Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games
Hello Fan fiction world! This is my third Fan fiction but this time I will update it. I promise. Let's cut to the chase; This is from Cato's POV and it's during the 74th Hunger Games (the same one as Katniss and Peeta) I'm ending it the same so Cato will die. I think there is more to Cato then what was in the books. So please read this first chapter and feel free to stop reading if this story isn't your style. Whatever floats your boat. Anyway, I did write all of this by myself but my friend grapefruit23 helped with corrections. Enjoy!
- thehungergamesfanfictionwriter
It isn't easy living with a victor. One who is rude, selfish and arrogant. The kind who lies and cheats at cards. Well, that describes my brother, Trevor Ludvig. He was crowned victor of the 73rd annual Hunger Games last year. He wants me, Cato to follow in his footsteps and be victor this year. He says its important I get into the games this year because next year I'm ineligible for The Reaping. I'm supposed to volunteer at The Reaping under Trevor's orders. The only problem is I don't want to go. I know I should want to because I live in District 2 "the land of victors" but I don't seethe appeal if being in an arena with 23 other people and having to kill over half of them.
Despite my debates against my family, I have been enrolled in our local Games training centre where I learned how to be violent, use a sword, and well, violently use a sword. I gush about it at home because I have to bit I really hate the training centre. To be honest I prefer to climb the mountains. Be have so many here is District 2. Climbing is what makes me so strong. If you ask anyone else they would say I'm strong because of all of my "hard" training but really, it's the climbing. I'm dreading The Reaping this year because this time I'm really going, I have to volunteer, no backing out. All if this is on my mind as I walk to the square.
Danielle Spark, our district escort, trots onto the stage. She has on a green wig, green gloves and disturbing green powder all over her skin that I personally think makes her look like an alien. In her sing-song capital accent she explains the Games, like after 73 years of them we haven't figured them out. She starts with her signature "Ladies first" and walks over to the large glass Reaping bowl. Dramatically, she pulls out the girl's name. All of the girls hold their breath hoping she will call on them. "Clove Demore"! Danielle trills. A 16 year old girl literally sprints onto the stage.
I recognize Clive from the training centre. She's great at throwing knifes. The thing about her no one likes is how violent she is. One day a 17 year old boy named Ben was walking around the district. You see, Ben is afraid of everything (except his shadow. He over came that fear last year). So while he was walking minding his own business, Clove came out of no where and full on attacked him. Poor Ben suffered a broken nose.
I'm personally looking at everything on stage but my brother. He is sitting onstage because it is part of the victor's honour or something stupid like that. He still manages to catch my eye and mouths "Volunteer". Because his eyes are boring into my soul I nod and look away. Danielle is already at the boy's Reaping bowl and is pulling out a name. "Ben Polizzi"! Ben's face drains of colour. He begins to take the stage when I into the aisle and shout "I volunteer as tribute"! Danielle seems very satisfied that someone has taken Ben's place. Ben scampers off the stage as Trevor gives me a thumbs up.
There. It's done now. I volunteered for certain death. Danielle cheerfully asks my name and I give it to her - Cato Ludvig. I'm in the Games now. I have to compete. There's no going back now.
So that's that for this chapter. I'm totally open to ideas and constructive criticism (Key word constructive) so please review if you have anything to say. If you don't and are just in awe at my skills, you can just follow and favourite this. Thank you so much for reading, to me, it means the world.
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- thehungergamesfanfictionwriter