Disclaimer: Nothing of Hunger Games is mine, but I do own a lovely Cato poster now.
Author's Note: Simply inspired through a conversation between me and a friend of mine. Any mistake you see is purely because of me, my Beta partner is currently in Spring Break mode...so...you get what I mean here. As for those who have suscribed to me as an author...Do not kill me because this is not a Halo fic. If you do, I'm sending the next best thing out there to get you, (No, not Fred..) - yeah, you got it; the Nyan cat.
Like a storm, like an army...
As if something threatening, something frightening...
Cato charged through the grassy fields in a blind rage. Whatever control he held dispersed in that moment of weakness. A side of him shone brighter than he desired at the cost of losing someone dear to him; a friend.
Gripping the weapon in his hands tighter and tighter, his knuckles burned white as he sought out his victim; he could already see the blood – smell the death. He would avenge Clove and then go after the remaining tributes.
Nothing could control the beast now.
…
Nothing mattered in that moment anymore.
With squared shoulders and a chiseled chin raised high, Cato rose to the challenge as the last letters of his name slipped off the woman's tongue.
The boy did not look back at the others as his towering figure fluidly graced through the crowd. They parted for him; maybe in consent, maybe in fear...Cato hoped it was the last one.
As he stared at the audience scrutinizing him, his eyes flickered over to the female tribute. Her name was Clove Syazel.
And through that hardened exterior, he saw the resignation in her eyes. Inconspicuously, Cato nodded and the treaty between them was made.
One could hope that it would only remain that simple.