Unspoken

Hawkins-Melody

There's a… attraction between them no matter how unspoken; Cato plans on making a speech of it.

I don't own the Hunger Games.

A/N: I couldn't help myself. It was killing me really. I had to do it. Review? Please, it'll help a girl's confidence and I'll try to write better. If you have any critique on it share but make sure it's literary arts and not about the pairing. Yes, no flaming please. Enjoy!


I was born to kill.

That's the truest statement ever. I was raised by Maestro Accumilon and Seraphim Accumilon. Both had won the Hunger Games and been Careers at the Academy. The Academy was where all the Careers were trained, soaked to the bone in blood, and if failed, death. I stood at the top. My father coached me up until I was eight when the Academy accepted me as their youngest coordinate.

My father was eighteen when he won the Hunger Games as he volunteered. My mother was picked a tribute however, she didn't complain or bitch about it or have a volunteer take her place. My father told me when she stood up there, her eyes blazed with something that said 'Don't you dare take this from me. She was just as ruthless when she entered the field. Generally, my mother was the top woman in our District. From my father, apparently on the first night she was solo. She murdered the Careers while they rested. She first killed the watch, then two of them sleeping in the Cornucopia, then the last one who had screamed for bloody murder. The rest came easily to her. My father was awestruck by this, apparently. Our District was shocked by how fast the Hunger Games ended; it was over in three days, tops. I suppose though, that my mother got a scolding too about not making it a better show. I don't doubt this thought though; my father was just as murderous.

He was a Career; his alliance consisted of District 1 and District 3. They weren't stupid though. Far from it, actually, in fact they did manage to hunt down all the weaker Tributes and slaughter them. The girl career from my district killed the girl from three first, then my father took the boy. District boy and girl were killed by my father and in the end; the girl career from my district bowed down to my father and killed her, honorably. Whenever my father described it though, he told me that what needed to be done needed to be done and the girl, I'm remembering now I guess her name was Lavender. He told me though, later on, that Lavender was the best of District Two right after him and my mother. He would have married her too if he wasn't so set on my mother.

Another thing about me, I'm trained to get what I want.

Every year, in our District an eighteen year old boy volunteers as Tribute. Girls do the same thing, except, you can be sixteen. Specifically though, for boys you must be eighteen. Apparently, some scientists found some bull saying that boy's body's at eighteen are at it's height of physical strength. This was undeniable. Nobody in our district was out of shape. All our jobs in District Two were to train, train, and do whatever our District represented. That was done though, by the older men around the ages of sixty or seventy. They were fit though, to my surprise. My grandfather, Vero, was just as fit as he was when he was thirty despite his white hair and beard.

This is my year and at the district meeting this was decided. Clove Hathaway would also go as a volunteer. She was the youngest, sixteen, but she was on top too. It seemed logical that if we went in together, no one really stood a chance. Clove had the intent of pure instinct to kill and I had the ability to strike hatred and fear into others as well as murder and manipulate them to our strength. Clove was fairly attractive too with deep brown hair, ivory skin and green eyes. She was also very sociable. She made people laugh, teased them even but when it got down to training if you weren't on her side, you were on the losing side. I suppose her to be a close and good friend.

When we were younger, we used to spar. I won of course. If I had a side though, I would beat her. More likely than less whenever we did our Hunger Games Training we were on the same team with two to four others. We always won, never lost. The Mayor considered throwing us in early but decided that it would be even more entertaining if we waited for our rite of age. Plus some of the parents of the weaker volunteers were mad that their own children couldn't volunteer that year if Clove and I went. I smirked at the very remembrances of the complaint. If their child was weak, it was their own damn fault for raising them to be a marshmallow.

When I do win the Hunger Games, I know what I'll do after. I'll marry the girl right below Clove on the training list, Adele Lucas, who's attractive with curly locks of blonde hair and teal eyes. She's snide with her comments to her enemies yet a damn good girl when you actually hang out with her. It's a bit of shame that I'll have to marry a stiff. At least, if I'd married Clove, then I wouldn't worry about that. She'd be flavored and our children would share the good trait. Adele would give them great fundamentals in training like being a great aim with her bow and arrow. She's formidable opponent in battles but she's also one I can handle without a problem. She could never take me no matter how many times she'd bat her little eye lashes and grin up at me with pink painted lips. It's sickening, actually to me.

"Cato, get up. Your day is here, son." My mother wakes me shaking my shoulders. I roll my eyes.

"I don't sleep, mother; I wait." I retort. She rolls her eyes this time as I grin before she leaves my room. My mother is pretty with short blonde hair and blue-grey eyes. She's more in shape than most of the girls that are my age. However, she's older and devoted to my father and I. To making us happy and keeping we entertained. I actually believe this is what I want my life to be like after the Games.

I pull on a pair of black slacks, a white button up to match a black tie with it, and pull on black dress socks. I look into the mirror and brush away my blonde hair as I grin at myself before sighing and throwing on my loafers. I speed downstairs to where my mother and father are eating and talking.

