Forever or never

Chapter 9-The last day of training

Clove’s point of view

The sunlight seeps in through the blinds creating a golden haze that engulfs the darkness in the room as the pair lay entwined in the bed sheets and each other’s arms. The girl’s ebony hair shields her face and the boy’s body casts shadows on her shoulders. The girl slowly begins to stir…

I stretch slowly awakening from my slumber and removed the curtain of hair from my face but the light cases me to squint. After regaining my vision I find myself looking at a familiar face .His eyes remain closed, deep in slumber, his eyebrows scrunched and jaw tensed. I lay in his arms taking the shape of his all too familiar face.

"Cato and Clove get up”

Loud pounding emits from the door and echoes around the room. Can’t we rest in peace? After all we do enter the arena in two days. I bury my face into Cato’s chest in reluctance to get up but he begins to stir whilst murmuring something along the lines of “It’s too early” He removes his body from mine and places his head in the pillow leaving me to brace the cold. I decide to leave him there and go shower. The hot water drags me away from my sleepy state and replaces it with the scent of coconut body wash and new found energy. After I finish I dry myself and my hair before tying it into a ponytail and dressing myself in the training gear. Then I go for breakfast, as I leave my room an avox is making my bed. Then the sound of an enraged Enobaria fills the whole floor with a heavy sigh I follow her voice.

Cato stands across from her with a face of pure fury; without warning he turns on me and encloses my fragile neck in his hand.
“Is it true?” his voice is filled with venom.

"Is what true?”

"That I’m just part of your victory plan” His words hit me like a pile of bricks.

“No. I-I mean yes,no,well you were but I was angry and I-“

"Shut up” he releases me and heads straight out the door without a second look.

Most people would cry at a time like this but I don’t feel anything; I’m numb. That all changes when I see Enobaria’s smug face. Suddenly all I feel is pure hatred as I fling myself at her but fail to knock her down. I’m flung into the wall but don’t hesitate to stand up and throw a knife at her. It embeds itself into her arm. She yanks it out whilst growling like an animal before she pounces on me and bites my arm. All her razor sharp teeth sink deeper into my skin and my cool red blood trickles down my arm. I don’t scream in pain- she doesn’t deserve that satisfaction. Eventually she releases me and walks away, wiping the blood from her mouth.

Brutus stands in utter shock at what just took place before his eyes whilst an avox tends to my arm. At least someone has some sense. She adds some capital cream before bandaging my arm up and sending me on my way. I grab some toast and head to training, determined to put this horror behind me. Today is clearly not going to be my day.

Cato’s point of view

I release all my anger on the dummies; chopping off arms,heads,legs and rendering them unrecognisable. How could I be so stupid? This is Clove. She never forgives anyone and she hates everything. I feel a light hand on my shoulder and turn my head to find myself inches away from Glimmer’s face. Her face is filled with pity, it sickens me.

“What?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yup” I cut her off and I guess she figures out I want to be alone. I wipe my forehead which is already drenched in sweat and hear everything go silent. I turn to see Clove exiting the elevator. She’s half an hour late and has a blood stained bandage on her arm. In comparison to the crimson she is whit as a ghost. She eats her toast and walks towards the knives ignoring all the stares. It’s her throwing arm that’s injured and everyone knows it. They think she’s easy pickings now. She puts the toast in her mouth, selects 5 knives and throws them at the moving targets with her eyes closed. 2 with her non-throwing arm and 3 with her injured one. They all still hit bulls-eye. She shows no sense of pain which enrages me more.