I do not own the hunger games or these characters. Kinda wish i did though.
This is a new concept for me, and only thought of it last night :D hope you like it.
Summary:
Three weeks, three weeks was all it took. To turn everything I ever believed in, into ashes.
All those stolen glances, I never truly understood the effect he had on me and me on him.
"Maybe I do understand Cato better than I think, how much pain we are both in, how much we really cannot trust anyone but ourselves. We hide our real emotions and show the demon within us to keep us strong." Cato + Johanna = Johto fanfic.
Johanna POV
"The Victor of the 71st Hunger Games is Johanna Mason of District 7" The loud voice echo's though out the arena.
Why echo? It's just me, and that's when it hits. I'm the only one left; I have singly defied the expectations of the whole country. Shit. Mum always told me I had a knack of finding trouble. The large hovercraft which circled the arena dropped and electric shock ladder which encases my body with a shock which numbs your muscles. I look around at the arena I know will now have a home in my nightmares, all the faces I have mutilated, all the death that I have seen and done myself.
The doctors push me into a white medical bed checking my wounds. They put a gas mask over me to start the surgery's to help heal my markings that lay bleeding on my body. I look towards the doctors, one pair of eyes look at me with their green eyes like the trees that surround my little run down shack at home. That's when I notice, they look like Jarrahs. My eyes go as wide as dinner plates, when Jarrah brings out the axe that I had hit him with and smiled down at me.
"Jo, Jo," he shakes his head as he presses the axe to my neck, as I'm trying to stay awake from the knock out gas. " Maybe you shouldn't of thrown this lovely specimen of an axe at my head with my back turned, we were supposed to be allies, but I guess not, I think this is going to be more fun for me than you." As quickly as lightning the axe dropped towards my neck. That's where I scream.
I sit up, shaking and tears finding their way down my cheeks. I look around my room, my ears trying to pick up any movement within my Victors House. Nothing. That's all that I feel nothing.
So this is a little sneak peak of what is to come, NEVER BEFORE HAS a CATO and JOHANNA Fanfiction be done, so be PROUD, and REVIEW.
