Hey guys Drunken Assassin here with a new story. Now if you're going to leave a review make sure you thank my beta Mockingjay34. This is a Cato/Katniss fic, and after this one could you guys check out my other one please? It's called Freedom. This first chapter takes place on Katniss' first night in the Capitol. Mockingjay34 and I do not own anything.

Katniss' Pov
How did this happen? Why did it happen? As I look back into my life I ask myself over and over again, what did I do wrong? Everyone in District Twelve thinks the Reaping is rigged. I believe it now; I must have done something to offend the Capitol. They knew that if they rigged the bowl to have Prim's name be called, I would volunteer.
I still remember it, the Reaping. It will be forever burned into my mind.

~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~

"Welcome, welcome. To the Seventy-Fourth annual Hunger Games." Effie spoke in her weird Capitol accent. "Don't forget, may the odds be EVER in your favor," Effie enthusiastically shouted into the microphone. She walked over to the girl's reaping pool and waved her hand over it before finally reaching in and pulling out a piece of paper. She took a moment to read it and said, "Primrose Everdeen!"
At that moment my entire life flashed before my eyes. I saw my father, learning how to hunt, Prim's birth, buttercup (blasted cat), her goat. I didn't even think twice. "I VOLUNTEER! I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!" I shouted trying to escape the Peace Keepers that held me back.
"Well, well. It looks like District Twelve has its very first volunteer, come on up." I slowly took a few steps forward. "Come on, dear," Effie said in her ridiculous accent. Once I got to the stairs I saw her heels. God, those things looked like they were 10 inches high. Once I got to where Effie was standing she asked "What's your name dear?"
"K-Katniss Everdeen." My voice sounded just like it was when my father died, depressed and shocked.
"Well I bet my buttons that was your sister wasn't it?" She asked in a knowing voice.
"Y-yes." My voice was barley audible.
"Well, everyone, let's give a big round of applause for our very first volunteer, Katniss Everdeen."
The citizens of District Twelve raised the three middle fingers of their left hands to their lips and held them high. After she figured out what it meant, Effie quickly said, "And now for the boys."
She walked over to the bowl and once again waved her hand over it and reached in and pulled out a small slip of paper. She scurried over to the microphone, opened the paper and said, "Peeta Mellark." No. Just no. The Capitol can't be that cruel can it? This boy saved my life once; I never even got to repay him for it. I don't think I ever will be able to; we could both be dead in two weeks… we probably will be dead in two weeks.

~~~END FLASHBACK ~~~~

Ugh! I need air. I walked over to the elevator and pushed the roof button. Once the elevator dinged I walked over to the edge. I looked down below at the Capitol from above; we were about 16 floors high. I wonder what falling would feel like.
"You can't jump, there's a force field."
I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned around and saw a flash of blond. Peeta? No, Peeta is not that built. I looked up and came face to face with my most dangerous enemy. I had just come face to face with the District Two tribute, Cato. "Hello, fire girl," he said with the biggest smirk on his face.
"You're not supposed to be up here. Only tributes from Twelve are allowed," I nearly hissed.
"Aw, what are you going to do? Get your drunken mentor? All the districts saw that embarrassment at your Reaping. Speaking of the Reaping, you've got guts but, guts won't save you in the arena now will it?" He spoke slowly. The smirk, if possible, getting bigger and bigger.
"I don't need guts what I need is a…" I stopped myself. I almost let my secret out. No one can know what I can do, not unless I want a target on the back of my head.
"Come on, tell me. I won't tell anyone. You can trust me," he whispered in my ear. At that I doubled over laughing. "Now, now Twelve, I don't see what's so funny."
"Please, you said I could trust you. I can't. You are my biggest competition in the arena, Cato. Marvel and Glimmer have no hope at all. Clove will be a challenge but, you Cato, you could kill me. Do you not understand that I need to win? You don't. You just want to." With that he smiled.
"You think I'm your biggest competition. Well, that's sweet. And yes I do want to win. Now, Katniss, do you really need to win? You just want to get back to your sister." He just crossed the line. No one talks about my sister.
"No Cato, I need to get back to my district, if not they will starve. Sure, I want to get back to my sister but I also need to do this for Twelve so I can feed them. Do you know what starving feels like? Of course not, you're the Capitol's lap dog always fed and pampered. So fuck off." The next thing I know I am pushed against the wall. Cato had one of my hands gripped in his hand.
"You better watch what you say Twelve…" Slap!
"My name is Katniss and I have two hands dumbass!" I'm really asking to have my neck snapped now but I'm too angry to care. By the look of shock on his face I guess that he hasn't had anyone stand up to him in a while.
"Big mistake." He gripped both of my arms and squeezed hard enough to almost break them.
"Ouch! Cato, stop please your hurting me." Something I said must have gotten through to him because the angry look in his eyes was replaced with worry.
"Goodnight Katniss. I suggest that tomorrow you show us what you really can do if you want to live past the first day."
"Attention tributes attention, due to unforeseen problems, training for the Hunger Games shall be two weeks instead of three days. That will be all." The legendary vice of Claudius Templesmith boomed over the loudspeaker.
"Well, well, guess who gets to live a few more days-."
"You."
"That's what you think, Good night." He whispered lightly his breath hitting my neck. Before he walked to the elevator he pecked my check. Normally I would have tried to strangle him, but considering the position I was in, that wasn't the smartest thing to do. There was one other thing about that little peck though. It felt something. Something I haven't felt in a long time.

Well that's the first chapter. Hoped you liked it. Please push the little blue button at the bottom please? It would mean a lot, don't forget to like and follow! Now before you flame my ass about why the training was moved back read the summary.

~~~~~Drunken Assassin, Mockingjay34~~~~~~