#brutalkillercato

Date night was a great idea, it made things more interesting and fun again. And tonight they had decided to go see a movie, something they hadn't done in a while. He probably should have gotten the hint when in the cinema they were the only ones in the back and their were barely a few people at the front. And after an hour, well it was boring as hell.

Abilities, the term was used for many things. But nothing like this in the normal world, no these people were kept secret. The fact they had powers that wouldn't be seen as normal in the world, so they were sent to a special academy where they learned how to harbor and use them for good.

Peeta Mellark was a new student, only recently getting his ability to conjurer fire. And he was far from being able to control it, whenever he got upset or nervous it was literally explode.

All the students were stood around in a large circle, well all the males that is. The females were off doing the same in another room. They were all in a circle, eyes closed as they were speaking an oath to the academy, once it was finished they all let go and were set about their own business for the day.

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Cato was warm in a way Marvel had never been. There was a fire within the tribute - a fire that couldn't be extinguished by blood or by fame. Marvel knew somehow that even if Cato were to win, the fire that burned inside of him would never truly die out. If anything, it would grow stronger.

Somehow, this was all that Marvel could think of as he lay beside Cato by the river, the stings of the tracker jackers making his head spin. Cato's head was on his stomach, and images of burning lava and of volcanoes flashed before the tribute's eyes. 

Send me a “( ø∑ø)” for our muses to wake up next to each other in the early morning after a One Night Stand together.

The first thing Marvel felt was soreness. It was a tiredness in his muscles that was different than the soreness and aches that would accompany training. No, it was different.

When he finally sat up, the bruises littering his arms and chest became visible even in the dimness if the room. He sighed and stretched his arms above his head in an attempt to alleviate a small amount of the pain.

With a quick glance to his ‘sparring partner’, Marvel stood, thankful for the distance between them on the bed. With Cato still sleeping, Marvel dressed himself. He took the pen and small pad of paper on the bedside table to scrawl a quick note in sloppy writing.

2,Decent performance. I’d give it a 7. I’d practice if I were you.-1

Angsty Sentence Starters

Anger was met with anger. Marvel wrapped his arms around Cato's torso tightly, wishing - if only this once - that he could be bulky and strong instead of lanky and fast. 

"Go ahead!" He managed through gritted teeth. He would stay like this as long as he needed to. Even when Cato forgot how to be himself and remembered only the broken robot he was shaped into, Marvel would stay, holding onto the ex-tribute with a determination that only came with the things he truly needed.

"Interesting." His eyebrows raised. "What are you doing here?"

Two more people have been added on the list but I couldn't make a post last night due to post limit!

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