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A Sword Is Like A Knife

By FinnickOdair_Will_Live_Forever

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The Gang

I don't own The Hunger Games. :(

Three Weeks Later:

The sound of my phone ringing startled me so much that I almost rolled right of bed. I picked it up; the call was from an unknown number. I pressed the answer button and held it to my ear.

"Hello?" I said, stifling a yawn.

"Is this Clove?"

"Yes, who is this?" I asked warily.

"It's Marvel."

"What do you want?" Marvel was one of the ones who hated me for breaking up with Cato.

"I'm in Martinsburg." He sighed.

"Um, okay?" Why was he calling me to tell me he was forty minutes away from Berkeley Springs? I was pretty sure that it was one of the closest cities to us.

"Let me finish. I'm in Martinsburg, about to bail out Cato. He was caught shoplifting; I think he's going to get fined." Marvel sighed again.

"You're kidding, right?" I asked, shocked. Cato had been going of the rails lately. He got suspended two weeks ago for three days for starting fights. He was failing all his classes and he'd been missing school. He'd started hanging out with this guy called Boggs, who was three years older than Cato and had a weird scar going down his back. Boggs wasn't what you would call a nice person. Now this?

"Unfortunately, no. I promised my dad I'd come down and see him because he lives in this area. Could you come pick Cato up? We're at the correctional centre."

"And there's nobody else you could call?" I sighed and ran a hand over my head.

"No, sorry. He's kind of cut himself off from all of his friends except me." Marvel answered.

"I'll be there as soon as I can." I sighed again and pulled a jumper on over my vest top.

"Thanks, Clove. He misses you, you know."

"I miss him too." I admitted.

"Then give him another chance! I'm sure that he's only doing this because of you." Marvel said.

"Are you blaming me for this? Because he was the one playing tonsil tennis with Becca Williamson!" I snapped quietly, because Lydia was still sleeping.

"I didn't mean it to sound like that. Cato doesn't deal with heartbreak very well. I think he's only been broken up with once before, when he was fifteen. It damaged his pride, but he got over it after, like, two days. I've never seen him like this before. I think that he's hurting badly and just trying to get your attention, even if he doesn't realise that that's what he's doing."

"Marvel, you sound like some kind of guru. What are you, the lovemeister?" I rolled my eyes.

"Just give him another chance, Clove." He sighed.

"It's not that simple. I'll see you soon." I hung before he could tell me that it was that simple, if I stopped letting my pride get in the way.

-Line Break-

"Get in the car." I said as I pulled up next to the correctional centre. Marvel and Cato were sat on a bench, and Cato looked pretty pissed off.

"See you guys later." Marvel said after Cato had climbed into the passenger seat next to me. He smirked and walked off down the street, looking as arrogant as ever. I rolled my eyes and turned to face Cato.

"So what did you try and steal? Vodka? Beer? Condoms?" I asked, pulling back into the road and driving the opposite way to Marvel.

"I don't have to answer that. Why did you even agree to come and get me? We both know I'm not exactly your favourite person right now." He asked, looking out the window.

"Marvel asked. He said something about you having no other friends." I smirked. His head shot round t face me.

"What? That jerk. I have friends."

"Yeah, Boggs." I sighed and absentmindedly started playing with my hair, keeping one hand on the steering wheel. "What are you doing to yourself, Cato?"

"Nothing. I'm the same person I was four weeks ago, only now I'm single." He said bitterly. "Why do you care, anyway?"

"I'm worried about you." I answered truthfully. I hadn't been with Cato for a month now and I was missing him like crazy.

"Really? You didn't seem worried when I was in hospital two weeks ago, unconscious for two hours because I had to have my shoulder popped back into place!" He said loudly, not quite shouting yet.

"Oh, I was worried. I stayed next to you and then I left when I saw you were waking up because the Cato I knew is long gone." I said, silencing him. He looked guilty for the rest of the ride back to Berkeley Springs.