"There's my son, the will be pride and joy of our District just like your mother and I were." My father greets. He is proud and bears blonde-brown hair like my mum with just as cobalt eyes. My father, he has shown me to ropes of life and led me down the right way of life.

"My father, I will bring back the glory and praise for mother and yourself." I promise nodding sternly. He nods back before my mother announces that breakfast is ready. We eat sausages, eggs, toast, and orange juice. I have two plates, knowing my metabolism is so well trained that it doesn't require me to try and work it off every two seconds. I'll most likely kill it on the way to the Reaping. To us though, it's not a reaping but a picking. We only pick the best to either volunteer or be picked.

I grin as we make our way to the reaping.

"And let's see the girl tribute will be," Claudia Frost pauses to reach in and pick a finely printed name. Her orange lips purse for a moment before she grins proudly as I look over to Clove see her smirk as she waits for her to call the name too. "Adele Lucas!" She exclaims before Clove immediately jumps up. I almost wince; my future wife though, doesn't look confused or shocked or pained just accepting. I almost want to smash her pretty girl attitude.

"I volunteer! I volunteer for Adele Lucas as tribute." She exclaimed proudly. The district goes into an uproar cheering as Claudia smirks knowingly before the peacekeepers exit Adele off the stage. She doesn't seem distressed but Clove looks like one happy twittering bird. She's grinning as though everyone is her prey and she meets my eyes, I can practically feel the excitement that runs through me. Clove and Claudia exchange names after that split moment as I stand dully in the crowds.

"Alright then, next we have our boy tribute and that will be." She reaches in again before withdrawing a name. "Alexander Bells, please step forward." Claudia smiles triumphantly. Alex, he was a good boy like Adele, but he sucked in one on one battling and more than once, I had taken him down.

"I volunteer," I proudly step forward. As though expecting this, Alex nods and steps back into the crowd. As I make my way up to the stages.

"Cato Accumilon." I say into the microphone before she can ask me. She raises a brow momentarily before saying some other kind of bull I didn't care for. All I cared for was that, I was here. I was going to murder someone. I was going to be victor.

"Cato, you gotta see this!" Clove is laughing her tiny touché off so I guess it's gotta be pretty damn funny. We're in the train now, after dinner. We're hanging out in her room, comfortably chatting. I'm lounging around and looking out the window, bored senseless. She's content with talking and watching the whole reaping.

"Watch," She murmurs her eyes intently fixed on the screen like it's one of her new knives.

Effie Tinkle or something like that enters the stage looking more ridiculous than our Claudia. That's saying something. Claudia had fake orange lips and fake contact cat eyes. Her hair was dyed a rainbow of colors as she wore a puffy red dress as she spoke with her long plastic eyelashes fluttering every twelve seconds. At least Claudia wasn't a try-hard like Effie.

"Primrose Everdeen," she exclaims clapping. The camera shifts to an adorable little girl with blonde hair and silver eyes that stare back at us hesitantly but move forward. I catch movement behind her though, the peacekeepers starting to bring her up another girl approaches and my heart. Well it stops.

She's gorgeous with deep brown-black hair and eyes that are like the ever lasting silver in a ring. She's got this look though, this look of worry and it settles to disease in my stomach. Her hair is pulled back defiantly into a braid and only pieces of unsure fringe come out to softly frame her face. I want to. I want to run my hands through that hair and watch as those cloudy eyes stare back at mine completely lost. For a brief moment, I stop with eyes wide as I realize my heart has sped up. I shut my emotions down as I continue watching.

"I volunteer!" She exclaims, I have this sinking feeling she's not a career either. "I volunteer as tribute!" She screams louder. Drama begins as Primrose throws herself into a fit by screaming and crying as the goddess makes her way up to stage. Effie's plastered on face hasn't moved an inch. She confused but the camera allows us to see a man, around the goddess' age pick Primrose up and carry her away. Camera goes back to Effie. I look over at Clove and roll my eyes. She's having the time of her life while my heart suffers severe case of beating. I throw a pillow at her as she pouts.

"Hey, save it for the game, Cat face." She scowls.

"Let's give Katniss Everdeen a hand shall we?" Effie says. My eyes go back to the screen. Her name is Katniss. Like the plant, my mind rationalizes. I don't care for the boy tribute as I leave Clove's room with a roll of my eyes. I know she'll just continue watching something stupid.

As I lie down in bed my heart has returned to its normal pace but it's then I decide something.

Katniss Everdeen of District 12 is gorgeous.

I'm Cato Accumilon and I get what I want.

I want Katniss Everdeen and I want her as fast as I can get her.

I don't waist my time either

So there it is. Was it good? Please tell me if it was. I know I kind of skipped the meeting of mentors but if you want it, I'll add it into Katniss' small POV shot. I hope on mainly writing this is Cato's Point of View. It'll just add drama.

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