Battle Scars (A Clato Victory Story)

What if Cato and Clove won the Games?
Thank you Linde for the title.

Chapter 3

Clove's POV

When I wake up, I'm in a familiar red-painted room, but I can't quite place where I am. Them I notice a quickly-filled hole in the wall, a hasty paint job not quite concealing the plaster. I'm on Floor 2 of the Thraining Center, and that is where a kitchen knife met the wall about two weeks ago. I sit up and see someone's laid out some clothes for me. A pair of denim shorts and a black tank top. They know my style. When I look at my bare skin, I'm shocked. The bruises, cuts, and scars that covered my skin are gone. I check my upper arm. The huge knife slash scar I got in training once is completely gone. Looking in the mirror, I see that someone gave the stylists free reign. Every scar, every freckle, every blemish is gone. And in it's place, is a single streak of red in my dark hair, which has been cut into a short, spiky bob. I'm not quite as skinny as I was towards the end of the Games, but I'm still shockingly thin. I take a shower, trying (but not quite succeeding) to avoid anything pink or flower-scented. Like a zombie, I walk out and put on the clothes, fasten my token, a black paracord bracelet, around my wrist, and slip on the grey plaid hi-top converse they set out. The bright red laces (I assume to match my new hair) take forever to tie. Finally, I'm done. I run out the door to breakfast.

Cato's POV
Other than the full body polish, I look the same. That's better than I expected. But Clove... She looks... Stunning, as usuall, but different. Very different.
"I love the hair," I say.
"Thanks," she says, "I can't get used to it. It's too bright."
"You say that about everything."
"I don't like bright things much. But this, I think, will stay."
"Not even the sun?"
"I hate the sun. My skin's too pale, it burns really fast."
"Not anymore," I say, motioning to the slight change in her skin tone.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!" She screams, noticing.
"Calm down, it's only skin."
"YOU WOULDN'T BE SAYING THAT IF IT WAS YOUR SKIN!"
"Actually, I would. It happened to me, too."
"BUT STILL! IT'S NOT COOL!"
"Neither are the games, Clovey."
"MY NAME IS CLOVE! C-L-O-V-E! HOW HARD IS THAT FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND?!"
"Very hard." I say, smirking.
"Whatever."
I pull her around the table and kiss her. Now if only every day started like this.

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