Chapter 8
Cato's POV
"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM," I screamed out in frustration.
I may have had more time to think but that had little effect on my short temper. And this drunk doosh was seriously pissing me off. Doesn't he know I could squeeze his head down any of the bottles he was so fond of.
Haymitch stepped back. "Sorry about that," he said with a glance at the door.
What the fuck, this dude must be really drunk or just been permanently damaged by alcohol.
"Gotta keep up appearances," he responded to my blank expression.
As if some sudden thought had come to him, he began tapping the walls and running his hands along the surfaces and crevices around the roof. Is he checki – what why is he feeling the flower petals and smelling their fragrances. He completed his rounds of I don't know what, and gestured to the bench overlooking the southern region of the capitol. Tentatively I started forward, after noticing the smug expression on the guy's flabby face I started strutting over with literally the same speed. Nothing wrong with being cocky and cool I always say. Before I sat down I hesitated leaning against the railing and letting my hair fly in the wind, synthetic or real I wondered. "So what's this about," I asked in a breezy manner, I had to retain some dignity and control, right?
"I heard you had trust issues but what do you think a bench is going do to you?" I felt like saying that sarcasm is the lowest form of wit but I always bashed people who said that.
"Just sit, I think its time we had a chat, don't you?"
Does he have to turn everything into a question? Oops there I go contagious. With a moment more, which probably made me look more like a stubborn child than a wary adult, I sat.
"What's your plan Ziebel?" he asks.
"Err excuse me." What is up with this dude?
"How are your tributes going to survive?"
"I may trust the bench but I sure as hell don't trust you." Good line must use in future Cato.
"Okay then be like that, I think I might have more luck convincing that daisy over there of the problems that we face."
"Err, did I miss the part were we became we people." [*vampire diaries, we people hahaha*]
At this Drunk Doosh stood up and walked over to the daisy flowerbed.
"Okay daisy, I have selected you to be my accomplice, listen carefully as I explain our predicament, remember you're a daisy, so NO INTERUPTIONS." God, this guy really was a drunk, I haven't even heard of Annie Cresta, the delusional victor, talking to a flower. My thoughts were interrupted as the Drunk Doosh started to talk.
"Have you ever heard of district 13?" without even pausing for a response the Drunk Doosh pressed on.
"Well 75 years ago, it was bombed. Before that they mined granite, well that's what the capitol's story says. But what the descendants of the survivors say is completely different."
Okay now he had my attention, I mean I wasn't taking him seriously, he was talking to a flower for Christ's sake.
"Nuclear Power. That's what the people of district 13 worked at. They made weapons, developed machinery and were favourites and even a little bit feared by the capitol. And with good reason. Because they started the rebellion that ended the Dark Days. They would have been successful had their district not been infiltrated and the element of surprise been lost. You're mouth is hanging open by the way."
It tool me a while to realise that he was talking to me, he was looking so intently at the daisy, I had assumed that he had forgotten that I was even here.
"Anyway, they lost. But they didn't die out. Almost, but not quite. And unlike most people with such great resources, they have been patient. They waited until they had trained and tuned their resources. And apparently they are almost ready. Almost."
All of a sudden he looked up, his keen, sharp eyes boring into my extremely confused face.
"Please don't say, 'and that's where you come in,' because I sure as hell and doing anything that will get me stabbed in the back or front, because a move like this is the equivalent of waltzing into the hunger games and lighting a fire. Or strutting into Snows Mansion and wearing an I am a rebel t-shirt. So sorry to burst your bubble but I think you've been spending way too much time with your head in a bottle."
As quickly as I could, without actually running, I made my way to the door and before disappearing inside I heard him say the thing I had been dreading since I first started training at the academy:
"Cato, what about your mother."
I am going to update weekly.
I just wanted to ask, the first person who reviews for each chapter can pick a number between 1-10,000 and I will write a chapter of that length. No number can be picked twice. Just to make life more interesting. :D
Thanks guys
Sorry for the filler chapter but I like to take things slowly and realistic.
I think I'll do a back story for Cato, but if your guys are seriously against it then I'll just have a flashback. What do you say.
Thanks for being so patient
And if you find mistakes tell me :D
Any tips and feedback and so is screaming and hate. I deserve it.
