Cato's pov
I am a monster, just a pawn for the capitol in their precious little 'games' I am meant to give them a good show and maybe win if my brawn didn't take over y head ( as Brutus puts it). I'm not supposed to care about anyone, but I do, I care about my district partner clove and I even feel bad for the other 22 tributes (no matter how pathetic they are) as I watched the reapings. I watched the district ones who were basically all looks and cocky attitudes which I knew would get them killed fairly quickly and then I watched me and clove look fearless and we came onto the stage through volunteering. The rest were basically in the same category of weak and hopeless that is until I saw districts 11 male tribute and I knew his large muscles and general size would give me a run for my money but my heart dropped when I saw the little girl, shorter than clove with no muscle tone or anything but two big brown eyes matching he dark skin and curly hair. I knew that I would be the one to kill this little girl, so she didn't suffer at all; I vow to make it as painless as possible. Then came the last and most over looked district of all, district 12 and there was a scared but strong looking male and another small fragile blond, about 12 years old and my heart gave another small tug and as I was about to turn off the TV I heard a girl yell, my head snapped up and there was a teenage girl running thought the crowd and past the peace keepers who were trying to stop her 'I volunteer!' what? There's never been a volunteer from district 12 before. She stood up straight and stared straight at the stage 'I volunteer as tribute' her voice was firm and strong but I could sense the emotion leaking through it. The little girl started frantically screaming and running for the older girl but the older of the two simply kept her fierce façade and whispered hushed things to her before a tall boy came and dragged the (still screaming) girl away while the peacekeepers directed the volunteer to the stage 'come on up now dear' the shrill voice of the overly dramatic Effie trinket rang through my ears, but I remained focused as she climbed on the stage and was pulled beside Effie 'now what's your name dear' she looked as if she was about to cry but was maintain a calmness well 'katniss everdeen' wait then that means' well I bet my buttons that was your sister wasn't it?' oh ' yes' she volunteered to possibly die for her sister. I watched as they we ushered off stage and as Brutus and clove started devising plans I couldn't help but think of this girl. Beautiful long brown hair braided back, tan skin with a nice fit body and her eyes are the most beautiful grey but also my level of respect for what she did and how I may have competition with this girl, she has her little sister to go back to and well… I couldn't help but notice something else in those stunning grey eyes, fire.