I am a weapon. I've trained my entire life for this. When my name is called at the reaping, there is no sadness or fear to waver through me, just acceptance and pride.

My mother and father could not look happier to see me up on that stage, heading toward what my entire life has been building up too. When we meet for the last time before the games, my mother requests I handle all the easy ones first, the further out the district the easier it would be. Form an alliance with districts One and Three, that they will be of the most help to me. My father then instructs me that once all the small weak districts are handled take out the strongest people in my group first.

There are no hugs or wishes of good luck, just stern words and advice to not forget a single thing I've learned. This was expected. My family wasn't warm, it was harsh. Of course, this was too a life lesson: depend on no one.

Our train ride was barely an hour, but I did manage to secure an alliance with the girl from my district, Clove. She is small and doesn't look like she can do much damage, but when she tosses a knife clear across our dining car and pins a spider to the wall, I note there is a district two warrior in her somewhere and she could be of use. We both know we stand the greatest chance of coming out of this alive.

The prep didn't have much to do image wise on me, my muscles were primed and my hair was as it had always been, cut short. They touched up a few scars from training and fighting with some other boys from my district a few days ago. Still, they offered me some advice, not to come off too cocky, because that will drive sponsors away. Sponsors were what really determined if we lived or died in the games.

Before a day had even passed, all the tributes had arrived and it was time for the parade. In my mind, I was already picking who would be the first and easiest to kill. Most of these kids couldn't be over 14, so already this was looking to be an easy game year. I already knew it would only be a matter of days until the victor crown would be placed upon my head, then I could go back home and live in the victor village, live on the spoils of the capitol, fulfill my destiny.

As Clove and I make our debut in the chariot, dressed as ancient soldiers, the crowd bursts out in cheers, throwing roses at us. Yes, everyone knows its a safe bet if one bets on our district. When we are almost to the end of the aisle, there was eruption of cheers. Much louder than it had been before. I steal a glance backwards, all cameras and attention were focused on the two flaming tributes from twelve. They were holding their hands together in the air, as if to show that they weren't going down without a fight. The people of the capitol were eating it up though, their cheering hadn't stopped yet.

As if making a mental note, I put the district twelve tributes at the top of my list. They were the greatest threat to my sponsors, and if I have to choose between me or them-well they better have two hovercrafts standing by when we meet at the Cornucopia. I look down to Clove and her eyes tell me that her mind is already making the same plans.

Yes, this will be an easy year indeed.

This idea hit me while I was at work, just want to know if I should go with it or just let it sink. Appreciate that you all took time to read it though! I wanted to know Cato's story, but I don't know if anyone else does. Hope you enjoyed!

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think!

RAWR