Author's Note: This was written for the STARVATION CCCNCC (a link is on my homepage on my profile) Basically a competition for Au's. SO in this fic, it answers the questions of what would it have been like if Gale had been born in District 2.
I do not own what you recognize.
Chapter 1
"The reapings are tomorrow you idiot," the girl snapped, her dark green eyes flashed as she grabbed the youth's hand and looked at it under the moonlight of District 2.
"Afraid for me?" He smirked.
"More likely afraid for her district's pride." Another young man glared at him. "You're not volunteering with that."The gray eyed man gestured towards his friends swollen and bruised hand that was bleeding in several places. It was obvious to them that something was broken.
The two young men glared at each other under the street lights that always turned on this late at night. The young woman stood off in the shadows. They all made an interesting set. The woman's lithe frame was ready to move as she watched the hulking boys. The young man with the hurt hand was simply monstrous from his stature to his cold eyes and only at seventeen years old too. The other man was eighteen, he matched the other youth in height but his muscles were like wire beneath his skin, his gray eyes were not cold, but calculating.
"Cato, you can't. Next year," Clove promised him while glaring at his hand.
"Think, Cato. Next year you can go in and be the victor they talk about for years, not just another victor," Gale tried to reason with his long time friend.
"You can't stop!" Cato shoved his friend in the chest towards a brick wall.
"Watch me!" Gale grabbed Cato's shirt and with a heave switched their positions and slammed Cato into the bricks. "You won't go in."
"I'll volunteer if I have to," Cato Snapped.
"I'll volunteer to keep you out. I'm older, I have seniority." Gale's voice was barely a growl.
"Gale no!" Clove's face scrunched into a scowl. "That's enough you two."
Cato swung his good fist up at Gale's head. Gale was ready for it though, he blocked the punch and countered with a knee in his friends stomach followed by an elbow into side. Gale raised a fist to swing again but Clove had grabbed his arm to pull him away.
Clove shoved Gale away from Cato. "Neither of you are going anywhere tomorrow. Got it?" she yelled at them. "I'll see you at the celebrations tomorrow, Cato."
Gale looked between his friends. "I'll see you tomorrow, Cato. Go home, get some rest and have your hand seen to." He then left in the same direction as Clove, leaving Cato hunched on the ground, glaring.