"You can drop me off at the Bandstand." He said, his voice cracking from not speaking for almost an hour.

"What? No, I'm taking you straight home. I need to make sure you don't do anything else stupid."

"Just do it, Clove." He sighed.

"Fine." I said simply. I pulled up next to the park entrance.

"Tulips, right?" Cato said as he got out of the car.

"What about them?"

"They're your favourite flower, aren't they?" He leaned against the open car door.

"Yes…"

"Well, that's what I was trying to steal. I didn't have enough money on me for a full bunch. I'm not completely gone yet, Clovey." He grinned as he slammed the door shut and walked off in the direction of the bandstand.

Cato's POV:

I know what she thinks. It's the same as what everyone else thinks. They think that I've changed, become a bad person and now I do drugs, start fights and get laid all day because I think I'm so badass. To be honest, I just felt like I needed a change. I thought that maybe a new lifestyle and new friends would help me get over Clove. Yeah…It hasn't worked yet.

"Cato, you showed. I heard you got arrested and thought you were done for, man." Boggs grinned as I approached him at the Bandstand. Boggs was twenty, and a pretty dangerous guy. He was a member of a gang down in Martinsburg. He'd been sent up her for recruiting and had found me.

"I wouldn't miss this." I said, keeping my face blank of emotion. Showing emotion around guys like Boggs was a stupid idea, one that could get you killed. He reached into his pocket and brought out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He lit one and offered me the pack. He laughed when I shook my head.

"I forgot, you think you're way to above the rest of us to have a ciggie." He grinned like a mad man.

"If I thought that, I wouldn't be here. Would I?" I glared at him.

"Suppose so. You ready?" He asked, taking a knife from his belt. I lifted up my shirt and turned around.

"Yeah. Go ahead." I tensed, waiting for the pain.

"Easy there, Mr Eager. You only get half the scratch now and the other half in a year's time if we decide to make you a full member." He informed me.

"Yeah, I got that. Do it already, I haven't got all fucking day." I said through gritted teeth. I heard Boggs chuckle, then I felt the knife piercing my skin. He dragged it down half the length of my back, starting at my left shoulder. I bit down on my cheeks to stop myself from making any kind of noise.

"Cato Ludwig, as I draw this knife across this back I offer to you the chance to join El Valiente. Do right by us and we will do right by you. Win against whatever we throw at you and in a year's time you may find yourself a full member. If we deem you worthy of the gang, your scar will be complete." He said the words as he dragged the knife across my back. When the half line was complete, he hid the knife in his belt again.

"You might wanna get a bandage on that." He smirked.

"Will do." I muttered. I started to walk away, but Boggs called me back.

"We have the first test. It's Monday tomorrow. We want to set your little school on fire. It can be whenever you want, but it has to be this week."

"Okay." I said. As I was walking away, I decided that I'd pull the fire alarm and then burn the place. At least that way I could make sure Clove and Marvel were out of the building. I pulled my shirt over my head as I walked and it instantly stuck to my back. I could feel the blood trickling. I only lived twenty minutes from here; hopefully I could get home before I bled out. I walked out of the gate and almost slapped myself. Clove was still sat in her car, watching me walk slowly along. She must have noticed the blood trail because her eyes widened and she rolled down the window.

"Get in the car. Now. I'm taking you to the hospital." She said, narrowing her eyes.

"No. I'd rather bleed out and die than go to that stupid place again." I frowned.

"Then I'll take you back to mine and stitch you up. Just getting in the car before I fucking make you."

"Aw, Clovey. You do care." I said sarcastically before pulling myself into her car.

"Lean back and I won't." She said, eying my bloody t-shirt.

So, this fic is coming to an end soon. :( But I have a sequel planned and it'll be up really soon after I finish this one. If it isn't, it's because I have two other ideas for Clato stories that I'm interested in writing. :) Oh, and thank you for all the reviews. They mean so much to me that I've decided to update again today. That and I'm bust tomorrow. :)

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