Hey kids.
First fanfic and I'm probably doing everything wrong but screw it! I'm really into Cato and I wanted to contribute to the small world of those fanfics. Please review to tell me how I can improve, new ideas for the story, or to even continue on with the story.
Love, Peace, and Imagination ;)
- Victoria Loren
1. Good Intentions
"Please…" he chokes, his body unbelievably numb. After the dogs chewed him to a bloody pulp, there was nothing left that he could feel. An electrical buzz is humming through his weak body. He wants to be back at home, in District 2, with his little sister. The cold is burrowed into his bones, his body is heavy.
Katniss stares down at him from atop the Cornucopia, holding onto Peeta. She blinks down at Cato, registering what he was asking of her. Though she has a look of uncertainty on her face, her hands move quickly to her bows and arrow.
From his place on the ground, Cato can see Katniss slipping a capsule of liquid into the removable tip of the bow. He doesn't dwell on her mysterious actions; he just calmly awaits his death. Placing the arrowhead back on the arrow, Katniss takes careful aim at Cato.
Tears cloud her eyes. Peeta and Katniss stare at Cato, only Katniss aware of her clever plan. She swallows her tears and offers Cato a small smile and a wink. Cato has no time to question the gestures as the arrow is already protruding from his chest.
The tension is unbearable. It squeezes the air from his lungs, paralyzes every muscle. Suddenly, as if it never happened, the pain disappears in a flush. His body relaxes and his eyes close immediately. His body feels at peace, he likes this…death. Feeling love and warmth, Cato opens his eyes and welcomes the light. The light represents rest, love, and peace and Cato wants it. He wants to leave everything else behind.
Candela, he thinks of his baby sister. She's only 15 years old; she'll never survive their horrid parents. He needs to protect her. Another thought terrifies him. He's so young, so fresh, that he hasn't been able to live his life yet. He wants to get married to some beautiful girl and give her children. His heart aches because he wants to live so badly.
All of a sudden, there's a whoosh sound in his ears. The sound is like those aviation jet engines in District 6. The white turns to black and then to an artificial light. The pain is back, more prominent than before. There's this annoying beep that speeds up and it makes him want to hurt something.
"He's alive!" Cato hears someone shout.
"Alive?" Incredulous voices cry back in union. Cato realizes that the gift of seeing has returned to him and he tries so hard to focus on the man above him, but he can't.
"Son? Look at me. Son, focus…" the man in white tries. Cato grips on concentration like he's gripping the edge of a cliff. He tries but fails and everything crashes back to black.