Prologue

Hey guys! And thanks for reading this new story! The idea hit me today, so here it is! Um, I haven't read the Hunger Games fanfics in ages, so, uh, don't say its like any other or if I'm copying, 'cause I really didn't know somebody is doing the same so… *sheepishly rubs back of neck* SORRY! Hope you enjoy, and go easy with me if I have some spelling/punctuation errors… And here it goes! Please review as well!

In a house in the countryside, far away from the nearby city, all was silent. This house stood by itself, nothing but fields of green grass and growing crops to keep it company. A cherry blossom tree with a tire swing stood beside this house, pink petals dancing in the wind and adorning the ground below. The house itself was cream with a grey roof; a large solar panel stuck in the middle to catch the rare sun rays that would sometimes peek through clouds. Vibrant reds, blues and oranges of the different flowers in flower pots made the house look a little livelier, and, in all truth, the house seemed very homely and comforting. Like, if you were lost and stumbled across it, it would welcome you with outstretched arms.

But inside it was a different story.

All because of…

One

Teenage

Boy.

This boy was called Cato. Although he looked like a celebrity or character from a book that would have millions of fangirls, he was the complete opposite. He would lose his cool in a second and would lash out for no reason. He drove his dad up the wall and his mother crying at him to stop. But he was a hurricane that couldn't be stopped, and if you were caught in it, well, you'd regret it. Instantly.

This story will show you the story of his life and it will hopefully show an insight on how everyone deserves somebody to be there for them. Without further ado, our story will begin.

"Mom. I'm not going."

"But, sweetie, you might meet new-"

"What? Friends? I have all the friends I need."

"Honey, animals don't count. They won't be alive forever, you know. You need to get to know people."

"Well humans don't live forever, either! I told you I'm not going, and that's final!"

"Cato-"

"NO!"

All conversation ended at that. A soft sigh escaped the older woman's lips and silence surrounded the mother and son. The boy rested his head against the window of the car they were in, his breath slightly clouding the glass. He looked out the window, his anger still bubbling inside his veins. His reflection stared back at him, and his sky blue eyes glared at it, the reflection reciprocating. He never liked his reflection, it always looked angry and scary; warning everyone to get away. He wasn't really like that. He was nice… Right?

"Cato, honey?" His mothers soft voice made him break his glaring war with himself. He glanced over towards the gentle woman. She kept her eyes on the road ahead, but he could see the pain she held within them clearly. It radiated off her as if she were a sun and it was its rays. "Could you please go..? For me?"

She sounded soft, almost as if she was crumbling. She also sounded like she was about to cry. Did he do this to her? He didn't want to! No, it couldn't have been him! He'd never do anything to upset his mother! But he really didn't want to go again… He hated that place. All they did was gather in a circle in a huge room that, personally, felt like it was about to suffocate him, and the leader of this 'group' would talk about how he battled his depression and how he was living a good, happy life now.

Yeah right. He was a fat heap who only played video games all day, even dumping his girlfriend because 'the games were better than a girl'.

The car was silent again. Cato frowned at his mother, who couldn't see it, and was about to make up a huge argument when she stopped the car. They were at that bloody place. She turned to face her son, a pleading look upon her delicate features. "Please?" She asked once again.

Should I? He asked himself, his brows furrowing slightly. You'll make her happy, but what about me? He bit his lower lip, his mother's desperate expression making him give in. "Fine. But this is my last week, okay?"

"Yes! I promise you that it will!" A wide smile covered her face, and she wrapped her arms around Cato in a bear hug. He grunted softly, the tinniest of smiles playing at his lips. "Okay, okay, okay," he mumbled. "I get it; you're happy. Can I go in now?"

Twenty minutes passed since his mother left, and Cato was inside the building, leaning back on a white plastic chair. He had a hand in his dark blue jeans, the other hanging by his side while he stared up at the roof. A faint red light could be seen from above, the real light coming from several lights scattered across the room. The room itself was quite large, white walls that stretched on for ages and a mahogany coloured floor. At the end of the room was a stage, red curtains adoring the sides with a starry background as a backdrop. The blonde remembered when he was younger that in a fit of rage, which happened quite often, he smashed a light and destroyed the props. His mother and father had to pay it off, and he was banned from entering the building for a year. Not that it mattered to him, he just shrugged it off.

