~Katniss~
As I sat on the train in my room I couldn't help but think about my friends from the meadow. I had watched the recaps of the Reapings and they are both Tributes. So I cried, I hadn't cried in years but this time I did. I cried for my friends, it didn't matter if I died or they died, either way I was losing a brother and sister. I might not only lose Prim but I will lose Cato and Clove for sure. Cato, he volunteered for this, he has become a monster, a killing machine. I hardly recognized him any more. Clove either, she looked as lethal as the knives she talked about training with. They had trained for these games and are ready for them, but I always dreaded them, because I hoped in some way if I wasn't in them, that I would see them again. But I guess that isn't going to happen, because once these games start. We are no longer friends.
We are enemies.
~Cato~
I sat on the train sending an evil glare at the television. Clove and I were watching the Reapings and we couldn't help but laugh at the Tributes from District 12. so a girl volunteers for her little sister. Big deal. But there was something about her that seemed familiar, I just couldn't place it.
"Cato! Are you even listening?" Clove annoyingly shouted next to me.
"what?" I angrily replied, shooting a glare in her direction.
"i said that it's going to be so easy to kill these Tributes from 12, they are nothing but skin and bone. It should be a snap." she says mimicking the proper movements to snap a person's neck. I simply nodded before I stood up to get something from the table of food. "so what were you thinking about before?" I heard her say as she came to stand next to me.
"the girl, that volunteered, did she look at all familiar to you?" I asked and she looked back at the girl's, Katniss's, face frozen on the screen.
"maybe a little. Hey Cato can I ask you a question?"
"what about?"
"lately I've been having these weird dreams. It has us, but younger, and some other girl about our age, older than me, but younger than you, in a meadow. And her dad was with us too. It seemed so real, like a memory. I was just wondering if maybe you remember anything like that." I stared at her. I had had those same dreams. Clove and I sat in a meadow with a girl and her father. The girl had a braid going down her back and all of us laughed. That is when something in my mind clicked.
"Clove that's how she seems familiar. The braid that the girl in the reaping had, it was just like the girl in your dreams. And mine." I say sitting down in a chair.
"what does it mean?" she asks.
"I don't know. Maybe this girl knows her?" I offer.
"well I don't know about you but when we get into the training center, I'm gonna ask." Clove said shooting a glare at Katniss on the screen.
When we arrived at the Capitol we were taken straight to our designers to get all prettied up. They shaved my face, arms, and legs, and almost my dick I shouted at them not to. They waxed and scrubbed me down and by the time I was done with everything, I was in my Roman costume waiting for Clove to finish getting ready. Right as she walked out the Tributes from district 12 walked out as well wear black suits. I smirked at them, that's their costume? Mine looks so much better. But soon I saw one of their stylists walk up to them with what looks like a flame. I nudged Clove and gestured over at them. She looked at them questioningly, wondering what that were going to do with the flame.
We loaded into the chariot and as soon as we stepped on we were off. As we come into the crowd's view they screamed for us. We lifted our hands to wave but before we even got the chance to they erupted into more screams. I caught a glimpse of what they were screaming at on the screen. It was Katniss engulfed in flames like her partner, I think his name is Peeta? But either way, she looked amazing. I couldn't describe her properly. We soon came to the end of the parade and President Snow rambled on and on in his speech. When he was finally done we were carried off to a room where we would meet up with our stylists and mentor. And as our mentors blabbed on and on about how we stole the show, when we actually didn't, I watched Katniss and Peeta talk to their mentors. But I couldn't stare for long because they were swept away to their rooms. But it was here eyes that I would never forget. Orbs of gray that could pierce your soul, and I will never forget them.
