Fake movies → By The Riverbank
(thriller, action, comedy)
“Nothing bad ever happens in Jackson, Mississippi.”
I fear the night - Neighbor (an AU Clato fanfic)
They call it a panic room. Because this is the only place where you can legally panic in this country. Or so to say, this is the only place in Panem where you are forced to panic no matter what. I always thought the Capitol was fond of our district, treated us like humans. But the more time I spend in this cell, the more I realize the districts that were on the Capitol’s side back in the Dark Days, those people are the real victims. They are forced to live in the lie that they mean something, that they wouldn’t be shot on the spot without a reason.
I’ve lost track of time in here. The only thing I know for sure is that we are underground, the walls are wet and the ground is sloppy. And that Cato is in the cell next to me, only a line of grids separating us. His screams are less and less frequent, but in the dim light I see him crawling in the mud, mumbling words to a person only he can see.
They would switch on the alarms every day for a few hours, since they figured out it makes me insane and start screaming. The first day I was strong enough not to, but then they beat Cato up right in front of my eyes. Why don’t they just kill me now? It would save them lots of time and money. But the answer’s so simple it almost makes me chuckle. They wouldn’t want to miss out on such great fun.
I hear footsteps, heavy leather soldier boots that already gave up seeing the sunlight ever again. They suffer, too, but they trick their own minds into thinking it’s for the greater good. And maybe they’re hoping they will one day get away from here. The grids shriek in disagreement, but they still let the strong hands slide the little gap open. I hear Cato moan in pain at the sound. The faceless man throws a slice of cheap bread in, and puts a small cup of dirty water on the ground. Then the grids scream again and he goes off to Cato’s cell.
Once he leaves, it takes just a couple of minutes for the alarm to start. The awful noise that sounds like a million children screaming for help, the on and off red lights make me nauseous. The bread is soaking in the mud, Cato’s crawling, shaking and crying. Kill me, just kill me already! My head hurts, and the first tears start rolling down my face. I see Dana, precious little Dana, as a group of Peacekeepers guard her away. Then I hear a shot, and another, and another. Someone’s screaming. The mud on the ground turns into a pool of blood, insects crawl up Cato and bite into his flesh.
Why can’t I do something? I try to reach him, but the blood hugs me in and doesn’t let me go. I see his face, covered in open wounds and pain. Why can’t I suffer physical pain, why can’t I just scream and die? Why do I have to bear all of this? Cato opens his eyes, looks at me with an empty face, like he has nothing left in this life. Then he turns into a wolf, I scream as the wolf bites off my arms, and then I blackout.
I fear the night - a Cato/Clove fanfic (preview)
“Come on!” Cato laughs as he drags me through alleys and dead gardens. We stop at strange sounds, like a dog barking and a small child’s cry. I have no idea where we’re going, but when the sounds are gone, I run with him anyway.
We’re getting closer and closer to the edge of the village. He can’t possibly think we could get out of here! And even if he does, we can’t. The fence that is supposed to protect us is three metres high, carefully crafted. The electricity never stops running in it.
“Where are we going?” I shout, out of air. I stop, letting go of his hands, waiting for an answer.
“Nowhere” he says. I look up. Is he playing a joke on me? “We’re already there.” He points at his left. I follow his eyes to see a small, hidden park that actually has a few patches of grass. There’s an old man sitting on the ground. As I see him, he looks up, his face tired of life, but his eyes flicker at me with urge.
“Who is he?” I ask in a hushed voice, bumping into Cato as I take a small step backwards. That old man’s face isn’t right. There’s a bird chirping in a rare tune, and then it fades away. The wind is cold and unfriendly. We’re standing in a graveyard.
I look up at Cato, scared I entered one of my many nightmares, and that I will find him twitching and screaming on the ground. But he’s standing steadily beside me, with a smile on his face. “Clove, I know I’ve never given you one single reason to trust me, or even like me” he stops for a bit. The old man pretends not to hear us. “I know I’m sometimes foul and mad at you, but I’d like to ask you something. And it’s not for the ears of your so-called friends, nor it is for the Capitol to hear.”
He bends down in front of me, looks up at me as he’s kneeling on the ugly ground that’s everywhere in the district. “Clove, will you marry me?”
AU Clato in which they get married in secret
“You never doubt the things you believe in. Because you believe in them for a reason, and that is that you find them truthful. Or you hope they are the right things to do. But when you start wondering what if you chose the wrong path, your world will break into little pieces like a dull doll after training.”