Several others were sitting around in this circle, quietly chatting among themselves. All of them had avoided Cato, leaving the two chairs on either side of him empty. Everyone feared him, not that it mattered to Cato; he thought of them as bastards anyway.

"Alright everyone!" A voice called from the doors, a goofy smile adorning the man's face. "Let's get this meeting started!"

Huge stomach, bald head and a bushy black beard, the creator of this group wasn't really someone you'd want to see. He created this group for 'any teen who wanted to 'express' themselves', but half the time he spent talking about himself and how that the world was a lovely place for him. To Cato, he only cared about himself and just created this to make money. He hated this man with a passion and didn't want to even know his name as he disliked him so much.

The older man waddled to his throne-like chair and plopped himself onto it, resting a hand under his chin. "So, how was everyone's week?"

A few murmurs of 'Good' and 'Okay' were heard from the group of 16 people. Cato stayed stubbornly quiet, glaring at the fat man. How he wished he could ram a sword in his heart, even just to punch him would feel good. The leader began talking about himself to the group, laughing about a pizza man who gave him the wrong pizza. The blonde instantly zoned out, glaring at his ceiling. Thanks a lot, mom… He thought bitterly to himself, closing his eyes.

Just as Cato was about to fall asleep from boredom, the door slammed open and he jumped, nearly falling out of his chair. A girl stood there, neon green headphones hanging around her neck. A panda hat was on her head, two bobbles planted on the top as if they were ears. She had curly raven hair stopping just below her ribcage and emerald eyes, her nose sprinkled with freckles. Her features were quite sharp, but they suited her. A smirk was dancing on her lips and she walked in slowly, dragging out her strides. She had a T-shirt which had a 'Harry Potter' logo on it and a Mockingjay pin was attached to her jacket. Skinny jeans and high tops finished her look.

"Sorry for being so late," she sing-sang, waving a hand in the air casually. "Traffic, ya know?" She plopped herself down beside Cato, crossing her legs. Everyone was staring at her, Cato himself, and she raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I know I'm hot, but coulda stop staring?"

The leader cleared his throat, shaking his head as he sighed. "Sorry, I forgot to mention. This is my niece, Clove, and she'll be joining just to observe."

Clove nodded at his words, her smirk widening "Yup, now stop staring."

Everyone obliged to her words, all except for Cato. He continued staring at this strange girl, slightly intrigued. She seemed to hold a high air around herself, yet she didn't seem to be a stereotypical bitch. She looked completely different from that. Maybe she was just confident and didn't care about what others thought of her? Maybe that was it? God knows.

The session soon finished after the raven haired girls appearance, and everyone left their separate ways. Clove headed towards the door, and Cato followed hot on her heels. Her headphones where now on and they were booming out music. He noted that the singer wasn't singing English, and he raised an eyebrow, tapping her shoulder gently. She turned around curiously, moving her headphones so they were around her neck once again. "Yes, Blondie? What?" She asked, her tone slightly irritated.

"What are you listening to? It isn't English, so you shouldn't be listening to it. It doesn't make sense." He said, almost scolding her. What's the point of listening to a song when you don't know what they are saying? It is just stupid, right?

Her gaze turned cold on him, and she placed a hand on her hips. "It is Japanese band called the Vocaloids. It might not make sense to you but it does to me. I'd rather listen to them then listen to you, so I suggest you shut up right now before I punch you straight in the face." She snarled harshly before turning on her heel, storming into her car.

Cato started after her, confused. What was up with her? She didn't need to lash out; he was only asking a bloody question! He made a note to question her about it next time he see her, well, IF he sees her, and he walked to his own car, quickly putting on his seatbelt.

"Have a good time?" His mother questioned him.

"Yeah. And I'm going next week as well."

He would meet that girl again. Even if it is the last thing he does.