I was standing in the training center then night before the games. I couldn't sleep. I was looking at all of the training equipment; I had seen everyone who had used them, who now would try to kill me.
"Can't sleep cutie?" I spun around and dropped to a crouch, looking around for a place to hide. I knew that voice. It was the demonic Cato. I spotted him in the far corner, leaning on a column, cleaning his knife with a small rag. Seeing my stance he sheathed his knife in the holster on his hip. He sauntered over to me. "Don't worry Kitty Kat," he smiled, "I'm not going to hurt you."
Not yet, I thought. I stood back up, but I was still eyeing my closest escape route.
"Why are you here?" I asked? He came closer until he was just a few feet from me, I could smell his cologne.
"The same reason you're here," He looked past me to the cloth dummies and training tables, "Can't sleep."
"I'm surprised," I mockingly raised a hand to my mouth, "I figured you we're going to enjoy picking all of us off, one by one."
"I am," he grimed at me, "It's just the wait that's killing me." He was bluffing, but so was I. I turned to look at the dimly lit room around us, so vast. Ass of a sudden I felt his fingers on my chin. Instinctivly, I grabbed his hand and yanked it over me until he was on the ground.
"Cocky are we?" I asked slyly. The surprised was etched on his face. I sat down and straddled his hips. I pulled his knife from his sheath and traced it along his jawline. He made no move to stop me. His hand raised up and grabbed the hem of my jacket, tugging me down on him.
"And what are you going to do with that?" he raised an eyebrow barely whispering .
"I can cut you ear to ear," I ran the blade from his left ear to his right. "Are you afraid?"
He smiled. Before I could react, he grabbed the blade with his free hand and flipped me on the floor. In one solid movement, I had lost all power. He pinned me down and held the blade by my left breast.
"I should ask you the same question." He whispered seductively. He ran the blade from the tip of my chin, down my ribs, and to the waistband of my pants. "You wouldn't kill me. However, I am a Career, I have no conscience." He bent down and kissed me on the lips. Before I knew what was happening, I was kissing him back.
"Won't lover boy be angry?" He asked playfully, playing with my braid. He saw the fierceness in my eyes and yanked down on my braid like a leash. With my head awkwardly tilted to the side, he leaned over me and ran his tongue over my lips lightly. I felt his knife resting on my stomach, its cold metal injecting fear into this entire event. I managed to get a hand free and I wove it into his blonde hair. I tugged him down to my level and, grabbing the knife with my free hand, I traced it along his face, leaving a light, bloody scratch in its wake. He looked shocked that I had overthrown his plan to scare me.
"Who says I can't defend for myself?" I grab his hair and pull his ear to my lips, "But nice try."