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A/N: Here's another short chapter. I hope you enjoy. Send me reviews. XX


Back in the Masonry District, District 2, are the wealthier people. Where most of the victors of the Hunger Games came from. Behind all the fame and riches, are troubled kids as well.

"Vincent stop it!" Mrs. Revere shouts as he tries to pull off her husbands off of Cato's neck.

"You stay out of this Shannon!" Mr. Revere replies and pushes his wife back with extreme force using his right hand which causes her to stumble backward and landed sitting on the floor. Mr. Revere's other hand was still on Cato's neck, still pinning him to the wall. "You are a worthless peace of shit! You are a disgrace to this family, you've brought nothing good to us your whole life! You are going to volunteer for this year's games and you are going to win! Your brother is even better than you," Mr. Revere continues to shout while pointing a finger at Cato's face.

Cato was still trying to break free from his father's grip, having a hard time breathing with two big, meaty, muscular hands around his neck like vicegrips.

"On second thought, you can die for all I care," his father continues to babble, acting like a killer himself, "you will never live up to our expectations unlike how your brother did, you will never be part of our family's legacy," Mr. Revere continues.

"Let go of me," Cato speaks as he still struggles.

"You're not worth my time, you ridiculous excuse for a son" Mr. Revere replies with annoyance as he finally lets go of Cato's neck, he turns around and walks away. Approaching the door and then shutting with a loud thud behind him.

Cato tries to regain his breathing, coughing for air to return back to his lungs. His face went blue from the difficulty but is starting to return back to it's normal color. His mom gets up to approach her son. She holds him and cups his cheeks, "Son, are you okay?" she tries to talk to him despite the fact that she was tearing up and was having trouble speaking herself.

"Now you care? You're just like the rest of them, you don't care about me," Cato shouts and removes and throws his mother's hands from his cheeks down.

"I'm sorry son, I'm very sorry," she then breaks down and starts to cry.

"I don't want to believe you anymore, when I get back, you will all be proud of me, I swear on my grave!" Cato replies loudly as he gets up and runs up the stairs to his room, shuts the door behind him and locks it.

Cato Revere is not an only child, he has a fraternal twin brother who won the previous Hunger Games and came home with fame and riches. He was always overshadowed by his brother. His brother was always the favorite, the good child, while he was considered as the back-up son, who didn't really mean anything. His mother would support him, but she was too scared of her husband that she couldn't pay much attention to Cato anymore, she always had to take care of her other son out of her husband's orders. Cato comes from a family of Victors, his brother, his father, his uncle, his aunt, his grandmother and so on and so forth. He enrolled himself into the career academy to train fro himself. He is persistent to enter the games despite the ignorance given by his family, determined to prove himself worthy as a Revere.


"Give me back my knife!"Cato shouts and shoves his fellow trainee.

" I didn't freaking take your knife!" the other guy, who will be called by the name 'Sanders', replies.

" Oh, I know you did it! Give back my knife," Cato shoves him once again and this time, he stumbles.

"Look dude, how many times do I have to tell you, I didn't take your fucking knife!" Sanders screams at Cato as he straightens back up.

"You fucking liar! I want my knife back!" This time, Cato punches him in the jaw.

"What the fuck?" Sanders says as he holds his jaw to check if it's still in tact, "Idiot!" Sanders returns the favor by giving Cato a hit on his right jaw.

The two get deeper into the fight they're surely catching people's attention. The rest of the trainees in the room start to make a crowd around them. Kenya, the head trainer of the weapons center, sees the crowd and runs toward it. She pushes past the trainees to get into the main event and check why these trainees are not in their respective posts.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Kenya approaches the two, which are currently on the ground beating each the shit out of each other. Kenya gets nearer and pulls Cato off Sanders and holds him back while another trainee helps Sanders up and wraps his shoulders around him for support since Sanders can't really stand straight after Cato's massive punches. "Would someone explain to me what's going on?!" Kenya exclaims turning her head to the both of them.

"That fucking loser took my knife!" Cato shouts as he puts his gaze and points to Sanders behind Kenya.

"I already fucking told you, I didn't take your knife!" Sanders replies weakly yet forcibly to make sure Cato and Kenya hears what he's saying.

"Alright, that's enough!" Kenya tells the both of them holding up both of her hands as a signal to stop.

"You," she turns around and points to the trainee holding Sanders up, "take that boy to the clinic and get him fixed, " and you," pointing back at Cato, "get the hell back to your posts over there or do I have to call some peacekeepers to send you away? Go!" She moves her fingers to the right corner side of the center where the sword section is located.

Cato turns around giving a threatening look at the other trainees crowding around and walks to the swords section, barely bruised or wounded compared to Sanders. Cato was a bigger guy, buff and tall. Sanders was kind of 2 inches smaller than him and an average looking type.

"And what are you guys standing around for? Get back to training!" Kenya shouts and commands to the crowd who are still stuck to their spots. They quickly run back to their businesses and pretend like nothing happened.


Cato picks up the biggest sword from the case and goes on to the dummies at the practice range part of the section. He starts attacking them like they were real people, slashing one dummy's abdomen, plunging the sword into the chest of another, cutting of one more dummy's arms and decapitating another. He surely is on a roll.

"Excuse me," Cato hears a girl's voice from behind. He stops his for a while and turns around, "here you go, sorry." Says the girl, handing a knife to Cato. She had hair the color of raven, height between 5'5 or 5'6. Cato was a giant so he was looking down at her. She had deep blue eyes and things that looked like freckles on her cheeks.

"What's this?" asks Cato taking the knife from the girl's hands.

"It's your knife," she replies.

"So, you were the one who took it?" questions Cato.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I left my own set of knives over at my house and I wanted to practice. I usually hold a set cause I'm more of a thrower. But I thought about practicing with something kind of like a dagger. All the knives on the shelves were taken and that was just laying around so I decided to, kind of, borrow it." the girl answers back.

"How did you even know this was mine?" Cato looks at his knife then returns his gaze back to girl in front of him.

"Because it wasn't like the other knives on the shelves, plus, no one else brings in knives of their own except for me, as far as I knew," she smirks then puts her hands on her hips.

"Just be thankful you're a girl so I can't hit you, well, except if you were in the games with me, I would totally kill you, no matter what," Cato says, showing confidence.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that," she replies and this time, crossing her arms.

"And why not little missy?" Cato chuckles, thinking this is going to be funny.

"Because if that's the case, I'm surely going to kill you first," she said.

Cato brings out a big laugh. "Hahaha! Are you freaking serious? You won't stand a chance!" Cato replies, still laughing in between words.

"You'll see, I ain't in this stupid academy for no reason." She says dropping her arms back to her sides.

"Yeah, whatever. Get lost pipsqueak, I have some training to do before the reaping in a few days," he turns his back around and starts to get back to business.

"The name's Clove, jerk," she replies, Cato still has his back turned.

"Whoever you are, I don't fucking care alright? Anyway, thanks for giving back my knife, next time you take it without asking, I'm going to plunge it into your heart," Cato exclaims as he settles the knife down on the table and picks up the sword before attacking the dummies once again.

"Ugh, jerk" Clove scoffs, turns around and walks away.


A/N: Pardon the grammatical errors, I wrote this in the middle of the night so I was kinda drowsy. Anyway, I know Clove had a short part here but this fanfiction still has a long way to go, so you can expect more appearances and more Clato.