Disclaimer: I don´t own the Hunger Games otherwise they surely would be all about Cato

Author´s note: This is my first Fanfiction so please be nice... Critics are welcome. I also might want to add that English isn´t my mother toungue so there might be some errors concerning grammar... Otherwise enjoy reading my story :D

Chapter 1:

"Clove, I´m so sorry! Please wait… honey I love only you!" Riley cried out. For some strange reason the only thing I could think of at this moment was laughing out loud. And even for me that was a very strange response to finding you boyfriend kissing another, although of course I never really loved him - our relationship was the result of my parents´ matchmaking. Still it hurt my pride and I didn´t plan on letting him get away that easy. So instead of throwing a tantrum or starting to cry as he might have suspected, I lunged forwards and used all the strength I could muster – which is a considerable amount - to hit him right in the face. I heard a satisfying breaking sound from his nose and him cursing under his breath. I allowed myself a little smirk before I bent forwards and hissed into his ear " Never mess with me". Morgan, the girl he had only just kissed, stood a few metres away from us – shivering – pathetic. She looked like me as if I was a mad girl and actually that´s the way a lot of people see me. I couldn´t care less. But still... a thought began to form in my mind. My parents both were peacekeepers and they expected me to follow their lead ... but maybe I could persuade them...

It had to work. I had always dreamed of the Hunger Games as a lot of people in my district did. District two people have always been known for their unbreakable will and their willingness to fight and I followed that tradition. It was as if I had been born to win the Hunger Games.

When I finally came back to reality I saw Riley recovering, burning for revenge. But instead of humiliating him for a second time I turned on my heel and ran back home. The only thing I could think about was going to live in the training center and winning the Hunger Games. When I arrived at home panting I wasted no time telling my parents what I had in mind. I would do it no matter what they said but firstly it was better, at least at that moment, not to completely break with the only people who loved me and secondly the center rarely accepted runaways.

But my fears proved to be unnecessary. My parents were more willing than I thought to send me to the academy and after a few arguments like "Your only fourteen after all" or "But what about your future as a peacekeeper" they finally agreed to sign me in next thing tomorrow morning.

After my mom had gone to bed my dad came to my room and to my surprise said:" I always knew you were victor material. Go make our family proud." He quickly hugged me and then left the room, obviously embarrassed by his outburst of emotions. This was district two after all. Finding love here isn´t more likely than finding a shark sitting in your hot tub.

After a sleepless night the next morning came far too soon. There weren´t any people I had to say goodbye to except for my parents. Nobody at my school ever liked me but hated me for my guts. They preferred girly girls there. Only the thought of those stupid pathetic children enraged me so much that I didn´t want anything more than to grab my favourite knife and slit their throats open. One after the other.

But actually the only thing that had kept me from killing them all these years were my knives. Okay that might sound a little strange. I should probably say anger release during knife practice. I never told anyone about it since it was highly criminal – only prospective tributes from the training centre were allowed to train with weapons – but I didn´t give damn. One of the good things about having peacekeepers for parents is that that I had the whole house and surrounding garden to myself, since they were away nearly all the year. In the last three years I had changed our shed into my personal training centre where I had perfected my knife skills and from time to time was practicing with my father´s axes – my big idol is district 7 victor Johanna Mason.

One year later:

My first year at the training centre was hard but the satisfaction it gave me was worth it. All the girls in my group feared me and nobody dared asking me something. Unfortunately the training groups were separated by gender and none of these girlies was anywhere near to being a worthy opponent for me. So one day while I was practicing one of my weaker sets of weapons – spear throwing, my trainer Lyme lead me into a quiet corner. Apparently they finally figured out what to do with me – the girl that defeated 18- years olds without using more than her bare hands – they sent me to train with the guys. I was delighted – this could only improve my chances to win the game and that was all that mattered to me now. I hadn´t written to my parents once since I came here and I didn´t miss my old life at all. Finally I could be who I was- even if that meant being a demonic killer. I had found my destiny.

