Chapter 1: Katniss's POV

Somewhere far away, I can hear the crowd murmuring unhappily as they always do when a twelve-year-old gets chosen because no one thinks this is fair. And then I see her, the blood drained from her face, hands clenched in fists at her sides, walking with stiff, small steps up towards the stage, passing me, and I see the back of her blouse has become untucked and hangs out over her skirt. It's this detail, the untucked blouse forming a ducktail, that brings me back to myself.

"Pri-"

"I volunteer!" A strong powerful voice cuts me off and cuts through the whispering like butter, I look over to my right to see Cahila Sethenton looking me directly in the eyes, I give her a nod of thanks as she strides over to Prim. She has a strong muscular build, 5.7" wide shoulders, and curvy hips. She has strange eyes, one forest green and the other sky blue, she has long dark black hair that was pulled back in a high ponytail and goes down to her waist. She didn't bother to dress up, she was wearing a tight black tube top and black leather pants that went to her mid-calf, hunting boots and black studded gloves with the fingers cut off at the second knuckle. She lightly touched Prims shoulder and steered her back to me. I didn't catch any of the rest of the reaping because Prim ran at me and hugged me fiercely. Only after the reaping did I properly thank her, I ran into her room in the justice building and threw myself at her, as I was hugging her she whispered 9 words that saved Prims life again.