, getting into position to hit the girl in her heart. Quick, easy and calculated. Just like she’d practiced for sixteen years.
Those few, simple words struck her and took the Career by surprise. It was as if Clove thought that Katniss couldn’t speak. People weren’t the dummy’s she’d trained with, she realized very quickly into the Games.
She almost retorted with a snarky comment, but zipped her lips as she thought. Clove knew that this was her chance to destroy the infamous Girl on Fire. Yet, she hesitated. Clove Kentwell never hesitated.
“You’re smarter than you look, Twelve.”
She finally replied, voice louder than she’d have liked.
Clove stated simply, gripping her knife harder but not releasing it just yet. Perhaps drawings out the audience would get the pair from Two more sponsors, or at least she hoped it would.
Clove cringed at the cheesy words, shaking her head.
She aimed her knife again, makings sure to take her bow into account. Her wrist flicked and calloused fingers released the weapon. She let go of her breath and watched it fly- into a neighboring tree.
She growled in frustration.
Fear was something Katniss chose not to feel. Instead she allowed herself to be consumed with the power of her own refusal to die. She won’t not leave Prim, she would take care of her family, and she would make sure that Peeta got out of this arena with her. Failure was not an option in the mind of the huntress.
Breathe in. Breathe out. She’s just a girl, no different than you. The words of affirmation soared around her head, never quite making it into certain understanding inside her thoughts. They were both humans, forced into this by a society they couldn’t control, but something so bitter ran through Clove’s veins. Although, Katniss felt there had to be more deeper down, beyond the destruction she was taught, yet she wouldn’t be the girl to find it.
❝ You think he’ll make sure you
make it home? He’s selfish, Clove.
He’s not thinking about you,
he’s thinking about making sure only
he gets out alive. You know I’m right.
You can’t trust him, he’s not going
to be there for you at the end of this.
He wouldn’t take an arrow for you. ❞
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