Chapter 11: Let The Games Begin
AN: Hey there faithful and amazing readers, we have reached a milestone: 100 REVIEWS! Thank you so much for reviewing, it really makes my day to read the amazing reviews. Like I think I've said before, you guys saying that this is one of the best Kato stories on here just warms my heart so much that it might explode. Anyway, knowing that I'm not a regular updater you still read and review, plus me getting a laptop (FINALLY) will hopefully make me review even faster since now I don't have to type on my iPhone and wrecking my battery. It's a plus for everyone, especially you FABULOUS readers. Now, we are entering the hunger games which are easier to write since I'm pretty sure that I know the rest of the plot line. Also, am I the only person that believes that it's kinda hard to tell if Cato is ooc or not? I mean, he's a character in the books with literally no lines only a brutal look and no back story or depth. It's almost that if you wanna write a story about him, you have to build up your own character. Someone who is always tough isn't a character that's called an idealistic person that will never happen in real life or is even close to be realistic. Bitch all you want about that, but seriously you know it's true. Don't lie. Now enough about me, to the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Hunger Games, only the psychotic ideas I come up with that is called this story.
The morning of entering the games was eerily quiet on the floor of District 12. Katniss padded out of her room and upon seeing Peeta and Haymitch eating in scilence, walked straight back into her bedroom. After last night's interviews, Katniss hadn't talked to anyone, not even Cato. She walked past all of them and retreated to her locked bedroom, leaving them knocking on the door into the wee hours of the morning. Peeta's interview had shooken her and made her mind race about what would happen in the arena. Her dreams were filled with images of Cato and Peeta death battles, with her standing helplessly on the side, not knowing who to help.
Haymitch came into her room and sat next to Katniss, actually sober for once.
"Did you put him up to it?" Katniss asked quietly. "Did you make him say he was in love with me?"
"Ofcourse not, sweetheart. That was the last thing that I was expecting." Haymitch replied. "Cato wanted to know if you were still sticking with the careers, after your little fight and all."
Katniss nodded her head then looked up. "As long as I can get revenge on Peeta somehow."
"You've gotta save him for the finale, give the audience something to want; an epic love triangle ending." Haymitch said, slapping a hand on her back.
"What if I don't make it to the finale?" Katniss asked. "There's always a chance."
Haymitch guffawed then spoke again, "There's no way in hell that either Cato or Peeta are gonna let you die, so as long as you stick with either of them you'll live. Oh, and your plan is to go into the bloodbath, get arrows, and then kill."
Katniss paled at the thought. "I've never killed someone, Haymitch."
Haymitch stood up and walked out of the room, calling over his shoulder, "You've killed animals to live, people in the games aren't much different."
Katniss sighed and fell back onto her bed, thinking about what's in store for her in her near future.
Cato woke up with a jolt, his nightmares filled with images of tributes killing Katniss, Clove, and himself. Unlike what everyone thought, he wasn't excited for going into the games. Sure, he was prepared to fight and kill but he had never actually killed anyone before what was going to happen today. Mostly, he was nervous about what was going to happen to Katniss. After what happened with them and what Peeta announced in the interviews, he wouldn't be surprised if she ran off with him instead. But more like attempted, since he's not letting her out of his sight.
"Get up idiot, gotta get ready." Clove entered his room, turning on the blinding lights as she came in. "Today's the big day, you ready?"
"I'm ready, but I don't wanna kill anyone." Cato replied, stretching and getting out of his bed.
"Me too. Don't forget we're careers though, can't wimp out now." Clove sighed, fiddling with a loose string on her shirt. "What the hell is going on with you and Katniss, she didn't even give you a second glance after the interviews."
Cato snorted. "Beats me, she's ruthless and solitary; never lets anyone in. I thought I had finally gotten through to her but after the Glimmer escapade, she's shut everyone out including me."
"Give her time, she'll open up again. Just stay away from Glimmer or have her killed somehow, no one really cares about her anyway."
"You really are harsh, aren't you?" Cato asked.
"I'm not harsh, I'm honest." Clove smirked and left the room.
Cato ate breakfast, halfheartedly listening to the advice that Brutus was giving them. Once he was finished, Cato headed to the one place that he could clear his mind, the roof.
Katniss sat on the edge of the roof, looking out at the capitol and catching the last bits of the sunrise: treating it as if it was her last time outside of the arena, since the odds were in no one's favor. She heard the roof door open with a bang and saw Cato striding purposefully towards her. Hopping off the ledge, she slowly walked to him and spoke shakily, "Listen, about last night-"
She was cut off by Cato putting his hands on either side of her face and kissing her with all of the pent up emotion he had. He slowly released her and whispered, "Don't apologize, it's all my fault. I would've stopped her before it went too far." He sealed with another kiss before stepping away slightly.
"I feel bad, it was our last night before going into the arena and I blew it, I overreacted and then Peeta's announcement, I just didn't know what to do" Katniss sighed and leaned onto his chest.
"If you wanna go with him, go ahead. I'll still put up a fight for you though, I always will." Cato murmured, wrapping his arms around Katniss' small frame.
"But what about the games, we've got only a little bit of time left together." Katniss mumbled.
"I don't wanna think about, I just want to savor this moment while a can." Cato said, kissing the top of her head.
(Skip to the tributes standing on the plates, you know what happens)
Katniss stood on the plate and watched the numbers count down, not thinking about much until the last 10 seconds.
10: Find the arrows
9: Look for Cato
8: Find the easy targets
7: Best path to arrows
6: Find Peeta
5: Signal for him to run
4: Get into the zone
3: Clear your mind
2: Breathe
1: Get Set
0: Run
Chaos. That's all that can describe the massacre that is the bloodbath. Eleven of the twenty four tributes were killed as two were scrambling away with fatal injuries. Katniss was grazed across the cheek, but Clove took care of the knife thrower easily. Cato showed how brutal he can be to the tributes and Panem, easily slaying five of the eleven dead in the bloodbath. He felt sick inside as did Katniss and Clove too. Now rationing out the supplies, the careers took shelter inside of the cornucopia. Glimmer was casting Cato winks and attempted but epically failed seductive looks as he took care of Katniss' cut.
"It's not that bad, relax." She told him as he held a peice of gauze to her cheek. "I've gotten a lot worse hunting then this."
"I don't care, I don't like seeing you like this." Cato insisted.
"She said she's fine Cato, help me sort out the weapons." Clove called out. "Katniss, can you help Marvel out with sorting through the remaining packs?"
Cato tried to say no but Katniss replied a definite yes first. Giving her a stern look, he handed her the bloody gauze and walked over to Clove while Katniss went to help Marvel.
"So, you and Cato?" Marvel asked, ripping over another backpack.
"Yeah, but what's Glimmer's deal? She's all flirty and everything to him now, it creeps me out."
Marvel chuckled then upon seeing Cato's death glare stopped and whispered. "She wants him, he wants you, Peeta wants you, and you don't even know what you want."
"I know exactly what I want." Katniss retorted.
"Oh really? If you did then you would have forgiven Cato right away, since that's apparently what you want. You're just not admitting it to yourself that there's a possibility that Cato isn't the right one for you." Marvel said.
Katniss had never thought about it that way, but Marvel saying it made all of the peices click together like a puzzle. No wonder she had been so confused the night before into the morning.
"Let the games begin." Marvel whispered, his voice barely even heard; but Katniss understood his message loud and clear.
It wasn't the Hunger Games that all of Panem was watching, it was all about the lovve triangle this year.
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