Lyme escorted me to the gym on the opposite site of the campus, where the males exercised. She introduced me to my new trainer – Brutus, who had won the Hunger Games around 20 years ago. He still was a fighter which I had to learn painfully only seconds later when his fist crashed my skull out of nowhere. I heard somebody chuckle. I turned around furiously. Nobody dared laughing at Clove Sevina. I scanned the row of boys quickly. All still looked impressed by me being the first girl ever to enter this gym. All except for... When I met his eyes I had to gasp. He was the most handsome and most muscular boy I had ever laid eyes on. But when I saw his grin getting wider my anger began to boil again. Apparently he thought me being sent here was a big mistake. Well he would learn his lesson. I turned back to Brutus who stood only a few feet away still chuckling. "Always be on... ". Before he could even finish the sentence my foot had landed between his legs. I used the time he needed to recover to quickly take two of the knives I always carried with me out of the belt hidden under my shirt. Before Brutus could even attempt to fight back I pinned his shirt to the wall. He would have to hang out there a little. Then I turned to the big blonde boy who had laughed at me. I threw my remaining knife faster than he could comprehend the situation. Just as I had planned it landed just inches away from his most treasured body part. Now it was his turn to gasp and I couldn´t help but smirk a little.

He didn´t look too angry, rather impressed and by the way the others looked at him I could tell that none of them had achieved that. I had gained the respect of the guy. After everybody had been dismissed by a still distressed looking Brutus he waited for me in front of the gym. "Your a wild one he sweetie?" I nearly gagged. Sweetie? Even my father has stopped calling me that at the age of three. Because I was anything BUT sweet.

I turned around to him my knife already ready in my hand. To my surprise he lunged at me before I could throw it and I was only able to dodge him by letting myself fall onto the ground. I quickly got up but it was too late and I could see him towering over me. "By the way I´m Cato. Cato Woods." "Well now I know what to write on your tomb" I said through gritted teeth although I wasn´t half as confident as I sounded. Actually his name rang a bell. He was THE champion of our academy. Better than any of the other boys and surely better than all the pathetic girls I had to deal with. But I still had an ace ready. I reached into my hair and hidden in my apparently untidy hair was a carefully hidden knife which I now grabbed and pointed at his throat. "Don´t mess with me." "Well your definitely the first one not to shiver with fear in this position". Indeed it was a very compromising situation him kneeling over me. I could feel his breath coming more ragged now, having my knife pointed at his throat. He still didn´t seem nervous. I growled. What was it about this boy that made me not hurt him although I had the opportunity and every reason to? I made the mistake to look into his brilliant blue eyes looking like the sky, like my personal heaven. What was happening to me? I could only hate this guy who loved at me, attacked me and was now playing games with me. Still his self-confident attitude, the fact that he wasn´t afraid of me...

Before I could help it the words " It´s Clove not sweetie" escaped my lips. To overplay this moment I used his temporary confusion, freed myself and ran towards the big fountain to bring some space between me and that devil in person. He was faster than I had thought and reached me just before I had reached the fountain. "Care for a waterfight Clover?" And with that he picked me up as if I weighed 1 pound instead of 100 ad threw me into the fountain. Enraged by him using that stupid nickname I managed to pull him over the edge into the fountain as well.

I pushed him under the water. When he came up again I screamed "It´s Clove not sweetie not Clover..!" He rather seemed delighted by my anger issues judging by the smirk spreading on his face. "Okay Clovey so you don´t like people making fun out of your name." And then he surprised by pulling me into his big muscular arms. It felt so good but I couldn´t let the sensation overflow. Although my heart seemed to explode I freed myself to look into his eyes. They weren´t hard and sarcastic as they had been before but soft and caring. Could that be? What could I possibly have done to win that beautiful boy over? So instead of saying something I just looked at him uncertain about what would happen next. But he seemed as taken aback by his own emotions as I was. Then he cleared his throat but I stopped whatever he wanted to tell me by kissing him straight on the lips.

So did you like it? I hope so! Please review, tell me what you´d like to happen and motivate me to keep going! xxx