The Untold Story
Summary: No one knows what Cato is like under that rugged exterior, and no one knows what Clove is like when she's in love.
Main Pairing: Cato/Clove
The Reaping
Cato's POV
I stood there waiting. It was reaping day in District two and we were all sitting there waiting for them to call the names. I had just turned sixteen and had been training for this all my life, I was going to volunteer, I knew I would win. Our district escort Erro Mentira walked onto the stage, her long black hair glistening in the harsh sunlight. She was wearing so much make-up that she looked like she just came from the clown convention. Her skin was pale white and her lips were blood red. She had long curled eyelashes and golden eye shadow. What the Hell was wrong with the Capitol?
She grabbed the microphone and loudly cleared her throat. "Welcome, welcome, brave children of District two" she said with the creepiest smile I've ever seen "Today we shall be picking the courageous young man and woman who will be representing District two in the 74th Annual Hunger Games, but first we're going to watch a movie delivered from the Capitol".
I stood there bored as the usual video of the war during the Dark Days played, I turned to my friend Mark Rynan who was trying to get my attention. "Did you see the girl from one?" he whispered to me. I thought back to the District one reaping yesterday and remembered the girl who, like all careers, had volunteered. "You mean Glimmer?" I asked, "Yeah, I think I'm going to get with her once I'm in the games" he said enthusiastically. "Not if I get to her first" I said in reply, "And what makes you think you could make it with her?" he said tauntingly "I could ask you the same thing" I replied with a cocky tone.
Our attention was brought back to the stage when we heard Erro speaking. "I love that movie" she said with glee in her voice "now time for the reaping, as always, ladies first". She walked over to the girls ball with a sway in her hips, she stuck her hand into the ball and pulled out a piece of paper. She walked back to the microphone and read it. "Megan James" she announced loudly. I saw a girl walking up to the stage, she was around fifteen and looked as hard as nails. She had bobbed brown hair and a short light blue dress. Just then I saw a girl run up behind her "I volunteer!".
She had dark hair tied in a braid, dark eyes, freckles and was around the same age as Megan. 'shit!, what's she doing' was all I could think. It was my best friend Clove, she was only fifteen she wasn't prepared for any of this. She walked up to the stage with brass as she stared down Megan with fire in her eyes. She walked up the steps and stood proudly next to Erro, "Well, who are you?" Erro asked her. "My name is Clove Aceiro and I'm fifteen". I stared at her in disbelief, I knew now that I wasn't just volunteering for myself. I had to protect Clove, she was still too young. Erro congratulated Clove and stared into the crowd of boys. "And now for the boys" she said. She walked over to the second glass ball and pulled out a name, "Vita Smith" she shouted into the microphone. I saw a thirteen year old boy with black hair and blue eyes start to walk away from the other boys, but I ran through the crowd before he got to the stage. "I volunteer!" I shouted at the top of my voice. "Oh my, another volunteer" Erro said surprised "our tributes are very brave this year". I walked up to the stage and stood next to Clove. "And may I ask who you are?" she asked me. "My name is Cato Meres and I'm sixteen" I said with a cocky smile directed to the crowd. Erro spoke again "Go on, shake hands you two" I turned to Clove and shook her hand. I noticed a look of sadness in her eyes and I couldn't help but feel my heart drop. We quickly recovered and looked at the city hall. Erro spoke one last time into the microphone "Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favour" before we walked into the city hall.
Hey guys, I know it's kind of sloppy but I tried to get this done quick and I can't wait to write the later chapters. Hope you all like it.