He needed to break something. No. He needed to kill something.
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Chapter 1: Reaping
Cato
Ever since the game ended, the urge to kill something was stronger than ever. There was this monster inside of him with never ending urgency coursing in its bloodstream that he couldn't calm down. It was constantly asking for more violence, for more pain, for more blood.
It was always demanding for more death no matter how many times he let it slipped, the monster inside of him was never satisfied. It wanted more. It wanted retribution for the hell they put him through. It wanted revenge for the pain they inflicted on him. It wanted to be free.
But of course, no one would willingly let a monster free. So they put him on meds. They gave him tranquilizer. They placed him in never ending white rooms and watched his every move because they knew that one wrong from them would provoke the monster inside of him. And the monster had no problem pouncing on them.
He couldn't even remember how many people he killed after during and after the game. The boy from district 4, the girl from district 11, the kid from district 9, the blonde from district 5, the man from district 3, the nurse, the peacekeeper, the doctor, the…..
It was a never ending bloodshed; yet, his monster was never calm. It was never quiet. It was agitated. It was always looking for something. It was always waiting for something. Something different. Something that would save him. Death, perhaps? No. The capitol loved their victors too much to let something unfortunate happen to him.
They called him Brutal Cato, and he was the victor of the 73rd Hunger Games.
As a victor, he was supposed to be a mentor for this year's 74th Hunger Games but they proclaimed him as mentally unstable for the moment. He snorted. However, they expected him to pay full attention to this year's game as he tagged along Enobaria and Brutus as they mentor. Hence, the reason they released him from his meds.
However, the monster inside of him did not like the presence of people around him. He did not like people touching him. That was why, as he watched the recap of the reaping in the mentor's room with the other mentors, he was very agitated.
He tried focusing on the screen to stopped his thoughts of killing. District one's and two's tributes were cocky and over confident. Like him. They were careers like him afterall. The game would wipe out those smirks.
District three, four and five were decent but oblivious and lacking. Dead.
The rest of the district's tribute after the five districts were just a blur of disappointments and pity. They were the poorer districts after all. As he looked around the mentor's room, the mentors wore the same expression and it gave away their thoughts.
Weak, coward, lacking, disappointment, unfit, no competition, pity, and… dead. Mentors definitely knew if a tribute would survive or not.
That was why when a tiny blonde girl, Primrose Everdeen, no older than 11, was called for district 12, a heavy sigh was heard around the room. Dead.
But pity quickly changed to confusion because there was commotion at the back of the reaping. A girl was shouting the female tribute's name.
"Prim!... Primrose!"
The camera zoomed in to the commotion and a girl was pushing people to get to the tiny blonde. And then, she uttered those words that were never uttered in other districts that were not career districts.
"I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!" The girl said in a demanding voice and the people, the reaping, and the mentor's room were left with half amazed and half surprised people. Eyes wide and mouth gaping, people who were watching the reaping did not dare to breathe. He could've sworn that even the monster inside of him was quiet for once.
Everyone had their eyes fixated on the girl's form as she walked towards the blonde girl and just like that, the tiny blonde started crying and shouting for the other girl to stop and take back what she said. But the girl was not deterred. She hugged the tiny blonde for a second before a boy took her away from her.
Then the camera zoomed in even more to her face. She had a tall, lean but muscular olive skinned figure, a feminine grace with soft steps that gave her identity away. A huntress. A predator. And no one even knew it. He smirked. Interesting.
And as the camera moved to her face, Cato heard his breath hitched. She had a dark hair flowing behind her, a high cheek bone, a defined structure, a full luscious lips, and a pair of grey eyes that won't be refused. She was beautiful.
She walked towards the stage where the colorful escort was waiting. The girl walked a death march but never did she falter. She had her eyes straight, hands in a fist, and head high. She was going to see it through. And as she reached the stage, the escort asked for her name.
"Katniss Everdeen."
A name that the entire Panem would never forget. A name that the monster inside of him ingrained in its memory. A name that burned in his person.
And just like that everyone knew that she must be the sister of the tiny blonde. And just like that, everyone knew her unconditional love for her sister. And just like that, she shamed the rest of them. Because just like that, she showed that she was volunteering to keep a loved one safe when the rest of them volunteered for sport and glory. And just like that, she showed them that she was something better than all of them. A hero. Something that all of them couldn't ever be because they were too selfish and greedy. And just like that, Cato would always remember Katniss Everdeen for being different and for her bravery.
A boy tribute was called and he shook hands with the girl. The boy's hand linger for a second in the girl's hand and everyone in the mentor's room noticed it. The next second, the screen was off. And no one seemed to know what to think of the reaping especially of the girl.
"Well, shit if that wasn't one of the most interesting reaping of all time." Finnick Odair said sweetly with a glint in his eyes.
Everyone across the room conveyed their agreement, already sizing up their tributes' competition, but his eyes were still fixed on the screen.
Katniss Everdeen. You are something and I can not wait to meet you.
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