Chapter 2

Once again I do not own the Hunger Games or any of its characters

This story is rated T for language and later violence.

Cato's POV

The train finally reached a stop at the capitol. I took one last look at Clove before stepping off the train. My stomach felt weak as I looked at her dark black hair and the way it framed her face, the way her eyes shone in the light…

Stop it, I thought, the games are coming up and you are going to make allies, but at some point you have to kill them to win. But for some reason I preferred thinking about Clove than the games which was odd for a Career like me.

Later that night after I took a shower and hopped on top of my bed and started thinking about how I would want the games to play out. My dream arena could have any type of weather (preferably more cold than hot) and the cornucopia would be filled with an assortment of weapons from spears to maces. Then I would grab all I could and make allies with all the careers and anyone who was a good fighter. Next I would hunt until I had enough meat to last for months. Lastly we would set up camp and protect the food and supplies, and create shifts for games that way nobody would fall asleep while on guard and nobody would even leave a measly fingerprint on our precious supplies.

But then of course I would have to find a way to get rid of all the allies, including Clove. Oh well, I'll let the Gamemakers do it. But for some reason I didn't want Clove to die. I could not handle the thought of her bleeding to death or even worse getting blown to bits or dying of hunger. Then I thought of how damn stupid I am for letting Clove get in my way of wanting to win the games all I wanted to do was forget about Clove and let her escape from my life or the whole world, maybe I should just kill her first thing and get it over with. But then her face shows up in my head her eyes sparkling and her dark hair…

That was it. I shot up and with every heartbeat came a new wave of rage and finally I couldn't hold it in anymore and I stood before those damned white walls of this capitol building and within a matter of seconds I produced a hole the size of a bowling ball.

After that I started to calm down and walked out the door of my room and stood by the front of the elevator where guess-who (Clove) just had to show up.

After a while Clove started to speak "Nice redecoration."

"Yeah guess I was getting pre-games jitters" I replied sarcastically, and with that said she started laughing a melodic laugh that strangely reminds me of swords clashing.

We got into the elevator and Clove pressed the button to the roof. As it glided up we exchanged glances and she still was smiling her eyes sparkling. Five minutes of silence passed before it was broken by my voice,

"I heard that there is a force field surrounding here so nobody jumps off before the games, not that I would." After that nobody spoke. Then Clove came closer to me step by step by step by step until we were face-to-face. I tried to think of hunting in the games instead of Clove but then our lips touched, and we started to kiss...