Eleri Morgan Save Us A Clato Fanfiction
Chapter One
Time slowed. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. I took in my surroundings. Fane was sprinting at me from one direction, Parker was running at me from the other. I stopped and took a second to anticipate their next moves. I inhaled deeply. A split second before Fane reached me I jumped three steps ahead, twisted, grabbed Fane's arm and pulled him over onto his back. I punched his windpipe to make sure he'd stay down while I had time to attack Parker. Parker reached me just after I punched Fane so I was ready for his easy attack. He went to kick out my knee but I spun around and kicked high aiming for his chest. I miscalculated and caught him in the stomach. Parker reeled clutching his stomach. I was only hoping to push him back, but the sound he made when my foot made contact told me I might have done some actual damage. I stood back from the scene preparing to run. The boys were both lying on the school yard clearly struggling to breathe. I looked around. Everyone on the yard stood far back staring at me like I was some alien. Great, Cato. I heard slow mocking clapping coming from behind me. I turned to look who was stupid enough to mock me while I was still seeing red. A man in a clean, black, Capitol made suit walked slowly towards me smirking. His hair was died an emerald green and it looked like an actual jewel flickering in the hot, District 2 sun. He had deep, purple lipstick on and a very pale skin tone. It was almost impossible to tell how old he was, the Capitol people were all the same, never ageing.
'Well, you certainly just gave us a show didn't you young man.' His patronizing tone angered me but I kept my face clear of emotion … I hoped. I saw behind the man a group of 7 people. Five of them were clearly Capitol from their fashion choices, but the other two I recognized. I swallowed hard and a feeling of dread appeared in my gut. The school's headmaster looked at me like I was a cockroach that needed to be squashed and Ms. Fontaine, the schools deputy, looked at me with equal disdain. The only two people in District 2, (other than the peacekeepers and my father) that could strike this reaction in me were the ones who had just seen me fight a vicious battle, leaving my attackers gasping like fish out of water a few metres behind me. When 2 minutes had passed and I had yet to reply the Capitol man coughed and started to talk. I looked defiantly into his watery blue eyes throughout his entire speech.
'What's your name boy?' He asked assessing me up and down.
'Cato Talon, Sir.' I said through gritted teeth. The man laughed a clearly forced laugh.
'A vicious warrior and understands how to respect his superiors.' He turned to the headmaster. 'Him. I want him. He's going to be the best victor yet!' He looked at me with glee in his eyes. My stomach dropped. He couldn't mean what he said. I was Cato Talon. I was only 12 years old. I hadn't even been to my first reaping yet. My dad was the District butcher. I was to keep my head down when I started school and in reward I would inherit the best going business in the town. My size didn't help though, people were intimidated by the size I was at the age of twelve and they chose me to pick on. But I wasn't a born to kill. I wasn't a Capitol puppet. And I knew what this man meant. He was putting me in the Academy. I was going to be in The Hunger Games.
