Hello My Readers! You guys are AMAZING. I mean, 41 reviews and there's only three chapters! We had 16 for the first chapter! For a starting story, this is pretty cool C: I'm so thankful for this!

Now, yes, you've all found out that our fellow blondie on the island is.. *dun dun duhhh...* Cato! He thinks Katniss is... different and will be nice. Wow, He's Oblivious.

Now, I'd like to discuss a review I got last chapter. No, I didn't get mad, but I was a little... depressed. And I appreciate you for saying that I need to proofread more, because yeah, I need to. And cussing... I think you're talking about my other story! Wrong one girl. But saying that my author's Notes are annoying... again, that hurt. Usually, I don't respond to mean reviews this way, but if you don't have an account, then I don't have any way to contact you :'( Excuse me if I like to express my feelings on here. But no, I don't use anyone's name on here, because that would be just plain rude! And, that would be bad for their identity security.

So to the anonymous reviewer, thank you for your positive feedback about my writing but please, if you need to discuss my Author's Notes, create an account and don't trash it out in front of others :/ I know that I can be very expressive of my emotions, but so far, you're the only reviewer that has mentioned that my Author's Notes are annoying. Just a suggestion, but you could skip over the Author's notes. And personally, do I sound extremely desperate? Many author's (except for the famous ones ie. Esyla and more.) remind readers to review. If you look at great stories, they ask for people to review. Do I sound that pathetic when many others do the same?

And I thank you for saying Jesus loves me. Normally, I try not to bring religion into my Author's Notes and say 'Wish you all the best' instead of 'God bless you!' But thank you anyway.

Now, calling me a little 6th grader is kind of.. rude in a way? Many people cuss. I cuss. I don't cuss ALL THE TIME. Yes, I am older than a 6th grader. And I AM NOT the only one who says 'chappie' or 'capiche'. Honestly, I feel bad for you because you hadn't made an account and sent me this in a Private Message.

Now, this is to everyone who reads my stories. If you have a problem with my stories or Author's Notes, or just me in general, please either don't read my stories or contact me in a NICER way. Yeah, I may not be your perfect angel, but I am not one who abuses cuss words saying them every other word. THAT is how a sixth grader talks. Notice that I wrote it out. That's grammatically correct!

I appreciate constructive criticism; I really do! That's why I loved how you mentioned I need to proofread. But please, state your opinion in a message or not at all.

I excuse my rant! I just need to educate you all in how I work.

*Warning* I'm discussing reviews (yet again.)

Anyways, I'd just like to give a shout-out to all of my amazing reviewers! (Guests included):

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Now, I hope you all enjoy this chapter! It's where everything begins... ;D


He sighs and looks out. Opening his mouth come the words said in such confidence, something that I've never seen lately.

"My name is Cato."


It's been a couple days ever since Cato told Katniss his name. Things have gone by, faster now that he's not alone. Thoughts race through the eighteen-year-old's mind, one's that question everything he was told. Everything he's known.

But when Katniss exchanged information, she seemed tentative, almost as if she didn't want to. But instead of letting it consume his mind, Cato pushed it to the back with all the other clutter of memories. Memories of when he was a child, playing in the courtyard, up until his shipwreck. That's where the useless information sat, waiting to be used if he'll even remember them by tomorrow.

Katniss was a different story. She didn't trust him completely, but when you're on an island out in the middle of nowhere and your only companion is a man who may or may not be a liar, their, or undercover agent for the king, who can you trust? The cat? Even Cato hates him.

Cato.

It was weird saying his name aloud. But when she actually thought about how it sounded, how it was spelled even, she liked it... in a weird way. It fascinated her because everyone from her village was named something simple and relative to an animal or plant; much like her and her sister's name. Katniss always knew where and how to stand her guard, but on an island that you know nothing about nor how to survive in the environment, it's difficult to stand your guard and be wary. Sadly, Katniss is more and more submissive each day, having no clue how to help.

Cato always makes sure that she has enough to eat, much to Buttercup's dismay. He hates the new being who lives here, who dislikes him equally. They share something in common: Cato. Buttercup was their family's house cat, living in the small bed of weak cloth and soft feathers. Buttercup was his youngest sister's pet that they've had since he was just a kitten, making him jealous of Cato, her older brother who loved her so much. Then the ship crashed, leaving the small three year old and the rest of the family a mystery to him and Cato. Ever since, they've loved each other though their usual ritual of their odd relationship: love and hate. They were all they had; until she came.

Cato didn't know how to feel about Katniss after these first few days. She was very monotone and silent, having been very close yet so far from him. Was she scared? Did she dislike him? What was running through her mind while they walk through the jungle?

His spine tingled at the thought of having another person on this other island... but not like this. He imagined doing everything together: fighting the stray, hungry cannibals that are out for his blood, swimming in the clear waters on a nice day, and helping each other survive. Katniss wasn't helping much on his imaginations.

And every time he tried to talk to her and ask her questions, she'd either answer him quietly in a three word sentence.. or brush it off and keep searching while they gathered food. Now, Cato kept his pace at the things he asked her, making sure it wasn't offending or too personal. Other times, he'd disregard those thoughts and asked her certain questions that always made Katniss uncomfortable.

The trio was silent, which were troubling for the cannibals that lived upon the mountain. In their village, they used to feed off parrots, lizards, fish, and once in a while, small sharks that were stranded upon the beach. In the last decade, many ships have crashed and the men have lived on the beach: a place where the Human Eaters hunted. The men were few, five at the most.

