District 2, Training Academy: 10:30pm, One Week Before The Reaping.

I swung my head in time with the loud drums that vibrated through my bones. Each strike making my blood boil with anticipation of what was to come. The air became cool and still as I closed my eyes and released all my morals and fears. I could feel them silently fall away from me and drift away into blackness like a child drifting away into slumber. The cheering crowds vanished so the slow beat of the drum was all that surrounded me.

I opened my brown eyes and looked at my opponent who was posed for battle, their axe held across their chest. I could see the well disguised fear that filled his blue eyes and the way his hand shook at the mere sight of me. I smiled softly and raised my axe high above my head and swung it to the beat of the music earning a loud cheer from the crowd.

This was the final stage I had to complete before I reached my goal. The goal I had been working towards since I was five years old. The chance to compete in The Hunger Games. I had endured rigorous training for the past ten years so I could become one of the fifteen to take part in the final competitions to see who my District would put forward. I had gone through every class from survival to earning popularity and gave my all during battles with my fellow finalists and now here I was. Only one opponent stood between me and my place as this year's tribute. I had been taught well and in every battle, the most I walked away with was a bruise or a slight cut but I wasn't bigheaded. My opponent was here for a reason. Like me, he had destroyed every contestant he had been given in the final and it only took one slip up for me to end up in a bloody heap on the floor.

"Five…four..." My breath became calm as our trainer started counting down. I lowered my axe to my side, the tip of the handle facing my opponent and the blade facing the crowd of younger trainees. I smirked as I heard a few snigger at the way I held my axe but what to them was a dumb mistake, was the reason I had got this far. I didn't fight the old fashioned way and put my own twist on moves I was taught. Using the same moves as everyone else never did anyone good and it looked like I would have to be the one to teach them that.

"three...two...ONE!" I moved forward the second my trainer bashed the gong behind him. I charged at the boy who held the axe in the regular position with the blade facing towards me. By the time he had swung his axe far enough back to gain enough momentum to be deadly, I was already on him.

I turned quickly but gracefully when I reached him, my axe swinging with the movement of my body. It cut through the air and struck him above the elbow, scraping bone as I pulled my blade across his muscular arm.

He screamed out in pain and swung his axe towards my tall frame. I saw the quick flash of silver and dropped my right leg to the ground and crouched down, just below his swing. He grunted in anger as he brought his axe back round and swung it down towards me in a straight cutting motion. I leaped to the side and swung my leg round making him slightly lose his balance earning a loud shriek from him as his foot slip from under him. Twisted ankle. I had them enough to know they were painful as hell and could affect your performance.

I swung my axe towards his legs and struck his knee caps and with a blood curdling scream and crack, he fell forwards, his axe raised above his head. As he fell forward, his axe struck my hand, cutting my index finger free but he quickly fell to the ground as his axe slid across the floor away from him.

I watched as my opponent let out a bloodcurdling scream as his hands grasped to his caved in knee cap. My breath was heavy and pained as I tried to stop the blood spilling out my hand but judging by the river of tears falling from my opponent's eyes, I was better off. I looked at my four finger right hand and started to feel better about it. My index finger was nothing but a stump now and the pain was horrid but I had completed the first part of my mission. I quickly calmed and rose to accept my victory. I had deserved it, I am Theo Kasius after all.

Authors Note: Theo Kasius is the first character I have created that had something to do with 'The Hunger Games'. I am not sure what I will do with him at the moment. I might submit him to a SYOT but depending on how I feel and how many people enjoy him, I might write my own short HG story centred around him. Let me know in the comments. I guess I could do both if the writer I submit him to doesn't mind him being in his own mini story.

The plan with this story for the moment is that the story will follow Theo's final week before he volunteers for the Games. This chapter see's him winning the right to volunteer to represent his District which is a big moment for him. This story will be about seven to eight chapters long (unless I decide to make up my own Games for him), and will show his inner thoughts and how he is treated with being the pick to represent his District in that years Games.

Let me know what you think of Theo and the next chapter will be up soon and I promise it will be longer.