Sooo, this is like, a Clato-ish story. Well, basically it's a new story, this is the beginning of it, and I already have loads of chapters for it written, so I'll just put them up :3 This one is short, I don't remember if the next one is long or not O_o Oh well! xD Review puh-lease :'3
I wasn't always like this, my brutal and non-merciful self. I was like any other girl, and note how I said WAS. I liked to do my hair and dress my best. Boys really weren't a big prioritey so I didn't really worry about it. Until I met Him. The way crowds made way for him, even if he didn't say anything. His blonde hair,green eyes, and buff figure told them otherwise. "Get in my way, and I'll kill you." Girls were all over him in school. I wasn't big on flirting so I left that to those snooty-stuck up proffesionals. Then I started training for The Hunger Games. Everyday after school I'd go to a secret spot in the woods that I set up. I was punching and slicing until I heard a whistle behind me. Instict took over and threw a knife at the stranger, hoping to puncure him in the neck or gut. When I turned around I saw Him pinned against a tree, apparently stunned. He held his arms up in surrender. "Chill! I wasn't going to hurt you, though I must admit, that's so pretty freaking amazing cool." He said. Then he added. "I'm Cato by the way, and you are...?"