Enjoy! I thought of this idea the other day- well today and I decided to share it with you guys! Enjoy, and tell me what you think! This is a Cato/OC story by the way. My OC's name is Hannah Morris.
I do not own anything besides Hannah Morris.
"Strengths?" Katniss asked.
I was still in shock.
The reaping didn't go exactly as I planned.
Every year I always try and stay clear.
But this year, I had over 100 slips.
I was a family of 7.
Being one of the oldest, I had one of the most slips.
No, I had the most slips.
Each person in my family had a strength.
The oldest, Amaysia, has the ability to control animals.
Brett, is the second oldest, and he can stretch his limbs and wrap his arms all around the house.
It's actually pretty useful.
Then there's me.
Carrie has the ability to heat things.
I wish I had that ability.
James, he phases. That means he can walk through walls and stuff like that.
Damian has super speed.
Then there's the youngest, Angelina, with the ability to climb walls effortlessly.
Some of us have a second ability, but we barely know how to use it.
Carrie, when she's very sad can turn invisible.
I have a second ability too.
I can produce electricity from my hands.
I don't know how to control it though, but I do know that it is fatal.
"Strengths?" Katniss repeated a bit agitated.
I couldn't tell her.
Not in front of my competition.
"I was just planning on running" Dimitri, the District 12 male tribute laughed.
"What about you, Hannah?" Peeta turned his attention to me.
"I'd rather not say" my eyes stayed on my lap.
"Could you tell us later?" Peeta persuaded.
"Alone" I demanded.
"Here, I'll just take her into the other room and she can tell me" Katniss explained.
Thank goodness.
I followed her into what my room is now.
She closed the door behind her.
"So, what is it? Axes? Knives? Spears? Swords?" she listed.
"Hand to hand combat" I confessed.
"Hannah," she started, "You know how big the careers are?"
"It's true. That's my style of fighting. I can show you" I took a pin from my hair.
I could see her furrowed eyebrows.
I snapped the brittle pin so the end was now sharp.
Right into my arm.
I dug the pin into my arm.
A few dots of blood came out.
Blood...
"Hannah!" Katniss screamed trying to stop me.
I started to feel light headed.
She must think I was a psychopath.
She pulled the pin out of my arm.
"Don't do-" she trailed off while looking at my arm.
No scar. No blood.
It was as if nothing happened.
"How? What?" she was speechless.
"I barely feel it. I don't plan on killing anyone in the arena. I can't" I decided.
"Why?" she took my arm into her hands, examining it carefully.
"We have to show Peeta" she mumbled.
"Blood. I become light headed around it" I confessed.
It was my worst fear.
"Well that's going to be pretty hard in the arena" she said.
"That's not all. I can produce electricity through my hands. It can be fatal" I winced at the word fatal.
I just can't handle deaths.
"I am going to go fetch Peeta so you can show him" Katniss walked out of the room.
I started to search the room for something more dangerous.
Perfect.
A knife with a ragged blade that can easily cut through skin.
"Hi" Peeta shut the door behind him, "So, show me what you got."
I picked up the blade and dragged it across my skin.
Seconds later the blood went back into my body and my skin became clear once again.
"That's amazing. I wish I had that ability so I didn't have this stupid leg" he laughed showing me his prosthetic leg.
"It comes in handy at times. I can also shoot some electricity through my hands, but only at certain times" I told him.
"Like when?" he inquired.
"I have no idea. Usually when I'm either sad or angry" I thought hard about my answer.
"Well, Dimitri and I are going to start watching the reapings. You know, scoping out the competition. Would you like to join us?" Peeta offered, and I nodded my head.
I found Katniss talking to Dimitri on the couch.
I sat down next to her.
As usual, District 1 had their volunteers.
They have the stupidest names.
Juk and Glight.
The boy, Juk looked pretty big, and the girl looked like an ant compared to him.
District 2 was a bit better with the names.
Angelina and Cato.
I barely paid any attenton to the rest of the reapings.
All I could think about were the pair from District 2.
Angelina.
Like Angelina Morris, my sister.
The worst part was, they looked so much alike.
They both had the brown hair and grey eyes, except hers had a tint of blue in them.
The only thing was my sister was so much skinnier.
District 2 were the wealthy ones.
Then there was the boy.
His gorgeous blue eyes and his toned muscles.
I couldn't but feel attracted to him.
"Hannah, you should go to sleep" Katniss told me while getting up from the couch.
"Tomorrow is the chariots and you need to be well rested" Peeta supported.
They were perfect for each other; Katniss and Peeta.
I wish I could be like them; happy.
Don't get me wrong, I am happy, but family comes first.
I don't need help or protection.
I will win the Hunger Games.
I will for my family.
I will so they won't have to starve anymore.
I will win for my district.
I will win for honor.
I will win.