𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | whatever i feel like

𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

*Heard this song and thought; this is Clato's song. So.... fanfiction*

*Cato's Pov switches*

We might just be unkind
But that's just how we're designed

"Hey Clover," I smirk, shoving the kid into a locker. 
"Do you mind?" The kid yells from the floor. 
"Hey, Cato," Clove hisses. "Ready to have some fun?" 
We grin at each other, before turning to the kid. He can't be older than twelve. 
The boy looks up at us, worry starting to flood his eyes.
"What are you doing?" The boy whispers. His eyes remind me of a panicked animal.
Clove pulls out a knife.
"Help!" He screams, attempting to get up.
"Now that was stupid," I growl, holding him to the ground. 
"Please don't hurt me," he whimpers. 
Clove puts her finger over her lips. 
"Shh," she hushes. 

Two hours later, a body is found in the janitor's closet. 

You got me so fucked up
Think about you most of the time
Then I think about losing my mind

I  pass my Clover in the hallway. Her brown hair is tied up in a french braid and she is wearing a leather jacket over a red crop top. Her black boots go up to her shin and I can see the knife handle poking out.
"Pity what happened to that boy the other day, ain't it," Clove smirks, blinking innocently. 
I press her against the orange lockers. The hallway is deserted. She is completely at my mercy. 
"What you gonna do, tough boy?" Clove leers, completely calm. She blinks her long eyelashes at me. 

We both got two-hour detentions after school for being late to class. 

I wanna stop before we're caught
But don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop

"Hey Glimmer," I smile with malice creeping into my grin. I don't know why it does, it just a reflex I guess. 
The blond falters. 
"Don't talk to me," she shouts softly. 
I tut. 
"What's wrong, Glimmer," I murmur, twirling my finger in her hair. 
"Don't!" She shouts. "I know you and Clove killed that boy! I don't want to be around murderers!"
I falter for a second before my lips curl. 
"Clove!" I call out, pinning Glimmer there so she can't move. "I have a present for you!"
She is there in a second. Her lips are tight, and I can't help but smirk. 
"I bought you a gift," I whisper in Clove's ear. 
"Perrrrrfect," Clove purrs. "I was wondering if you really loved me." She gives Glimmer a smug look. "And you you clearly do."

Glimmer's body was completely bloated when they found it drifting in the lake.

And I got things that I want
But you're on top
On top
On top

"I love you Clover," I whisper in Clove's ear.
She smirks. "I know."

I missed 10 calls from my mother. 

We're psychos forever
In diamonds and leather
We'll never get better

"Wanna have some fun?" Clove hisses. 

"You bet."

The stolen goods fit perfectly above my TV when they were reporting the news story. 

That's why I got these
Sick thoughts, sick thoughts
Sick thoughts, sick thoughts

"You wanna run?"
"Are you gonna hunt me down?" She smirks, completely at ease. 

My father yelled at me for being out in the woods at night.

Look what you've caused
You've got 'em too

"Look what you did Marvel," Clove flirts. 
He stutters. "I didn't mean to..."
"Well, that's too bad," I sneer. "Cause your dead now!"

The blood ruined Marvel's jacket that I was so jealous of. 

Wanna know what's makin' you numb
Beautiful when the damage is done
You know me, I won't budge

"I saw you flirting with Gale, Clove!" I roared. 
She blinked up at me. 
"So what?" She says, smug. 
"You're mine," I growl. 
She wraps her hands around my neck.
"Ok. All yours."

I wanna stop before we're caught
But don't stop
Don't stop
Don't stop

"I need to ask you about the people that are dying,"  my sister asks softly. 
I look up.
She hesitates. "Are...you...killing them?"
I glare at her. 
"Now, I thought you were dumber than that," I smirk. "I guess I underestimated you."
She runs upstairs and calls out for help. I can hear her on the phone the police. 
I send a text to Clove. 

The blood pouring out of her side stained the wooden floor. 

Look at us, look what we started
I'm so sick and broken-heartedSick thoughts, sick thoughts (sick thoughts)

I can hear the sirens outside the house. Clove's face is set in a smirk, and I pull out my sword. 
We are going down, but not without a fight. 

Sixteen policemen died before they got us. 

Look what you've caused (you caused)
You treat me rough (me rough)

I look over at Clove in the handcuffs, her mouth restrained to stop her from biting any police. 
"We won Clove," I whisper, my grin stretching across my face.
 "Tomorrow we die, so we can be together," I yell, screaming at the sky. 

You've got 'em too
Sick thoughts, sick thoughts (sick thoughts)
Sick thoughts, sick thoughts (sick thoughts)
Look what you've caused (you caused)You've got 'em too

We stand in front of the firing squad, and I grab Clove's hand. 
"Now we will rule hell!" She shouts.
"Always!" I yell back.