Author's note: I don't know what this is. Really. Just this short thing I just wrote and I found myself feeling like a boss and I don't even know why.
They called him heartless. He was known as brutal, bloody Cato. They didn't really know him. Not until he won the 74th Hunger Games. He won and then he told his story. Their story.
There was this girl in district 2. She had black hair like starless nights. She had those pink, innocent lips he always loved to kiss. Her eyes were from an unusual color and he never knew what color was it. Sometimes it looked like honey. Sometimes it looked like chocolate. And sometimes, only when she was with him, her eyes would turn darker than her own hair.
He loved her with all his heart. They met at the careers training, but she had quitted after 10 years of training, but they never stopped talking. The love they shared for each other was something different. The way she kissed him made him feel worthy and the way she looked at him was from another world. She was dreamy and lovely, but deadly with a sword. Actually, he'd taught her how to use a sword, and then she taught him how to use a spear. Their bloodlust were equal, even though she looked like a child.
She was a sly psycho with an angel face and a taste for mutilation and torture. Only in the others, of course.
Everything he did, everything said, every time he acted… It was for her. He created a mask and promised her to use it during the games. It was the only way he would survive and come back to her. Every person he killed and every blood he made it drop on the ground were for her. She loved to see him like that.
She promised she would wait for him and she did. When he finally got home after all the interviews he had to give and everything else, there she was, in the middle of the crowd, waiting for him with her incredibly white teeth biting her bottom lip. And when she walked towards him, with her sharp black heels and an innocent but still sexy black dress, the crowd stepped back as she made her way towards him.
Her eyes had something he would always need and it made his heart stop. In her eyes he saw admiration, happiness, pride and the love he always saw. Nothing had changed. As he placed his right hand on the small of her back and with the other he cupped her face, the crowd cheered for their favorite couple. And then he leaned down on her, kissing her fiercely with all his need, his love, his passion. She replied with the same enthusiasm, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him against herself, making him realize some things. Many things.
He was sure that he loved her. He was sure that she loved him back. He was sure that they were fucking awesome. And, most of all, he was sure that she was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life. And even whatever came next.
Her name was Nikki. And she was his.