Blood streamed down Clove’s neck, staining her clothes. “I’ll be okay. Lay down, I’ll fix you up.” Clove opens her bag, squeezing a liquid over Cato’s wounds, stopping the bleeding. She poured some water over the wound, grimacing, trying not to hurt him. She places some bandages over his wounds, taking a deep breath. “Is that it, or are there more?” She asks, beginning to feel very lightheaded from blood loss.Clove’s nightmare started as they all do. A dream. She was back home in her district in the training academy with Marcus. “Nice shot, pip-squeak.” He said with a grin as Clove threw a knife at the bullseye. Clove grinned at the familiar voice, turning. “Jealous?” She asked, smirking. “Maybe,…
You’re welcome.Don’t get too anxious. I’ll kill you when I feel like it.
Isn’t anyone going to die?
Promising. Thank you for that thought.
Don’t get too anxious. I’ll kill you when I feel like it.
Isn’t anyone going to die?
Sure. Sorry, my iPod is being a piece of work.//clove, since sometimes our messages don’t work, since i wrote a self para the other day about him waking up during an attack, can i change the end of yours where they both wake up with injuries. does that make sense?
Clove’s nightmare started as they all do. A dream. She was back home in her district in the training academy with Marcus. “Nice shot, pip-squeak.” He said with a grin as Clove threw a knife at the bullseye. Clove grinned at the familiar voice, turning. “Jealous?” She asked, smirking. “Maybe, although you probably aren’t as good with a sword.” He said. “Is that a challenge?” She asked, picking up a decent sword, holding it ready. “You bet it is.” He grinned, thrusting his sword near her chest, but Clove blocked it before it was a kill. “Not quite so snide now, hm?” She said with a grin. That was the end of the dream and the beginning of the nightmare. Marcus’s image slowly decintigrated with an orange goo that started in his stomach, spreading throughout his body. Clove stood motionless, either from shock or nightmare making it that much more unpleasant. She saw images of Glimmer being ripped to pieces, Marvel bleeding to death and Cato being stabbed in the back while Clove stood and watched. She woke up screaming. A white demon was clawing at her neck. Her blood stain the ground. She grabbed a knife, stabbing the monster that sought out for her slaughter. As weak as she was from the lack of blood, she pushed Cato urgently, waking him. “Cato! Cato!” She screamed, pointing to the invading mutts.Clove nods. “They can’t get to us. Never,” She let a yawn escape, followed by a sigh. “Is it just me, or did you suddenly get tired too?” She squirms around a little, trying to wake herself up. She yawns again, her eyes fluttering. “I think… I’m going… to…” Her eyes shut, collapsing into a…
Clove nods. “They can’t get to us. Never,” She let a yawn escape, followed by a sigh. “Is it just me, or did you suddenly get tired too?” She squirms around a little, trying to wake herself up. She yawns again, her eyes fluttering. “I think… I’m going… to…” Her eyes shut, collapsing into a slumber. That’s when the nightmares start.“I suppose you’re right, Cato.” She sighs, fidgeting with her necklace again. The necklace made her sad sometimes; it reminded her of Marcus more than anything. “I just want you to know, I know how you’re feeling now,” She murmurs, biting the inside of her cheek.
Cato nodded, taken aback by her…
“I suppose you’re right, Cato.” She sighs, fidgeting with her necklace again. The necklace made her sad sometimes; it reminded her of Marcus more than anything. “I just want you to know, I know how you’re feeling now,” She murmurs, biting the inside of her cheek.She shook her head, staring at the ground. “No… You needed me, and I was being selfish,” She laughs, biting her lip. This all seemed so easy at first; the Games. Nobody ever mentioned how mentally challenging it was.
Cato smirked slightly, feeling the need to convince her otherwise. “It’s not…
She shook her head, staring at the ground. “No… You needed me, and I was being selfish,” She laughs, biting her lip. This all seemed so easy at first; the Games. Nobody ever mentioned how mentally challenging it was.Clove nods, staring at her feet. “I’m sorry for running off like that.” She bites her lip, running her fingers over the soft skin on her arm. She didn’t like the sudden tension between them. It was unlike them.
Cato shook his head, somewhat thankful for the time alone himself. And yet both of…