Hi! This is a new story and if a single person likes it I will be celebrating for months! The reason i'm writing this is because I love Kato/Catniss stories but many people write it all wrong! So I decided togive it a try! In this story Cato is not the hidden teddy bear everyone wants him to be(I hate when people write in their stories that he's actually really nice and caring) In this story he stays as Suzanne Collins wrote him to be! Anyways,

Most of the characters listed in this story are NOT mine(even though I want them to be) All credit goes to Suzanne Collins!

Chapter 1

I watched in horror as Cato gripped his arm around Peeta's neck, blue shadowed everywhere on the poor boy and he was trying, and failing, to let air enter his body. The idea that he was going to die was entering my thought process and I was terrified, he was the only thing that had kept me sane in these past weeks, without him I was sure I would've gone insane. My hand was in a fist around the bow, so hard that it cut the skin allowing blood to drip down my wrist. I didn't notice. Peeta's hand rose with what I was sure his last bit of energy and he drew a mark on Cato's hand with the blood that drenched his own, it was a single X. I didn't think I just let go of the string letting in fly into its target. Cato fell to the mutts and his screams of pain ripped at my soul, even he didn't deserve to die in that kind of pain.

But that wasn't what killed me, what killed me was Peeta slipping off the edge, banging his head so unconsciousness hit him and sliding down taking the mutts attention off Cato and onto his bloody form. A cannon rang out and I collapsed. Sobbing. My head only shot up hearing the familiar sound of a parachute drifting down, its contents bumping the walls at random, my hand went out on instinct and the case drifted onto my palm.

I cracked it open reading the note first.

Sweetheart, your not the only one alive… Be careful They're all watching.

A small necklace peeked out of the case, it was Prim's, well technically my mothers but she gave it to Prim at such a young age that we all considered it hers. Graved inside the locket was a small amount of text on the other side a picture of my mother and a young boy, I had seen many times in old pictures.

My mother hadn't told Prim the history of the necklace, but she had told me.

It was in the nicer area of District 12, where my mother had lived. She was a healer along with a friend of hers named Tanzen, he was named after a gemstone called Tanzanite, something his mother had seen in the Capitol and was very fond of.

They had been working when my father first walked in, according to my mother he was a handsome chap back then his hair slicked back with a type of gel he created, a mixture of some plants found near an old lake and some oil collected off fish.

He was selling some plants and my mother had told me how he smelled like oak and rum, for he had been escaping from his own father, one of the only men in District 12 to agree with the ways of the capitol.

His father was a drunk, rubbing alcohol was a casualty in their household so he had taken some and was planning to sell it to my mother.

They were young at the time my mother 16 and my father a dashing young man of 18, my mother could remember when he had been at school. She said he was quite a ladies man.

At the time he was working to buy a house only spending money on the necessities that his father wouldn't give him, almost everything but shelter, since he was in fact, a drunken spaz.

Despite their age difference, my mother found my father intriguing, and quite a gentleman. At the time Tanzen was in love with my mother, even though she was two years younger than him as well.

Tanzen finally got the guts to ask her out a month later, on her birthday, it was very clever, her whole family was watching and she couldn't help but say yes. This pleased her family, for they were classy and couldn't be seen with what, at the time, were called "dirty miner freaks" For two months they went out and my mother was happy for the first, but after a month she became sick.

Tanzen was worried he didn't know what was wrong, even though he was a healer as well.

A week later my mother was stuck in bed, a sickly color of white, my father came then, he could tell what was wrong with her at first glance, for it was a sickness that had killed his mother, and he immediately collected some herbs to brew the medicine.

It took a few days, but my mother got better and Tanzen did what he knew what was best, he had seen the way my mother had looked at my father and he got a small locket, something his mother had found when she lived in the Capitol.

A Tanzanite gemstone.

It was pushed in the front of the silver design, and it was gorgeous to say the least, he gave it to he after engraving it with

Fall in love, I will always be with you.

It didn't take much thought to know what Prim and Haymitch meant, they knew I couldn't kill anybody else, not even Cato. I sighed, feeling disgusted with what I was about to do, but got up anyways, flinching from the fabric of my shirt brushing the cuts that set a canvas on my body.

Here goes nothing.

Really short and boring chapter :( but please keep reading it gets better! (I hope!)