Hi readers! This is my first Cato/Prim story. I hope you enjoy it, please leave reviews. By the way, the beginning starts with them picking Prim in the reaping. Katniss doesn't volunteer.


Prim's POV

''Primrose Everdeen'' The words struck me like lightning. Was this happening? I, Primose Everdeen, aged 12 being thrown into the Hunger games for the Capitols amusement. My mind couldn't keep track of what was going on. One minute I was standing there mouth wide open as my name was called, and the next I was standing on stage shaking hands with my fellow District 12 partner Peeta Mellark. I have to say, he was beautiful. His deep blue eyes and bright blonde hair stood out from any other in our district. However he was far older than me with an age gap of at least 4 years. I slightly remember him as the boy who had a huge crush on my sister Katniss. I wonder where she was the moment I got reaped. Crying with mother? Laughing as it wasn't her? I wouldn't know since she never came to say goodbye. We weren't as close as we were before father died. His death caused us two to slowly drift apart. Mother on the other hand practically ran after me as I was carried from the stage. Her eyes were full of tears waiting to fall. My cheeks began to feel warm as I too let my stream of tears fall from my eyes. Mother held me closely to her. I assume she knows a girl of my age won't be coming back from these games. If I did it would be a first considering all the older, stronger and smarter tributes from other districts who have trained all their lives for this moment. It wasn't long before Mother was carried away from me by 2 peacemakers. I wasn't going to win this; I wasn't going to see her again.

Cato's POV

It wasn't a surprise when I volunteered for this year Hunger Games. Besides, I had been chosen to. It was a huge honour for my family, and I knew I would come back a winner with more money than needed. I knew I would win this year, I could feel it.

My district partner looked young, with her Brown hair and brown eyes. I assumed she was no older than 14. I could kill her quickly. However it did come to mind how she had been chosen to volunteer this year. Nobody at her age had been before. I wondered what she was hiding but decided to ignore it. ''Just remember the name Clove'' I thought to myself.

The rest of the day flew by and before I knew it I was sitting on the train watching the rest of the reapings. Nobody was much of a threat, Glimmer the girl from 1 seemed like a right drip, flicking her blonde hair around like a little girl. Marvel her partner had muscles, but seemed a bit of a cocky one. I made note to kill him first after the Careers turned on each other. Nothing impressed me from the other tributes. The usual small and thing ones from the poor districts. Thresh on the other hand the male from District 11 seemed capable of being a match for me. He was about my size, looked strong and would be able to take a good fight.

''Cato, you better watch out for him, seems like he could take you down'' Clove laughed. I ignored her and carried on watching the reapings. That's when my heart stopped. She was beautiful. Her long curly blonde hair stood out from any other girl. The adorable dress she was wearing made her look so delicate and small. She was going to be mine. Her name was Primrose. My rose. I believe she was about 12. But age didn't matter, she would be mine. I clenched my fist as I saw the tall blonde haired boy next to her. Peeta Mellark I believe. The way he hugged her as a few tears fell from her soft rosy cheeks made me want to hit him. SHE IS MINE. How I wanted to kill him right now. I kept thinking of ways to slaughter him. That would teach him for touching her. It took me a while to realize that everyone had left the room and I was sitting alone day dreaming. I decided I should get some rest. I entered my room on the train and slowly peeled the covers over me. Primose Everdeen, My rose, you will be mine, and that little boyfriend of yours won't stop me.