Courtmaster
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- Oct 28, 2011
Scene 1 -- The tree
It was one of those moments where things happened so quick, one didn't even have time to process the turn of events. One moment, Cato was climbing up after the insufferable bitch from District Twelve, and the next he was on his back, trying to catch the wind that had been knocked out of him. He could see Katniss ascending higher, getting even further out of his reach. The thin branches that had so easily supported her small frame had snapped when Cato had attempted them. He was dimly aware of Glimmer sending a few arrows up at her, but since Katniss wasn't screaming in agony -- or become silent altogether -- he could only assume their blonde archer had missed.
Cato pushed himself to his feet, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. None of the other Careers were making an attempt to climb the tree, so Cato guessed he must have destroyed the only path up. They watched as Katniss stopped climbing, finding rest on a wide enough branch. She looked down at them, breathing heavily and gritting her teeth. Cato could tell she was wounded by the way she had run, even though none of them had tagged her.
"Let's just wait her out," Peeta, the boy from Twelve suggested. "She has to come down eventually or she'll starve, right? It's getting late, so we should just sleep until..." Peeta was interrupted by Cato's swift attack. The edge of his sword sliced through Peeta's throat, severing his jugular. Peeta's hand went up to the wound as he fell to his knees. His blue eyes were wide open in shock for a moment before fading entirely. He fell forward, dead within seconds.
"Does anyone else have any great ideas that involve not killing this bitch?" Cato demanded. The other careers seemed nonplussed at Peeta's death. In fact, most of them were smirking. "We haven't exactly exhausted our options by shooting a couple of arrows at her."
Clove hadn't once taken her hateful brown eyes off of Katniss. "I can shake her down," she said gleefully, producing a pair of throwing knives. Knowing that her prey wasn't going anywhere, she took an extra moment to carefully aim.
"Do it," Cato commanded, watching Katniss tense up, preparing for the attack. "We're going to kill you!" he shouted up helpfully at her. Clove launched the two blades in quick succession. Kat dodged the first one, but didn't dare move too much for fear of falling off the branch. The second knife plunged deep into her shoulder. She screamed, but didn't fall as Clove had promised. She planted herself back down on the branch, removing the blade and gripping it tightly.
"Th-thanks for the gift!" Katniss called down sarcastically, clearly bluffing through the pain. Blood oozed from her shoulder. "This is m-mine, now!" Clove narrowed her eyes, making a tsk sound. Cato wondered about that. She hadn't brandished any weapons at all up to this point, nor had she shown any remarkable talent during the training. And yet it was she who had been given the highest score by the judges. Even higher than Cato. It made no sense. Unless she had been exceptionally talented at giving Seneca Crane a blowjob. That was a theory he would have to personally test once they got her down.
"I say we just burn the tree down with her in it," Marvel muttered.
"The girl who was on fire, burned alive," Glimmer said with a chuckle. "I love it!"
Cato agreed that hearing her screams while being consumed by flames would be exquisite, but he wanted some up-close and personal attention with her that only a knife could provide. Still, fire was the best idea yet for getting her to jump. "Get it started."
Within ten minutes, the base of Katniss' temporary sanctuary was catching. Flames licked steadily up the trunk as Katniss watched with horror. "Fan out," Cato commanded the others, "but don't spread too thin. She's going to have to jump, so let's make sure she has nowhere to go." The four Careers surrounded the tree, positioning themselves so Katniss couldn't jump and land behind them. To escape, she would have to go through one of them.
Katniss continued ascending the tree in a panic as the fire chased her up. "You're gonna die!" Cato taunted her. "There's no use running!" Kat studied the careers for a few brief seconds, planning her next move, then jumped across several branches and leapt to the ground. She landed square on top of Glimmer, who was to Cato's right. He could hear Glimmer grunt, but it was a surprisingly wet sound. "Shit!" he exclaimed, running toward them. Katniss got up groggily, exposing to Cato's sight the knife sticking out of Glimmer's throat. She was already dead in a pool of her own blood. The girl who was on fire saw Cato barreling for her and took off in the opposite direction, but she was weary and injured, and it took Cato but a moment to close the distance. He tackled her, roughly pinning her to the ground. She made some strained sound from the back of her throat as she resisted him, but he was too big and too strong for her. He flipped her over onto her back, relishing the mixture of spite and terror in her large, green eyes.
Marvel and Clove whooped as they caught up. "Way to go!" Marvel exclaimed, licking his lips as he watched Katniss squirm.
"Pin her arms," Cato commanded the two of them. Once his temporary allies had her arms under control, Cato was free to use his own for better purposes. The spite in Kat's eyes gave way entirely to fear as he balled his hands into fists and began brutally pummeling the girl. He hit her with a flurry of punches, targeting her face, ribs, gut and tits, loving every moan, squeak and squeal that escaped her lips.
He was suddenly very aware of a warmth at his back, remembering that the tree was still ablaze, and very likely to catch to the rest of the trees nearby. Of course, the Game Masters would prevent an all out forest fire from burning down the whole arena, but one can never be too careful.
"Let's just kill her and go," Clove said, watching the fire nervously.
"N-no! Please...don't! I don't want to...!" Cato silenced Katniss with a fist to her mouth, busting her lip open.
"No, we're taking her with us," Cato said. "I haven't had a tenth of the fun I was planning with her yet." With a final punch to the head, he knocked Kat unconscious. "C'mon, let's go."
