The Games Continue...

I laughed at another funny comment by Marvel about Glimmer, allowing myself to push his arm slightly. It was very amusing to hear what he had to say about her, since he knew her before the Games. Even then he didn't like her. She was always talking about boys and meaningless things. It's a wonder she could hold up a bow, let alone shoot with it! But Marvel said she was very skilled with the bow and I believed him. He showed his work when we saw Glimmer and Cato practicing their shooting skills. She was almost as skilled as Cato. I was impressed, but that feeling was replaced with disgust when her arrow hit another target perfectly and she rubbed her back against Cato's chest. My lunch was about to leave my stomach, but I noticed Cato looking at us again and held it together. Marvel took my arm and literally dragged me to his favorite place – the spear-throwing station. He was very good at it and I made a note to myself not to get on his bad side when there's a spear near by. But I doubt he'll do anything to me. He says that killing will come natural to him, he won't even flinch, but he is also very friendly. At least with me. So I don't think he'll kill me unless he really needs to. So I'm safe, for now.
   As his spear pierced the heart of another dummy, he walked over to me with a grin and handed me a spear. My first reaction was to lift my eyebrows at him and push it away gently. Spear-throwing wasn't my thing. Knives were. I could throw them the way Marvel throws a spear. I'll eventually drag him to throw a few knives with me, but I don't think dragging him will be as easy as him dragging me. So I had to give him a reason to come with me voluntarily.
   "Alright fine, I'll throw the damn spear! Just calm down already!" I sighed and took the spear from his hands. He smiled and that made my glare melt a bit before turning my back and concentrating on the target. Like I said, throwing spears wasn't my thing. But I was ready to give it a go. Easier said that done. The spear looked like a stick in Marvels hand, but in mine, it looked like a branch. The way he held it, he made it look like the lightest thing in the world. I felt like I was carrying Marvel himself. And throwing it – he not only made it seem easy, but beautiful, they way the deadly weapon flies and takes down its target with one strike. I haven't throw it yet, but I know it won't look that way with me. It angers me at first, but I just have to image holding the knife in my hand and my temper cools. Lifting up the heavy weapon, all of it's weigh shifted and I felt it heavier than ever. My teeth were clenched together as I threw the spear and watched it strike the dummy right in the heart.
   "Wow! Nice throw, Clove!" Marvel laughed from behind me. My tense grimace had melted and shifted into a grin. I did it. I threw a spear – one of the heaviest and hardest weapons to wield. And without any practice I had mastered it and had felt its power in my hands. I liked it.
   "Well what did you expect? I'm a natural at this. Remember?" I turned face to face with him a mischievous smile. His smile had turned into a grin, like a teachers face lights up when he sees his student succeed.
    "Yes you are. Very good Clove. Very good indeed…" He looked at me straight in the eyes and padded my shoulder gently.
    "Now it's time for you to see my weapon of choice." I smiled, allowing one slight wink before walking away, Marvel close behind me. I expect him to be skilled with the knives, we were Careers. And we were both trained for this. But I had always focused on close combat, knife-throwing and others, but I had never worked with a spear. Cato had offered to teach me to throw a spear. He was also good at it, but I always refused. I knew that if I accepted, he would think I'm one of those girls, who melt over him and just want an excuse to be around him. I've seen him train without his shirt off at times, which explains a lot. I didn't want to be one of those girls, even though I must admit he is very muscular. But I never really let myself think too much about that. I've always hidden my feelings towards other people, especially boys. No, not hide. Ignore. Every time I get close to someone, something in my brain snaps and I just go numb about them. I've never let anyone close to me. Close to the real me. And I don't think I ever will. If I'm going to win out there, I need to feel nothing towards everyone. Even Cato. Even Marvel.
   My thoughts were interrupted my Marvel, tapping on my shoulder a bit. I turned to him, lifting up my eyebrow. He bit his lower lip and pointed to something behind me with his eyes. Turning my head around, my hands immediately turned into fists, my teeth clenching again and my eyes narrowing. That little bitch!
   Mumbling something into her ear, Cato moved a lock of her golden hair away from her face while gently stroking her hand. Her face lid up and she giggled a little. He took a step back, but still holding her hand, and they both began to walk away. That's it! She went too far away and she is about to pay!
  "Why. You. Little!" I growled and began to run towards them, ready to choke her to death and turn that pretty little face of hers into my cats litter box. I didn't even take one step when Marvels hand met around my waist and pulled me back.
   "Let me go, I'm going to kill her!" I yelled, trying my best to pull away from him. It was no problem for him to hold me back, even though my nails were sinking into his arm. I was so angry I wasn't thinking about anything. There were two words locked into my mind – Kill Glimmer. Kill, kill, kill. I wasn't even thinking what was going to happen after that. My hatred for her was now officially confirmed and I was ready to kill her at all cost. At all cost!
   "Clove, Clove, calm down!" Marvel said behind me, his lips closer than wanted to my ear.
   "Calm down?! That little-"
    "Yes, yes, I know, I can see!" He interrupted me, making me struggle even more. I was about to break his nose with my elbow when Glimmer turned around, meeting my gaze. Her first reaction was to grin, flashing me a pair of her perfect teeth that I was planning on turning into a necklace once I give her the ugliest facial. But when her eyes met Marvels, her smile faded and her teeth clenched together like mine. That's right. I'm guessing she felt the same way about Marvel as I did for Cato. She must've been too busy flirting with Cato that she forgot about Marvel. If she was trying to make me jealous by talking to my district mate, she succeeded. But now her face was the one that was turning green with envy. And I enjoyed it. A taste of her own medicine. I like it.
   Her lips were now pressed together with rage, and I could swear I could see her biting the inside of her mouth. She quickly turned her head around and returned to chatting with Cato, tightening the grip around his hand that looked giant compared to hers. For a moment, Cato turned around, our eyes met, making me smile. His teeth clenched together before he turned to Glimmer again.
   "See?" Marvel whispered, his hot breath on my neck, sending chills up and down my spin.
   "Fine, fine, let me go!" His grip loosened and I pulled away, sighing loudly. His sheepish smile was back, watching the two of our district mates walk away together.
   "Did you see the way she looked at you?! I haven't seen that look in years!" He laughed, making me smile shyly. Yeah, he was right – the look she gave me was priceless.
   "Yeah, it was hilarious!" I let myself laugh, Marvel joining in.
    "Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea, you getting angry. You should do that more often if it'll make her look like a frog." He laughed again and we began to walk again.
    "I might if you don't touch me!" I looked up at him. He licked his lips before smiling and nodding to the direction we were heading.
    "Come on, let's see how you throw knives."