It was the day of the Private lessons where one by one the tributes would go into the training session and give it all they got in front of the Game makers. These were always entertaining.
"District 2 boy." The mechanic voice said over the announcer, bouncing around the large hallways where all the tributes sat and waited nervously. He stood up straight, looking down to see Clove staring at him, giving him that, 'you better show off or I'll kill you' look. He nodded before looking over at Katniss.
Her body instantly heated up when she felt his gaze on her. She looked up, no emotions registering on her face but her eyes had locked with Cato's and that's all he wanted. He smirked before strutting into the training room.
He confidently swung the wooden sword, smacking it against the trainer they partnered him up with. Diving under the trainers sword and twirling he smashed the sword into the side of the trainers head, knocking him back. The trainer stumbled, his eyes rolling back before becoming all white as he fell to the ground unconscious. Cato shrugged, throwing down the sword before now getting a real sword with a metal blade, pointing at an Avox in the corner and motioning them to bring in dummies. The avox nodded and quickly set up the dummies before running off hurridly. Cato twirled the sword in his hand, getting use to the feel before throwing it around, slicing the dummies to pieces.
Huffing at his accomplishment, he dropped the sword and turned to face the Game makers, kicking the remains of the dummies out of his way, his eyes burning with lust for killing, his eager for blood. The Game-makers noticed, many had a look of impression and satisfaction on there face, but the one that spoke remained natural.
"You are dismissed."
"District 12 girl."
Katniss's jaw clenched. It was time. She stood up and marched into the training center, wanting to get this over with. All the Game makers ignored her existence as she walked into the room, all their hands filled with colorful drinks as they laughed and talked with each other. She cleared her throat, her voice sassy.
"Katniss Everdeen. District 12,"
She grabbed the metal bow that hung in front of her and walked over, lining up with the target almost 100 feet away. She straightened her arms and took a deep breath. 'just like hunting' Gales voice rang through her head. She focused, holding her bow as straight as she could. When she was sure all the Game makers eyes were on her, she fired.
Missed.
The Game makers laughed and turned back to each other, laughing and chit chatting. Katniss clamped her bow harder in her hand as her eyes grew wide with disbelief. What the fuck! Immediately she turned on her heels and wiped out another bow, not even thinking about it she released the bow towards the game maker.
It zoomed through the air and hit an apple, pinning it to the wall. Man that was lucky. She wasn't even aiming for the apple. The game makers shrieked and fell over in their chairs, knocking over foods and drinks, the liquids staining there colorful suits.
They all looked at her in horror. She just smiled and bowed. "Thank you for your time," She said before walking out, throwing the bow back at the shelf and knocking over the rest of the arrows.
That night Katniss sat on the couch, sitting there with her arm rested on the back of the couch, her hand supporting her head as she boredly watched the T.V show off all the tributes scores. Peeta sat next to her anxiously, leaning forward on his knees. Haymitch and the stylists just stood, their eyes not even blinking as their hearts pounded out of there chest.
The scores where going by slowly, only on District 5.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
District 6 pops up.
Peeta leaned in closer, his hands locked together to stop them from fidgeting.
"Well hello everybody,"
Every bodies head snapped to the side to see President Snow walking over to them, stopping behind a couch near Haymitch.
"Katniss I need to speak to you," He said.
"Oh please wait President Snow, we want to see the scores!" Effie pleaded in her squeaky voice.
"She got an 11, Katniss let's go," He said as if an 11 was nothing. He lifted up his finger and motioned Katniss to follow as he began walking away.
"An 11? Oh my gosh that's amazing!" Everybody was celebrating, to busy opening up Champaign bottles and pouring drinks to notice Katniss walking away, slipping past them and down a hallway.
She looked around the empty small area, he was nowhere.
"I need to talk to you about tomorrow,"
The voice came from behind her, scaring her a little but she didn't make it noticeable. She turned around nonchalantly, folding her arms. Her voice bored.
"What?"
"Tomorrow I need you to kiss Cato, play it off and make things very fun for Panem. No?" He said playfully, his eyes dancing, knowing what she would say.
But she surprised him.
"No."
"No?"
"No! Look Snow, Christmas, Winter whatever. I won't kiss Cato. I refuse!" Katniss yelled before storming back out of the hallway.
Well this totally throws off Haymitchs plan. Last night Haymitch told them the strategies they should play while at the interviews. Peeta would play the sweet charming boy that he actually was while Haymitch told Katniss to act and try to be spunky and adventerous. After a while of her arguing with him, she realized if she wants to go home to Prim she will have to play in these horrible games. She settled with being spunky and adventerous, practicing in front of the mirror, making up lines of what to say. But now what? No. She would still play that angle. She wouldn't kiss Cato. She would get sponsors for being spunky and win and go home to Prim. Yes, that was the plan.
"I don't think your sister would like that," President Snow said, smiling when he heard Katniss come to a complete stop, slowly turning back to him.
"Well, I mean we are at your house right now visiting her. It would be a shame if something happened to her…" He trailed off, hooking her in.
Katniss gritted her teeth. "Fine. But I swear if you hurt her,-," "What?" President Snow cut her off, challenging her. Katniss shook her head. "You hurt her and I'm dragging this place to hell," She spat before storming away.
President Snow only smiled.