---- to be cont'd...
It was one of those moments where things happened so quick, one didn't even have time to process the turn of events. One moment, Cato was climbing up after the insufferable bitch from District Twelve, and the next he was on his back, trying to catch the wind that had been knocked out of him. He could see Katniss ascending higher, getting even further out of his reach. The thin branches that had so easily supported her small frame had snapped when Cato had attempted them. He was dimly aware of Glimmer sending a few arrows up at her, but since Katniss wasn't screaming in agony -- or become silent altogether -- he could only assume their blonde archer had missed.
Cato pushed himself to his feet, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. None of the other Careers were making an attempt to climb the tree, so Cato guessed he must have destroyed the only path up. They watched as Katniss stopped climbing, finding rest on a wide enough branch. She looked down at them, breathing heavily and gritting her teeth. Cato could tell she was wounded by the way she had run, even though none of them had tagged her.
"Let's just wait her out," Peeta, the boy from Twelve suggested. "She has to come down eventually or she'll starve, right? It's getting late, so we should just sleep until..." Peeta was interrupted by Cato's swift attack. The edge of his sword sliced through Peeta's throat, severing his jugular. Peeta's hand went up to the wound as he fell to his knees. His blue eyes were wide open in shock for a moment before fading entirely. He fell forward, dead within seconds.
"Does anyone else have any great ideas that involve not killing this bitch?" Cato demanded. The other careers seemed nonplussed at Peeta's death. In fact, most of them were smirking. "We haven't exactly exhausted our options by shooting a couple of arrows at her."
Clove hadn't once taken her hateful brown eyes off of Katniss. "I can shake her down," she said gleefully, producing a pair of throwing knives. Knowing that her prey wasn't going anywhere, she took an extra moment to carefully aim.
"Do it," Cato commanded, watching Katniss tense up, preparing for the attack. "We're going to kill you!" he shouted up helpfully at her. Clove launched the two blades in quick succession. Kat dodged the first one, but didn't dare move too much for fear of falling off the branch. The second knife plunged deep into her shoulder. She screamed, but didn't fall as Clove had promised. She planted herself back down on the branch, removing the blade and gripping it tightly.
"Th-thanks for the gift!" Katniss called down sarcastically, clearly bluffing through the pain. Blood oozed from her shoulder. "This is m-mine, now!" Clove narrowed her eyes, making a tsk sound. Cato wondered about that. She hadn't brandished any weapons at all up to this point, nor had she shown any remarkable talent during the training. And yet it was she who had been given the highest score by the judges. Even higher than Cato. It made no sense. Unless she had been exceptionally talented at giving Seneca Crane a blowjob. That was a theory he would have to personally test once they got her down.
"I say we just burn the tree down with her in it," Marvel muttered.
"The girl who was on fire, burned alive," Glimmer said with a chuckle. "I love it!"
Cato agreed that hearing her screams while being consumed by flames would be exquisite, but he wanted some up-close and personal attention with her that only a knife could provide. Still, fire was the best idea yet for getting her to jump. "Get it started."
Within ten minutes, the base of Katniss' temporary sanctuary was catching. Flames licked steadily up the trunk as Katniss watched with horror. "Fan out," Cato commanded the others, "but don't spread too thin. She's going to have to jump, so let's make sure she has nowhere to go." The four Careers surrounded the tree, positioning themselves so Katniss couldn't jump and land behind them. To escape, she would have to go through one of them.
Katniss continued ascending the tree in a panic as the fire chased her up. "You're gonna die!" Cato taunted her. "There's no use running!" Kat studied the careers for a few brief seconds, planning her next move, then jumped across several branches and leapt to the ground. She landed square on top of Glimmer, who was to Cato's right. He could hear Glimmer grunt, but it was a surprisingly wet sound. "Shit!" he exclaimed, running toward them. Katniss got up groggily, exposing to Cato's sight the knife sticking out of Glimmer's throat. She was already dead in a pool of her own blood. The girl who was on fire saw Cato barreling for her and took off in the opposite direction, but she was weary and injured, and it took Cato but a moment to close the distance. He tackled her, roughly pinning her to the ground. She made some strained sound from the back of her throat as she resisted him, but he was too big and too strong for her. He flipped her over onto her back, relishing the mixture of spite and terror in her large, green eyes.
Marvel and Clove whooped as they caught up. "Way to go!" Marvel exclaimed, licking his lips as he watched Katniss squirm.
"Pin her arms," Cato commanded the two of them. Once his temporary allies had her arms under control, Cato was free to use his own for better purposes. The spite in Kat's eyes gave way entirely to fear as he balled his hands into fists and began brutally pummeling the girl. He hit her with a flurry of punches, targeting her face, ribs, gut and tits, loving every moan, squeak and squeal that escaped her lips.
He was suddenly very aware of a warmth at his back, remembering that the tree was still ablaze, and very likely to catch to the rest of the trees nearby. Of course, the Game Masters would prevent an all out forest fire from burning down the whole arena, but one can never be too careful.
"Let's just kill her and go," Clove said, watching the fire nervously.
"N-no! Please...don't! I don't want to...!" Cato silenced Katniss with a fist to her mouth, busting her lip open.
"No, we're taking her with us," Cato said. "I haven't had a tenth of the fun I was planning with her yet." With a final punch to the head, he knocked Kat unconscious. "C'mon, let's go."
---- to be cont'd...
