|Dancing on Gravestones
Author: IzzyandDesRoxSox PM
If this was how they were destined to die, with sneer grins on their faces and blood soaked hands, so be it...AU 'What If' drabble if Clove and Cato had been the victors instead of Katniss and Peeta. Clove/CatoRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Horror - Cato & Clove - Chapters: 9 - Words: 6,869 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 17 - Follows: 12 - Updated: 03-24-12 - Published: 06-01-11 - id: 7042484
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title: sweet dreams
summary: Marvel wanted to use his skills to be famous. Glimmer adored being used. Cato wanted to abuse Clove. And Clove loved to be abused by him...
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Those four were quite the odd ones.
They were supposed to stand in the line of a long histoery that traced back to seventy four years ago, where the same wealthy districts had their proud, broad Careers. All monstrous, heartless, and merciless.
But couldn't they be something more?
They were naturally breaking the rules (and b.r.e.a.k.i.n.g each other slowly) so what other rules were set for how they could act. They were raised to break rules anyways in the first place.
It makes no sense, and they never cared anyways.
Marvel was arrogant, and quite frankly in Clove's opinion, very ugly. Yet he still had the nerve to believe he could set himself up to appear as the scariest bad boy of them all and frighten the sponsors. According the legend, during one of the earliest Hunger Games, the boy selected from his district was so terrifying and actually beat up a Sponsor before the game to always send him supplies. Marvel thought he could do the same.
But the audience had already seen that. It's a been there done that case. Some stare with interest while others don't 'marvel' in awe like he longed for.
'Nice ironic little pun there.' Clove thinks to herself in dark humor as she looks back to her fallen comrade.
Cato was the real monster, and it wasn't from just appearance alone. His presence left the audience hungry for more, so it was really him they admired. He was the real reason they got some of their supplies via through fear.
She wasn't going to lie, despite Marvel's annoying presence, he could make himself useful. Sometimes. If he crossed the line or made a mistake he acted like a fanboy to Cato to stay on his good side.
It was kind or odd how Marvel lingered in the limelight. Never owning the spotlight like he dreamt of. He lived in a fearful shadow under Cato, and his death was caused from the spotlight stealing Girl on Fire. And she didn't even know his name,
Let's face it. Nobody had cared for Marvel. Nobody missed him or felt sympathetic or than his family of course. Clove didn't care, but he was still a haunting face in some of her flashback nightmares.
Glimmer reminded Clove of a doll all the little girls in her district loved to play with.
She was spitting image of one too. Undeniably beautiful, but something plastic and false in her presence rather than an aura of grace. It was like her perfectly white smile was so forced and her bubbly, ditzy personality at times was a show put on for the boys.
Glimmer adored attention. She loved being the center of it and the main spotlight, when the lights of the stage fell right on her and people would gasp in awe over her breathtaking beauty. She dreamed of being famous, and was so selfish enough she would've ditched her family for the fame. She was used to being spoiled and having her way, so she would've fit right in personality wise as a celebrity. Plus she looked more like a celebrity than a warrior about to head to her death. Wait. Warrior? Warrior is a term being too nice though, Glimmer was useless dead weight.
Cato only wanted Glimmer because her beauty could seduce the sponsors into getting things for them. She harbored a crush on him, but he never cared for her. She was just a dumb blond slut, and nothing more to him.
Clove had to agree. There was tensity that somehow the cameras had missed between the two women. Glimmer had the nerve to believe she had Cato under her beautiful spell like many other boys (Marvel included). Whenever Cato had left Clove and the group, Glimmer would follow right after and give a sideways glance to Clove.
It spoke of 'How could he ever want such an ugly girl like you? Watch me win him instantly.'
'You dumb bitch. You didn't win him or the games.' Clove rolled her eyes at the reminder. She hadn't exactly hated Glimmer necessarily, but that icy glare from her brought up bitter memories. To put it blunt, Clove preferred Glimmer's final resting place to be Hell rather than Heaven if it was her choice.
Cato owned power the minute he was born.
Good looking and smart, the perfect combination added to strength. Scars and injuries would've made him more fearsome. Money would've made him stronger in his power. Yet he didn't care for either of them.
He cared for her, Clove.
It was never the perfect love, but the perfect hatred. They had each other caught in a game right in the minute they had laid eyes on each other. A determined target to be saved especially later for the end.
'You are mine to kill only. Nobody else is to touch you, or so help me they die instead.' that was more or less the policy between the two. It was never actually said from their lips, but was 'said' over and over through their heads. They didn't even need to confirm telepathically that they had that same thought in mind.
They eagerly awaited for the final battle when in the end it'd be a fair fight between two true warriors. Defiant, brave, yet murderous. Perhaps arrogant, but at least with the evidence to prove otherwise. Cato had power. Clove had the strong senses.
And with that power, in a sense Cato had dominated her from the start of the games.
He could toy, taunt, and tease her. Yet protect her and destroy anything that stood in harm's way for her all while wanting to destroy her as well. He could make love to her and absolutely hate her guts at the same time and hope he brutally fucked her to death. He could threaten her with a knife dangling inches from her face all while longing to kiss her.
It was sick. But oh how Clove adored it.
She hated his presence yet when he was gone as well. How can you wish for someone to go away but want them to come back at the same time?
She hated how they lusted for each other in the most twisted way. Couldn't they just be hateful enemies and nothing more?
She loved it when she had the power over him. When he was in pain and realized finally that he should've rightfully feared her from the start.
It was vice versa when he had her on the floor instead.
And no matter what she would always, always hate him more no matter what he thought of hatred with her.
But yet, he was that drug she needed in her life.
'Use me, abuse me, I don't care about the pain. I just want you darling.' she whispered into his ear once, not quite sure why she had hot tears welling up in her eyes all while saying this.
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Hm...I don't feel like this is normally dark enough. :P Oh BTW the song is 'Sweet Dreams' by many artists. My personal favorite version is Emily Browning, but also Marilyn Manson and Eurythmics (or however the hell you spell that name).