Neither of them lasted more than a week.

The boy that came ashore on a tiny box holding onto a cat were what they were looking for. Much to their highest hopes, he ran too fast for their tastes. The thought of a human excited them, but when the chase was too hard, they gave up and wanted to look for the thirteen-year-old another time.

Cato knew of the cannibals when he discovered the island. The first thing he noticed were the four pairs of eyes staring out from the trees, hungrily eying him with a desired outcome. But Cato knew what to do, running to the very opposite island while the four, savage men chased after their prey. In the meantime, the women waiting and prepared the fire, betting on eating the small pale child from afar. But after many twists and turns, Cato ran right through the line that separated him from the cannibals, the line that they believed to be holy and sacred. They stopped at the treeline while Cato kept running, not stopping until he was on the complete opposite of the island.

It was there that the boy set up his hut that became his home over the next five years. Sneaking to the other side to get his medical supplies and little food resources, he whisked away to the safe haven of the right side. The cannibals obviously kept searching for him, yet never crossed the line they so wished to. It went against everything they knew, and in their minds, the gods would burn them from the outside in, leaving the other tribe members to feast upon their own brother.

Buttercup was in Cato's arms the whole time they ran, hissing so much that he eventually lost it for a few days. They both became desperate for food, but after meek inspections of the animal life around the island, survival became easy for the pair.

When Katniss came, she luckily arrived on his side, giving her the advantage of secrecy. Secrecy between the two that the man-eaters would never know of.

That secrecy happened to be that of Katniss' being. They had no information she was there, nor how Cato became so much happier.

One day, the two went hunting farther up the island, where the most animal life was. Birds few here and there, while small critters like millipedes and caterpillars hid under logs. The small jaguar clan lived about a mile away, living in a den that was made of rock, eroded by the salt water and movement of life over hundreds of years.

Everything fascinated the brunette, giving her a different perspective of life. Back home, she lived in the twelfth village, the poorest one out of the entire kingdom. The small neighborhood was on the edge of the woods, giving her an advantage for food and escape. But this? This small, secluded island was the opposite of her woods, her home. The animals were foreign, weird. The sunrise peaked on the same side as always... but the sunset was bold and bright, a bit hazy too. The sky turned a deep purple and at night, millions of stars were seen. They were probably the thing that fascinated her most. Every color was amplified and brought to a new extreme that left Katniss Everdeen breathless... and helpless.

On an island that she knows nothing about is her pet peeve. She cannot shoot, she can't swim. The sixteen-year-old feels weak and confused, something she hates feeling. So for the past few days despite how much she hates help, Cato has shown her many things she has to do in order to survive here.

"So, what you don't wanna do is eat something that is unknown," he explains. She inwardly rolls her eyes but urges him on. He points of a violet berry about the size of a huckleberry, a fruit that grows outside the village. "This is nightlock. Very deadly. This sucker can kill you the moment you swallow it. Don't eat it, okay? Or anything that you know isn't healthful for that matter."

Katniss snorts. "Well, obviously I'm not going to eat something that isn't well for me, let alone a berry that could end my life. I'm not delusional."

Cato shakes his head after a long stare that our lovely Ms. Everdeen takes for annoyance. The wise man in front of the girl shows her plants ranging from berries to roots; even leaves. All the information is planted deeply into Katniss' mind, holding a special place next to her hunting knowledge from back home. After an hour or two, Cato heads back to the hut with Katniss on his tail.

Buttercup hisses when Katniss walks in and she gives him one of her deadliest glares. The rivals have been at it for the last few days, being distant and often mean towards the other. Much to Buttercup's state, Katniss has the large advantage, as she is wiser and taller.

Days go by, hours pass, the sun makes many trips across the sky... everything is the same. The animals roam, while the waters lapse against the shore, the blue water shining. Yet one day after Katniss has been shown the ropes, she wanders with a knife Cato had given her. Staring at the green plant-life that scours the land, she enjoys the loneliness it provides. The blonde won't stop talking, insisting that she confess her life story almost. It bothers her greatly, especially if she's never one who is great with words. Katniss still keeps her cool, ignoring his personal questions and answers the ones about the kingdom.

Apparently, he was from the second village, one that the king depended on. It bred many soldiers, yet a few would originate from the outliers. His family was known for traveling, bring goods from many different countries, ones that held food and living resources we needed. About five years ago, they crashed and he ended up on the island with the furball.

She didn't know what to think, nor did she notice the small tree line she walked through. Overhead, the ground became harder and harder to see as the day passed and the trees blocked the sun's rays. After thirty minutes of walking, Katniss brings her head up to look at her surroudings.

The soil here was rich, very damp for planting and harvesting. But this area was different; the looming bugs that would occasionally bite at her skin, or at least attempt to do so, while everything was still.

Too still.

She looked behind, thinking she'd see the warm sun again and the happy animals that prowled around. But the beautiful sight was gone, leaving her in this darkness that made her hair raise. Moving back and recounting her footsteps, Katniss became utterly lost and more frightened than ever before. Every sound became a predator, a stalker wishing to kill her. She could imagine the gnawing of the animal's teeth, no matter what creature it was.

And everything happened so fast that she could only let out a scream.

A hand knocked out her knife and covered her mouth, while another pairs of hands tied hers together, doing so with her feet and bringing her down.

The last thing Katniss can muster her body to do is scream until they step on her head, forcing the girl into unconsciousness.