Hey everybody. This is my first ever hunger games fanfiction. I have written Twilight before though. Please review. I know this is short, and the first few chapters will be shorter, but they will get longer as time progresses! I really hope you like it. Please Review

Haymitch's POV

After the chariot ride, Cato was staring. Maybe Sara told Cato the truth. That I am his father.
That would explain the stares. I told Effie to take Katniss and Peeta upstairs.

I stayed behind and grabbed Cato's arm.

"Why didn't you ever tell me I was your son?" Cato growled.
"I didn't want to have you have to get reaped. I wanted you to have a small choice in the matter. I had my reasons," I said to my son.
"Sure you did," he mumbled.
"I'll make sure you get out, no worries. I'll even give you special advice."
"Really? What's that?"
"Stay alive."
"Thanks for the help."
"No problem son." I replied casually, walking towards the elevator.

Cato's POV

My dad walks in, gives bad advice, and walks out. How nice. He tells me this now, when I could die. I am now more determined than ever to get out alive to see his motives. He is a drunk, so maybe he is a little coherent. How nice is that?

Haymitch's POV

I didn't know what else to say to Cato, my son. I wasn't sure what to say to him, or do for him. Heck, I hardly even knew the kid. So I decided to drink away my problems. I drank a dozen beers, and called it good.

All problems were gone till morning, when I woke up, hungover. I had to step up to the plate. Before I was going to eat breakfast, I was going to shower, so I could have a few more minutes to myself.

After my shower, I walked to the dinning room, where I saw Peeta. I sat down and started to eat some of the delicious food.

"Can you give me some advice?" Peeta asked.

"Sure, kid."

I started on food, then barley tickled the subject of allies. Right before Katniss woke up, we started on the subject of survival.

"What are you talking about?" A soft voice asked.

"Some life saving advice, Sweetheart."

"Like?"

"Not lighting a fire. The careers will be after you like a cat chases its prey." As I said this, I studied Katniss' face. Her face turned to frown when I said 'cat.'

"Oh," Katniss said.

"Thanks for the advice," Peeta said nicely.

"No problem, Kid," I said back, "But here's the real advice, stay alive."

Okay, what do you think? Let me know a drop a review, they're free! Should I skip ahead to the arena? Cause some parts would be boring to write. Let me know what you think. This story is far from over!