I'll Call Your Name (A District 2 FanFiction)
Cato and Clove have always been my favorite characters in the Hunger Games, so I decided to write a FanFiction about them. This FanFiction will be told in third person, but it will focus mainly on Cato and Clove. If you're looking for a story filled with romance, this is NOT it. This will mainly stick to the book and partially to the movie!
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There was something else that shined in her eyes other than despondence. It was betrayal. Her hair was tousled and her cheeks were wet and red. Had the peacekeepers done more to her than haul her away?
"What were you thinking?" she said indignantly, searching Cato's face for any sign of regret.
"I'm sorry." he mumbled stiffly, taking her into his muscular arms. "But I have to win," he whispered into her hair. "For Host."
Dalia Foley looked at him as she released him from her arms. Cato wanted her to say something, but instead his mother just shook her head sadly as tears brimmed her eyes. "I love you, Cato. Never forget that." This was the last thing she said to him before she was pushed out of the room, then out of his view.
The train station was overcrowded with reporters, and the cameras' bright flashes of light that went off every second were nearly blinding. Careed prodded Clove and Cato towards the sleek, silver train doors that slided open smoothly.
As they stepped inside, Clove couldn't deny the surprise that shook her mind as she examined the size and luxury of the train - even District 2 wasn't nearly as lavish as this. Velvet cushions were placed by a sturdy table on which several foods, beverages, and pastries sat. Long, large windows on each side of the train were covered with silky curtains that were not quite thick enough to beat the sun's effulgent light.
"Lovely, isn't it?" Careed sighed delightfully.
Clove said nothing. She shifted her gaze to the ceiling above her, which was unexpectedly tall. Her parents' voices were still ringing in her ears, overlapping each other until Clove felt as if her head was about to explode. The things they'd said flooded her mind, and she felt as if she were a single flower petal being severed by a blade.
Her buzzing thoughts were penetrated by Careed's ecstatic voice. "Now, let me show you to your chambers!" She led Clove and Cato down the narrow hall, before stopping at a certain door.
"This one's all yours," she nodded at Clove. Careed nodded at Cato and motioned toward a room down the hall "And that, dear, is yours. There are fresh clothes in the dressing chambers for you. You may do whatever you please, and we will come collect you for supper in an hour."
Clove's room was simple -- but just as luxurious. She took a quick, cool shower as an effort to clear her mind before changing into a fresh set of clothes. Not long afterwards, girl with strange gray eyes came to get her and escorted her to the dinner hall.
Careed, Cato, and two young adults who must have been mentors were already waiting for Clove. She took the empty seat next to Cato.
Careed smiled. "Clove. Why don't you introduce yourself to your mentors, Enobaria and Toquin?"
Clove studied the grown man and woman across from her. "Clove." she introduced herself, holding her hand out to shake theirs. Enobaria had dark hair and even darker cold eyes that were lined with thick lashes. Her skin was olive toned, her toned arms muscular. She was striking, yet just as intimidating.
Toquin had red hair that seemed to be natural, despite the streak of flaming orange peeking out behind his ear. A goofy grin was on his face, but it didn't seem to reach his pale blue eyes. The two of them seemed so different, and the contrast between the two mentors was so visible it seemed odd that they sat so close to each other.
"So we've got two volunteers this year," Toquin observed, his eyes lingering on Clove for a split second before darting to Cato. "I take it both of you assume you're ready?"
"My trainer says I'm the best in the District," Cato stated arrogantly, and looked almost challengingly at Toquin.
"Did he?" Toquin's bored tone made Cato seem overeager and ignorant.
Clove couldn't help but snort. She kept her eyes locked on her food, but she didn't hide the smirk on her face.
"Anything you wanna say, Clover?" Cato zeroed in on her.
Something told her she didn't want Cato as an enemy, but she wouldn't back down. She'd only end up looking like more of a target rather than an opponent. A coward.
"Call me Clover again, and you'll be the first to die." Clove said, looking him dead in the eye. He raised his eyebrows at this, amused.
Careed forced a light laugh, obviously uncomfortable, as an effort to break the icy tension rising in the air around them.
Toquin continued, "Whether or not you think you're ready, you're not." He looked at Cato, then locked eyes with Clove.
"Nobody's ever ready for the games."