Hunger Games Fanfiction

A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

Summary: Katniss has to survive the games for Prim and to give food to her district. She wonders how she could possibly do such an impossible task when all she wants to do is go home. Katniss finds help in the most unlikely of places. However, Katniss doubts if she can really trust her new ally despite this, as she knows this could be a ploy for a greater plan.

Chapter 1:

Katniss was frustrated, she had had enough of the Capitol, the stupid act she had to put on for the people of Panem, the other tributes and most of all, Peeta.

She was sick of Peeta.

It was true she felt bad about feeling this way, as Peeta saved her and her family from starvation back in the district, but she knew that her sympathy for him would ultimately be her downfall in the games.

That and the fact that Peeta was so damn likeable, Katniss thought that Peeta must have no enemies at all since he had such a way with words. It was impossible not to like him.

That was why Katniss didn't. Peeta couldn't be that nice all the time, could he? He just seemed so... Fake to Katniss, like he was acting the whole time.

Katniss sighed as she mulled over these thoughts. Everyone was sitting at different tables eating lunch and talking. Katniss eyed her food, Capitol food was surreal compared to the food Katniss had to hunt for every day to survive.

She picked at her meal with a fork. Sure Katniss was hungry, but she wasn't in any rush. She thought she might as well enjoy her time living in luxury while it lasted.

"Hey Katniss, are you okay?"

Katniss turned to the person sitting next to her and grinned half-heartedly. "Yeah. I was just thinking about this whole mess."

Peeta smiled his award winning smile and laughed. "You always take things too seriously."

"Well maybe it's because in a few days I have to kill you and attempt to kill everyone else in this room when I know that half of the other people in here have been trained to kill. What hope do I have against them?" Katniss asked coldly.

"Katniss, I know it's hard but you have to try and be a little more hopeful. The odds aren't as bad as you think, especially if we make alliances-"

"Great idea Peeta! So they can stab us in the back later, perhaps even literally? I'm sorry about being so cynical, but these are the facts. Honestly, I'd rather work alone."

"Well at least you stand a chance." Peeta said with a bluntness she didn't know the boy had. "I'm a baker's son, what skills do I have other than baking and decorating cakes? I need to make alliances to stay alive, you don't."

Katniss relented. "At least you have the right social skills to do it I guess. Go ahead and make friends, just be careful okay?"

"I will. Thanks Katniss."

"For what?" But Peeta had got up from the table and headed to another to do his thing. Katniss shrugged and ate her meal in silence.

"Like something you see twelve?" The girl with the knives taunted.

"I'm just getting an idea of my competition, but no. Not really." Katniss retorted.

Katniss was in the training room with all the other tributes after lunch. She was impressed to say the least with this girl's prowess with knife throwing. Then of course, the girl had to ruin her display by stopping and talking to her.

The girl glared. "You better watch yourself in the arena twelve. I've got a knife with your name on it."

Katniss was unimpressed with this girl's threat as she knew she could pin her with an arrow before Katniss was in her sights. So much so that Katniss smirked at her.

"Is this a joke to you?"

"Am I laughing?" Katniss asked, her face expressionless.

"You've got balls twelve. I like that."

"What can I say? I aim to please." With that, Katniss walked off. She could feel the girl's eyes on her as she left.

As Katniss walked around the room surveying the people she'd soon be up against, she walked past the archery station and she suddenly felt the need to have the bow in her hands. She ignored this strong urge and told herself: Later. When the others aren't around.

She thought she'd touch up her survival skills by going to the berry identification station and just like she thought beforehand it was a waste of time, but it did bring her closer to a younger girl called Rue.

They exchanged a few sentences like with the knife thrower and Katniss was reminded instantly of her little sister Prim. She wanted to help her out if they ever crossed paths in the arena. It might be likely, the younger ones were often overlooked until the end.

Katniss came to the conclusion that:

Thresh (who was from the same district as Rue) was possibly the biggest threat as he was a large, bulky, menacing man who looked like he would rip your arms out of their sockets if you annoyed him.

Secondly, the careers who would most likely form a pack were also very dangerous as they were made up of district one and two (the ones with the most money) and they looked like the type who would rather gut Katniss than give her the time of day.

Basically, everyone was lethal and she had her work cut out for her if she wanted to return home to Prim, which she did.

So, maybe I should be making friends. I'll probably die anyway, so what the hell?

Katniss looked over at the knife thrower and began to formulate a plan.

Katniss stood in the dimly lit training room, waiting.

Within a few moments the girl from two walked in. "I'm here like you asked twelve, what do you want?"

"I want to form an alliance with you." Katniss said calmly.

"Cato's the leader of the pack. Talk to him."

"No. I want to work with you and you alone."

The girl laughed. "Are you serious? What could you possibly offer me to make me to abandon my pack and work with you, a rat from district twelve?"

"Why do you think I brought you here? I thought you might need convincing." Katniss walked over to the archery stand and picked up the bow.

The bow sat in her hand comfortably, and she was reminded of the lush green woods back home and hunting with Gale. Those happy memories seemed years ago now.

She assumed her stance, knocked her arrow, aimed and shot.

"Bang!" Right in the centre of the target's head.

But Katniss wasn't done, she was just warming up. She let lose another five arrows all within seconds of each other, all landing with deadly proficiency in the middle of the target.

Katniss turned to face the career. The girl was looking at her in awe, her mouth slightly open.

"Do we have a deal two?"

"Call me Clove." She recovered swiftly and gave Katniss a genuine smile.

Maybe now the odds are in my favour. Katniss thought.

Author's Note:

Hey guys, this is my first time writing a fanfic so I'd really appreciate all the reviews you guys can give me.

P.S. Just so you know, I'm a slow writer (I'm a perfectionist so I like to take time with my work) I might take a while to update the story sometimes.

I plan to include lots of dialogue between Clove and Katniss in the next few chapters, but don't worry - there's going to be some violence too so bare with me guys.