Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games or any of the characters. I would like to but I don't

20, 19, 18, sweat was dripping down my face 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, I spotted everything I needed right in the center, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, Katniss had her eyes locked on a bow. Peeta kept shaking his head. What is wrong with lover boy? 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, let the 74th annual Hunger Games begin! I sprinted towards the cornucopia and grabbed a sword. It was all a blur. Clove had gotten a hold of a few throwing knives. She smiled as she killed a boy from district nine who was struggling over a backpack with Katniss. After killing any stragglers I calmed down a bit and walked int the cornucopia. The thing was huge and silver with large crates, swords, spears, knives, and backpacks inside. I looked around before stepping in. A little boy with curly brown hair was cowering behind a pile of crates. I smiled as he saw my reflection in the silver cornucopia. I swung my sword and the little boy crumpled to his knees. I laughed. Not my normal "that's funny" laugh, but a cruel, almost evil laugh that I couldn't recognize as my own. I watched as the boy's blood spread on the ground next to him.
I heard a voice behind me,
"Cato, there is no one left around the cornucopia. They are either dead, or they have run."
"Thanks Clove," I said unfocused. What was wrong with me? This is supposed to be my time to shine, not to mope around like a weakling.
I gathered the other careers.
"Let's grab all the supplies we need, then head out and murder our 'starcrossed lovers'."
There were a few cheers. What would my family think of me if I came back alive? Would they think of me as a murderous brute? Or their son that they loved and were proud of? Focus Cato, focus! I grabbed a backpack. It had a full water bottle, matches, a knife, rope, a thermos full of soup, and a compass. I picked up a spear and threw it around in my hands. There was no way we couldn't win this.
After grabbing everything we needed, we headed into the forest to track down Katniss. You'll never guess who was standing there casualy like he was waiting for us.
"Hey, Cato!"
Clove whipped out her knives and held them to Peeta's neck.
"Easy Clove."
I pulled her aside,
"He might be valuable to us. He helps us find Katniss, then we kill him, simple as that."
She nodded her head in consent.
"Come with us, you help us find Katniss and we'll spare your life."
"Sure," he said uncertainly.
We followed Peeta as he guided us though the forest. It was becoming dark when we saw smoke rising in the distance. Adrenaline raced through me. Maybe Katniss was idiotic enough to set a fire. No. Probably not. I didn't even know what sparked my obsession with getting her killed. Could it be the fact that she got a higher score than me? Or maybe it was that she had gotten so much publicity. I don't know. We raced towards the fire. It wasn't Katniss. It was a girl who barely had any supplies with her. I took my spear and thrust it into her stomach. She let out a piercing scream. Shivers raked through my body as the other careers laughed and stomped out her fire. Was I become one of them? Driven to insanity? We walked a little further and decided to make camp for the night. After eating a few apples I fell right asleep.