So, this is my first take on a hunger games story. I am trying my best with Cato since they only really show the blood thirsty side of him in the book/movie. I hope you enjoy.

Sitting in the main car on the train was the longest wait. They wanted Me on the train, waiting for the tributes. The volunteers. If only I had been so lucky last year. No. Last year none of the other girls wanted to volunteer. Last year they were all pansies for some reason, so I was picked. Turning my head to the door as the two tributes stepped into the car, my eyes fell on the boy who walked in first. His eyes found me, and he was scowling already. Guess he remembered me... I thought as I looked away uncomfortably. Him and the girl sat down in the seat across from me, and when I looked at them, the boy was still giving me a scowl.

"Why do we have you?" He spat out, nearly getting his saliva on the skirt of my dress. I looked back away from him as the girl looked at him. "Why don't we have someone who didn't win by a fluke?" He sounded pissed. Really pissed.

"Cato!" Emile hissed at him, the older man shot him a glare.

"What? Why didn't we get a mentor who can give some actual advice?" Cato roared at the man.

I can't give advice? I can't give actual advice? Standing quickly with a scowl on my face I shot my cup full of water on him. He looked shocked; not pissed or annoyed. Just shocked that I dumped my water on him. Throwing the cup at him too I stomped out of the car and headed towards my room. Plopping down on the bed I let out a frustrated sigh, as I pulled at my dirty blonde hair. How can he think that I can't give any advice?! Falling back onto the bed, I stared up at the ceiling. "Sure, I can't tell him which weapons to go for or the best way to kill someone... But I can give life saving advice..." I whispered to myself.

I spent the night in my room. I knew when I wasn't needed. The two tributes would be strategizing this trip away most likely. Everyone from district two bands together during The Hunger Games and forms careers. Seeing as they all volunteer basically every year. I knew one thing though. I would happily watch this boy die during the game. Before I knew it, my nightmares were waking me up. It was very dark outside from what I saw through the window, which meant it was most likely the middle of the night. My nightmares never stopped. I got them every night to the point where when I daydream, my nightmares fill my day dreams up too.

Pushing myself off of the bed and standing, I stretched out my limbs for a moment before heading to the dinning car. I needed food, from what my stomach has been telling me. Might as well get it. Sleepily walking through the cars I finally walked into the dinning car, and smiled at the sight of food. Delicious food. Reminds me of the food I ate when I was in my new home; the victors home. A home my parents told me I didn't even deserve. Though their just angry I refused to let them live with me in it. Nice big house all to myself. I could care less if I left them with everyone else in district two. They don't deserve to live in a really nice home.

Reaching out and grabbing one of the cream puff cakes, I brought it to my face and inhaled it's heavenly scent. Pulling it away from my face and smiling at it, I opened my mouth and brought it forward to take a bite.

"Just eat the damn thing already." With that said, I let out a scream, dropped the cream puff, and whirled around. The voice I thought it was, it wasn't. It wasn't the voice of the man who tried to kill me in the arena. No, it was the boy who thought I was worthless. I set my hand on my chest to calm myself as he shook his head at me. "Jumpy, aren't we?" He asked with a sneer. He stepped forward, right next to me and reached his arm out, grabbing one of the cream puffs for himself and popped it into his mouth. His eyes never leaving mine. After he swallowed, the silence remained around them until he decided to speak. "How was it possible, that you killed him?" He asked her. Got right to the point, didn't he? Of course he would be curious, I did kill his best friend...

"I wasn't trying to kill him." I murmured. I really wasn't. "I didn't want to kill him." I whispered then. But his face never changed.

"I just don't get it... How can someone as weak as you kill off one of the best?" He asked, but it was not a question directed towards me. It was a question he was asking himself. He grabbed another cream puff and left the dinning car. Leaving me fishing through my thoughts.

Was he waiting for me? Waiting to get me alone to ask that? Waiting to mess with me? Of course he was. He's nothing but rude. Cato; district two's asshole.

So, I hope you enjoyed. I don't think this story will end up like twenty some chapters, unless I get ideas later on for this story, but I definitely already have good ideas for this story. So, I hope you keep reading!

Review Question!~ (Something you answer in a review)

Who do you think it is that Aster(the female/mentor) killed? (Do not say Cato's best friend because that is already stated in the story.)