A story with my favorite character, Cato and my own original character Errol. This is a whole retelling of how they met and new story with a new inspiration.

For those of you who have read my old stories you may now something about the characters, but for those coming in fresh, you'll probably like the story better.

I really hope you enjoy.

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1'st Movement

Cato wasn't someone who liked to pretend. He didn't like to fake emotions he didn't feel and he didn't like the censor himself when he wanted to tell the truth. He was honest, brutish and most importantly he was a warrior. He was Cato Eucliff, the baddest boy of District 2. He was the shining star of his generation and he was reminded of it everyday. He would get up and train to swooning girls, then off to school to get the best grades in the class, and finally off to group training to put all the other trainees to shame. He was strong, handsome and angry, but that never stopped the girls from loving him and the guys from hating him. So when he was told by his father he would be going away for a month Cato was less than obliging.

He pulled his bags from his house and loaded them onto the shuttle. He was being sent to the trainees camp for four months to help his training along. Cato didn't hate the idea of going, but he did hate the idea of being away from home for so long, because despite himself he did like being around his family. He kissed his mother on the cheek and shook his father hand, a good way of saying goodbye in district 2. Before he could leave he felt something grabbing his leg that made him stop. He looked down and saw his little sister holding him tight. She was only 4 and she still didn't know much about the Hunger Games, she didn't need to. Cato needled down and brushed her long blonde hair from her teary face. Cato loved very few things, but he loved his little sister with all of his heart. He picked her up and cradled her for a bit.

"Moon River, wider than a mile,

I'm crossing you in style...someday.

Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,

wherever you're going I'm going your way."

Cato sang the only song he really knew to his sister, and she eventually calmed down. He learned the song years ago when he was just a kid, and he sang it to his sister whenever she was feeling particularly sad. He put her back down and gave her a kiss on the forehead, and left without another word.

When he boarded the shuttle the guide went into more detail about what Cato would be experiencing over the next month. It would be the harshest most intense training he would ever experience, well according to the guide it would be. Apparently it was one gigantic training ground divided up into three sections. One section would be for Hunger Games trainees, another for peacekeepers draftees, and the last would be for Messengers. "Messengers..." Cato thought grimly. Its not that Cato disliked messengers but whenever he saw then jumping throughout the city streets and flying over the rooftop he always became filled with a sense of anger. It wasn't hate, or resentment, but seeing them as nothing but flashes of red scarfs, so boundless and free, he couldn't help but feel a little envious.

They eventually arrived and Cato was able to see the entire layout of the grounds. They were deep into the mountains now and he could see the three camps sat on their enormous plateaus, obviously man made. One plateau was covered in high thick woods, another in a long field of short and long grass and the last was nothing but rock and cold mountain. They landed on the mountain side opposite from the training grounds and were quickly escorted out onto the snowy mountain. The boys were left to their own for a few minutes, but none of them liked standing on the top of a freezing mountain with no coats of jackets. "Whats wrong pussies? You cold?"

Cato turned and saw three clearly older boys walking towards them. They were tall burly guys with cocky attitudes that Cato didn't like. The boys took their time walking around to inspect the recruits, which meant pushing them around and kicking them into the snow. Now Cato wasn't a kind person, but he wasn't a cruel one either. He walked over and helped a few guys up only to be pushed to the ground by one of the older boys. "Watch your ass new kid." One of the boys yelled. Cato got back up and continued helping other boys out of the snow, but when he did he received a heavy punch from one of the boys. Cato fell back and could feel the burning pain growing from his cheek. He touched his cheek and looked at the boys, who were laughing like a pack of hyenas. "Make a move faggot!" One of the boys yelled. Cato was burning inside like a fire. He could have torn all of those boys to shreds in seconds if he wanted to, so he did.

Before the older boys could even realize what happened Cato flew towards them and ripped them to pieces. Fists, blood and pain, that's the mantra Cato lived by, well while he was in combat anyway. The other trainees looked on in horror as Cato tossed around the older boys like rag dolls. With one last fist to the face Cato dropped the last boy to the ground. Cato could still hear the whimpering and groans of the boys at his feel, bloody and broken. Cato didn't feel proud, or strong when he beat these boy, there was no honor in defeating these nobodies. Cato kept looking down at them ignoring the sounds of yelling from the adults. He was kicked to the ground by what he assumed were guards and taken from the group. Before he disappeared into the main building he caught sight of the boy who he had helped up from the snow, but Cato turned away when he saw the boys were full of fear.

Cato was taken down several long white halls until they reached a small waiting room in front of two large whit doors. "Sit." One of the guards said placing him in a chair. Cato sat and waited for what seemed like an hour. His eye was burning worse than before and he knew it would swell and turn black soon enough. He licked the inside of his lip and tasted that awful metallic taste of blood, probably a busted lip too. Eventually the doors opened up and a youngish woman holding another clipboard came out. "This way." She said motioning to Cato. The guards made him rise and led him though the doors. As he went through the doors he saw a gigantic office. It was pristine and full of things one would expect to find in the Capitol, not some mountain range. At the end of the office was a large white desk where an older woman sat. She was wearing a modest red dress and hair tight blonde hair that was cropped short. In the clean white office she stood out as the most important thing you would ever see. At the head of her desk was a name plaque, Dr. Sofia Lamb. The guards sat Cato in front of her but she didn't look up quite yet, still to preoccupied with her paper work. The guards eventually left and closed the doors, leaving Cato and this woman in the room alone.

