Summary: The Hunger Games were a place of blood, death, and misery. A place where you know your death was inevitable, unless you were a Career. Not a place for ridiculous love triangles and forced kisses. But obviously, Marvel and Cato did not understand that. At least to Katniss they didn't.
Rated: T, maybe M later on.
A/N: Oh yeah, super pumped. WOO!
Eleven. Eleven. A small, puny, 16-year-old, district 12 girl beats Cato's proud, 10. He wasn't angry. He was positively livid.
Beside him, Clove's face was scrunched up in a mixture of disgust and anger, obviously in distress over the score. "It's a glitch!" She shrieks after a moment.
"A glitch! A GLITCH! They meant 1! THEY MEANT 1!"
Cato flinches and glares icily at his district partner, to other people, they would have taken it is a sign to back down and shut up, but to Clove, ironically a cousin of Cato's, ignores this glare and continues ranting. Brutus and Enobaria don't even try to calm her as they are in shock of the 'District 12 scum's' magnificent score.
Finally through with it, Cato throws down the couch pillow in anger, stomping to the elevator in a rage.
"Oy! Where do you think you're going?!" Brutus yells after the 17-year-old. Cato doesn't answer. He needs to blow off some steam, and obviously he was going to go chop off some dummy heads in the training arena.
Similarly enough, Katniss had already strolled in there, shooting arrows into the heads of dummies in a weird joy. Never in a million years had she thought she'd get an 11 on a training score. Hell, she never thought she'd even have a training score if it weren't for her beloved Prim being reaped. But for shooting an arrow at the Gamekeepers, pinning the apple in their pig's mouth to the wall? Katniss would never understand the capitol.
She was ignorant of the last time she was down there shooting, when a district one career caught her shooting a dummy square in the heart seemingly without even a bat of her eyelash.
Obviously this was not a good choice.
Just as she shot her 4th arrow, the very arrow just slicing through the dummies neck, at that exact moment, Cato fumed inside, pausing abruptly when he see's the weapon go through the unmoving object.
Katniss doesn't notice him out of sheer concentration, and loads her bow again. Aiming for the head now, and once she pulls back and lets go, it shoots clear into the brain, resulting in an instant kill if it were a real person.
She smiles to herself and turns to the arrow rack she had dragged over to her side to pluck another one off, but yelps when she feel's a hand tap her shoulder. She spins around in surprise, uncharacteristically dropping her bow in the process and backs up against the cool metal rack.
Cato's hands slam against both her sides, gripping onto the metal tightly and leaning his body over Katniss, giving her the image that she was even tinier than she appears.
"So that's how you got your 11, huh Twelve?" He demands, cold gray-blue eyes looming down on her.
Katniss feels fear at first, you'd be insane not to. She cranes her head up and her brain racks through endless information before it's registered. The unkempt ash blonde hair, the broad shoulders, the piercing blue eyes. It couldn't be anyone else other than the ruthless killing machine from district 2.
Cato felt a jab of satisfaction as Katniss glances up at him with fear and surprise in her usually cold and intense liquid silver eyes, but felt a rush of confusion and surprise when they turn from fear to fire in the matter of seconds.
The fire was crackling again and she juts her chin up in defiance her eyes dancing in fierceness and unwillingness. "I have no idea what your talking about Two." It was oddly... arousing.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about Fire-girl. You can work a bow and arrow." Katniss gulps and sends a quick glance at the gray bow that was now sprawled on the floor after she dropped it, and quickly met his eyes again.
"You can say that." She mutters, a wave of deja vu and frustration washing over her for her obvious talent being found out by another Career tribute. "I'm not that good..."
"You must have been excellent to get a higher score than me." Cato growls. "To get a higher score than anyone else." Then he thinks for a moment. "Or maybe your just a slut who slept with the judges to get your score."
That seemed to do it. Katniss looks up at him with such fiery defiance and anger, it was a burning inferno of hate inside her eyes and it looked so inviting to the sadistic teen. In one swift movement, Katniss was raising her hand, and in another moment there was a painful hitting sound and suddenly Cato's cheek stung. Katniss dropped her hand and huffed in anger, she hoped that bastard would feel that tomorrow.
Cato is stunned for a moment, and his mind goes blank. He really does not know how to react, but his body seemed to move on its own.
His lips suddenly crash onto hers, and he unknowingly presses his body closer to her's, his arousal now evident and registered to his mind and Katniss's.
He bit her lower lip and slid his tongue across it, demanding entrance and dominance, and in Katniss's surprise, she squeaks and unwillingly allows entrance to her mouth. Cato wastes no time in shoving it in, almost moaning at the taste of vanilla and slight lemon-drops.
Katniss just stands there in shock before she is fully aware of the situation at hand and finally reacts, she tries to back up but Cato's body follows, his hands on a good grip against the rack. She tries shoving him with her fists but he is simply to strong, and she tries shoving his tongue out of her mouth using her own, but Cato just pushed forward.
It was become hard to breath, but Katniss was stuck in between metal and a hard flash wall. Eventually, Cato does pull away, the both of them panting for fresh air, Cato much preferring Katniss's mouth even though his lungs disagreed.
They were breathing heavily and hard, Katniss even more than Cato, so when he presses his forehead against hers, the best she can do is glare at him harshly. "Your mine now Katniss." He whispers as he licks his lips and grins maliciously. "Mine to kill, mine to take. In the arena, or maybe even tomorrow."
"Not even in your dreams you sick psychopath." Katniss snarls, pushing against him again once she finally caught her breath.
Cato just chuckles darkly before brushing his lips onto Katniss's again, then pulling away and stalking towards the elevator. "Remember this Katniss. It's only the beginning."
And Katniss could only watch as he leaves, in a sick, horrified, fiery trance.
Oh Cato. You bipolar little butt. ^.^ I think I really portrayed the two sides of him here. The dark obsessed side, and the easily-angered monster. Feedback?
Marvel isn't even mentioned in this chapter and I feel a little bad. Don't worry! He'll be there in the next chapter!
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