The Tributes of Two
The careers from two, They’re supposed to be nothing but ruthless killing machines. Murderous monsters. They say it’s what they’re destined for. They crave fame. They kill for pride. For them, there’s no such thing as love because all they are supposed to be is brutal and bloody.
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i hate the way i need you when i don’t know where you are.
‘Cato’s speech at the end is meant to be his redemption! It shows that he’s not a bad guy after all, just a child!’
A better redemption, rather than him showing pity for himself, would’ve been something more along the lines of him showing compassion for another person. Showing his horror at the death of another human being, particularly one he’d become close with. You know, like the original ‘redemption’ in the fucking book.
The name called didn’t matter. This was District Two. Tributes weren’t chosen a week before the Games. They were made from birth. They were born knowing the year they’d enter the Games. They were born knowing exactly when to call out the infamous “I volunteer!” salute. There was a certain peacefulness in knowing you had a small portion of control over such terrible things.
Except the name was called and the female career for this year said nothing. She stood there. Staring at the ground. She was a coward. Clove knew it from their first meeting, but this was beyond a disgrace. District Two would forever remember her as such. But the real disgrace was the fact that other districts would know their female career backed out at the last second. And that Cato would be coming in with someone who wasn’t prepared for war.
She couldn’t have that.
Everyone’s eyes were on the career who was not volunteering, except for his. His eyes were strictly on her and she felt them from across the courtyard. Willing her to keep her mouth shut. Knowing her well enough to know she couldn’t, but he hoped nonetheless.
“I volunteer!” She cried out.
There was a silent release of tension as she started toward the Justice Hall steps. This wasn’t her year. She was supposed to go next year, but her district needed her. Cato needed her. He’d come home this way, like he always promised her he would.
The name wasn’t even out of the jar when Cato’s voice filled the silent courtyard. She watched with a strong stare as he climbed the stairs. Their district cheered, relieved that this embarrassment was sidestepped. His eyes met hers in a challenging way. He didn’t want her to volunteer, but he was surged with pride at her willingness to do so.
Yes, he’d come home. She just wouldn’t be there to greet him.
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❝we’re catching bullets between our teeth; (it’s hard to do, but they’re so sweet.❞
Clove is a powerful woman with powerful enemies. She asks the Capitol Agency for the best they have. They send her Cato.
“I ask for the best and they send me a male model on a power trip.” Clove spits, fingers scrambling through the contacts on her iPhone.
“I am the best,” he replies slowly, impatiently. “Do you think these guns are just accessories?”