A Sword Is Like A Knife

He's Not So Tough

I don't own The Hunger Games. :( Also, a word on Katniss' OOCness. I think that she was hostile and untrusting because of the world she was living in. So with no Panem, no Hunger Games and no starving family to feed, I think she would have grown up more like how I'm portraying her in this story. But that's just my opinion. :)

"I did not kill my own brother!" I screamed, a tear making its way down my cheek. I angrily wiped it away, I would not give Glimmer the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

"If you'd have just been braver, he'd still be alive. It's your fault, Clovey." She sneered. I resisted the urge to snap her neck, and sprinted outside. I ran not caring where I was going. I didn't know the area anyway, so I knew I would end up lost. I stop running when I reached a small children's park. I threw myself down onto one of the swings and buried my face in my hands. I heard footsteps and my head darted up again.

"Clove, want to talk?" Katniss said softly, and sat down on the swing next to me.

"Not really." I answered, fighting back tears. I am Clove Fuhrman. I do not cry.

"That's okay." She said, and we sat in silence until we heard another pair of footsteps. I kept looking at the floor, not really caring who it was. I figured it was probably Peeta and that he'd ran after Katniss.

"Leave, Cato. She doesn't want you here." Katniss said, and I could hear the dangerous calmness in her voice.

"Let her tell me that for herself, then." He sounded slightly pissed, but I didn't if it was because of me or Katniss. Maybe it was Glimmer. No, Clove. Not gonna happen.

"It's okay, Katniss. Let's hear the bastard out. He better have come bearing gifts, though." I wiped my nose with my sleeve, erasing all evidence of me ever being upset. I eyed him unforgivingly, silently telling him that if he made one wrong move his head would be rolling.

"Fine." Katniss said simply.

"Don't get pissy with me Clove, I didn't do anything wrong." He said, annoyed.

"Not doing anything is just as bad as saying stuff like Glimmer said!" I protested.

"I came after you, didn't I?" Cato said, shocking me into silence. He had followed me. He had left Glimmer and his friends behind and came after me. I decided to cut him some slack.

"You're right. What do you want?" I sounded more annoyed than angry now. Katniss' phone started to vibrate in her pocket. She pulled it out, read her message and rolled her eyes.

"I have to go. Will you be okay if I leave you with dickhead over here?" She asked, serious.

"Yeah, he's not so tough." I replied.

"I am." He mock pouted for the second time that day. Noticing that I was not in the mood for joking around, he went back to being serious. He waited until Katniss had left before saying,

"I'm so, so sorry about Glimmer." He looked at me with such a sincere expression that it made me wonder how on earth a guy like him got stuck with Glimmer. Even if he was an ass sometimes.

"It's not your fault." I mumbled, not meeting his eyes.

"No, but I could have done something. Said something. I could have stopped her but I didn't." He ran a hand through his hair. "Look, Clove. You're my training partner. You have my back and I have yours. We need to be able to trust each other fully."

"I suppose so."

"So can we at least try to be friends?" Cato asked.

"I don't know. Your girlfriend hates me." I said.

"I don't care what Glimmer thinks about you, this is my life!" He dropped to his knees in front of me and gripped my wrists.

"Not my wrists, Cato. Let go of my wrists!" I screamed, pulling my wrists out of his grip.

"What happened? What happened that made you like this?"

"Like what? I'm fine." I lied.

"That's bull. You have this thing about people touching your fingers and your wrists. I saw that Beetee kid go to shake your hand the other day and you completely blanked him." He gently wrapped his hand around my pointer finger and I breathed in deeply. "You can tell me. I used to train with Finnick; you can ask him how loyal I am. I won't tell anyone."

"O-okay. I need to tell someone about it anyway. I just don't want it to cloud people's judgement."

"It won't." Cato promised. I took a deep breath and started to tell him my story.

"For goodness sake Clove! Just be my girlfriend already!" Johnny yelled. It was raining heavily and he had been accompanying a fifteen year old Clove home from training. She hadn't wanted him to, of course. But she'd had no choice.

"You're not twelve, Johnny! Get over the fact that I will never like you! I have a boyfriend!" She yelled back. Johnny spun round and was on her like a whirlwind. Before she had a chance to react, he had grabbed her left wrist and snapped it. Clove screamed in pain before letting the tears run down her cheeks. She didn't deserve this. Nobody did. Don overlooked the whole thing because Johnny was his cousin. Clove sprinted the rest of the way home, clutching her wrist. She let herself in but instead of going straight to her room like she normally did after situations like this, she burst into Joey's.

"Clove? What's wrong?" Clove's seventeen year old brother Joey pulled her into his arms. When he did not get a reply he said, "I hate seeing you cry. What's wrong, Clo?" He squeezed her tighter and Clove let out a squeal. He pulled back from her and caught sight of her mangled wrist.

"It hurts, Joey." She said, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Tell me who did this." He said, dangerously calm. So Clove told him all about Johnny, and the abuse he'd been putting her through. She told him where he lived and after Joey had bandaged her wrist, Clove followed him to Johnny's house.

"Don't start a fight with him, Joey. He's the same height as you and he's trained. You're not." Clove had tried to stop him, but in the end Joey managed to coax Johnny out of his house. They had a brutal fist fight that went on for about ten minutes. With her wrist in two pieces, all Clove could do was cry and scream as Johnny delivered a brutal punch to Joey's cheek. He stumbled backwards, slipped in pile of blood and smashed his head on the pavement. Clove could still see the blood, smell it and feel the flecks hitting her skin long after they had buried Joey's lifeless body.

"That's not your fault, Clove. Is this Johnny guy in prison?" Cato asked when I was done telling him about my brother.

"No." I sniffed. "Joey started the fight. The police said it was accidental death in self-defence. He got off with six months in prison, and he was forced to move to Pennsylvania."

"Well if he ever comes round again, he can answer to me. You're a friend now."

Awww, they're slowly solving their issues. :)

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