"Cato Eucliff, of District 2." She said while not looking up. "Am I right?" She said finally looking at him. Cato was grateful for the chance to finally look at her. She was an older woman, probably in her mid 40's, but was unmistakable beautiful. Her short blonde hair framed her face in such a way that it drew all attention to her brown eyes, which were covered by thin glasses. "That's right." Cato said flatly. She smiled quickly and put her papers down. "What am I going to do with you?" She said taking off her glasses. Cato guess she was talking about his behavior on the mountain side, but he still didn't feel guilty about it, not that he really felt anything about it. "We have a fairly simple system for training here. You are partnered with another boy and made to work in pairs. You sleep in the same room, have the same training schedule and are looked on as partners, just like you would be in the games. But now you've been deemed unsafe to work with anyone in the hunger games trainee program." She said with no particular joy in her voice. Cato figured that he would simply been kicked out of the program and sent home.

"You know its awfully unfortunate." She said. "Our program is very expensive and it appears that you father had to make some terrible sacrifices to pay to send you here." Cato's eyes widened at the idea. They went a poor family, but certainly not rich. It never occurred to Cato that his family was spending so much to send him here. Cato swallowed hard eliciting a smile from the woman."Luckily...I believe I can work something out." Cato looked up at her hopeful, but still silent. "We have a boy in the Messengers program who seems to have a similar problem to yours. Seem he cant get along with other so well either." She handed Cato a form which he quickly looked over. "Errol Sinclair?" Cato said quietly. "Yes," was all the woman said. "You'll be his partner for the next four weeks. So try to get along." As she finished she turned back to her paperwork and gave Cato the impression she was done talking to him.

Like clockwork the guards came back in and escorted Cato out of the room. "Who was that." Cato casually asked a guard. "Dr. Sophia Lamb. She runs the training grounds, and you will show her respect." He said with a harsh tone. Before Cato could think for too long he was taken to another large building. He guesses this is where he would be living. A young man, probably a few years older than Cato, came waling towards them and the guards released Cato to the young man custody. "You must be Cato." The young man said smirking. "Hasn't even been three hours and you already have a reputation. Don't worry, we'll break you of that soon enough." The young man said, still smirking. If Cato actually saw the young man as any sort of threat he may have been upset, but Cato figured this was the kind of person who would talk more and fight less. The young man introduced himself as Noland, and quickly went through the room assignments. "Ohh...looks like you're shit out of luck now." Noland said laughing. "Your with Errol" Cato only nodded, having been told by already.

Noland pulled Cato behind a wall and got a little too close for Cato liking. "Look you're going to be with Errol. He's a freak of nature so don't go killing him on the first day." Cato looked at Noland confused, but mostly annoyed. "What do you mean?" Cato asked. "He's no messenger or trainee or warrior. He's just some queer from District 2." Noland said like he was spitting out the words. Cato didn't take kindly to people bad mouthing his home, but he was more cautious now. Noland led him past several doors where the other boys were staying. Cato could hear the sounds of laughing and hollering, but he seemed less interested in them and more interested about this Errol kid. In the back of his head he could have sword he had heard the name before, but just couldn't place it.

"Room 44, this is you." Noland took a key and gave it to Cato. "Have fun with your new best friend." He said walking away laughing. Cato looked at the key in his hand and shrugged, "It's just the way thing are." He said to himself. He placed the key in the lock and turned the knob, opening the door slowly.

Before the door was even fully open Cato caught the sight of a young man starting at him from on high. The young man was sitting on the top bunk in front of a large window, but Cato didn't notice any of it, he was too busy looking at the most striking pair of eyes he had ever seen. They were a dark green with flecks of black around them, he had never seen eyes with black in the iris. The boy was siting off the side of the bed with a red scarf hanging off to the edge. It reminded Cato of how was stood out in her office with her red dress, and this boy definitely stood out. He was tallish, with short dark hair and tan skin. Cato was confused looking up at the kid, he seemed so normal, yet so out of place. Cato noticed the kid holding a book in his hand before finally saying anything. "Hey." Cato said stiffly and awkwardly.

The boy seemed equally wary of Cato, "Hi..." He said coming down from his bed. The boy extended a hand to Cato and put on a weak smile. "I'm Errol." The boy said still holding out his hand. Cato looked at it for a second, almost afraid of why it mean to touch it, but Cato always remembered one important thing, he was never afraid. He took the boys hand and shook it hard, "Cato." He said with a genuine smile. As Cato took the boys hand they both began to relax. Cato could feel the warmth of the boy keeping up from his hand, and at once everything became clear to Cato.

This boys warmth, his eyes his smile. It all painted a picture of mercy and kindness, and for the people of district 2 that kindness and warmth was something to be hated and feared.