AN: So… here I am… starting a new fic when I should really update my other two… but THG is just so freaking good! TT-TT I can't… So I'm trying my hand at KaTo CatNiss whatever you want to call it. Haha. Suzanne Collins is amazing, I know that there's some controversy over THG and Battle Royale, but whatever. Ideas like this aren't very original, I must admit, but there are vast differences that can be seen between the two. THG is probably my favorite series up to date. I love Harry Potter, but I didn't grow up reading the books, I grew up watching the movies so The Hunger Games is probably above HP only because I read the books and then saw the movie. Haha… I don't know if I should have said that… Anywho, there are plenty of KaTo stories (not as many as I want, but beggars can't be choosers and all that) that have Cato having a history with Katniss or Cato falling for Katniss in the training rooms… I think I like the aforementioned plot more because it would take a lot longer for Katniss, I imagine (for Christ's sakes it took her to the very last book to admit she was in love with Peeta), to fall for someone and a week would definitely not be enough time. So here we go. LGI son, Let's Get It, Let's Go.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games, the series belongs to Suzanne Collins despite the controversies of the similarities between THG and Battle Royale. COME AT ME BRO.

Let the game begin

The seventy-fourth annual hunger games had begun. It wasn't the actual event that started the games though. No, in the districts of Panem, the games began when everyone herded into their district's square in order to see the reaping. No one could remember how the games came about or what had led up to the first rebellion but ever since, the citizens of Panem had to deal with the repercussions of their ancestors. The reaping was a day of great sorrow for two families in each district… well, except for a few of the inner districts. For the citizens of the well liked districts, mainly one and two, the reapings were a day for joy and honor. As stated before though, for most districts the reaping was a day of fear, terror, broken families, and nightmares. On this day, a small girl was called; her name was Primrose Everdeen, known to others as just Prim. Her elder sister, Katniss Everdeen, was the first to ever volunteer in the games in order to preserve her sister's life and innocence. Little did Katniss Everdeen know that this year's games were to bring her world crashing down even more than the fact that she was participating in them.

Katniss

I stared out the window of the train as it headed further and further away from everything that I knew, everything that was safe. I remembered what had happened hours ago. Prim, poor Prim, had been called by our district's escort, Effie Trinket. The woman had pulled the slip out and read it in a clear tone of voice in that queer accent of the capitol. My heart had stopped for the tinniest of moments before jump starting and I ran to volunteer. I couldn't let sweet, little Prim go into those games… she could barely handle going a few feet out of the safety of the fence that surrounded the outskirts of our district, how could I expect her to go into a blood bath like the games? It'd be like sending a lamb to the slaughter house.

As the scenery continued to pass, the sole living victor of our district, a drunk with a foul attitude, stumbled in while holding a bottle of liquor. The corners of my lips turned down as the male tribute from home, and also the baker's son, Peeta, stared at Haymitch, the drunken victor.

"So when do we start training?"

He asked suddenly. I rolled my eyes. Really? He was seriously thinking that Haymitch Abernathy was going to help us throughout the games when our district had went twenty-four years without a single victor? What made him think we would be any different? Sure, Haymitch had probably attempted to help the first few sets of tributes he had been handed, but years of disappointment and grief was sure to make it so that we would not have much hope thrusted upon us.

"Woah, woah, woah… most of you are never so… eager to begin the journey to your deaths."

Haymitch took a swig from the clear bottle before Peeta lunged forward and attempted to smack the item out of the older male's grip. That's when Haymitch pushed the blonde down. The older male's reaction was surprising. Despite being constantly drunk, the victor hadn't lost much of his reflexes that he had probably developed from the year he had won the games.

"You little…" He took a deep breath before standing up. "I'll finish this in my room." He stated before walking out.

Peeta turned to look at me with a determined expression before he too got up and followed Haymitch.

"I'll make him come around, you'll see."

Great, he would probably anger our would-be mentor and then we would be one hundred percent screwed with zero chances of survival. Not that the odds had been in our favor in the first place but at least a docile mentor would possibly help us… an angered, drunken, mentor would just sign our death warrants and that would be the end. I want to come out alive… for Prim and Gale… but the odds were declining rapidly. With that thought in mind, I put my head in my hands and closed my eyes, hoping beyond hope that I would somehow make it out of this thing alive. Maybe not sane, but at least alive.

AN: I know, not very long, but what do you expect? Tch. Next chapter will be Cato and a little bit of a backstory to explain how the two even have any semblance of knowledge about the other.
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