Cato POV-

She stands listening closely with a hard expression glued on her face. She looks powerful, she is powerful. I noticed that when I agreed to help her. I, myself don't even know but that happened is that seeing her determination with helping the young man and the fact that she didn't run or seem afraid of me, made me say yes without thinking. By far this does not mean that I would help district 12 people or that I even like this girl. This is a one of time, never will it happen again.

The man, Adam, as I have come to know his name from twelve over here, is resting in one of the rooms at Haymitch's place. Twelve is in the kitchen drinking tea, while the doctor and Haymitch talk about Adams health. Haymitch didn't let us in but as soon as twelve spoke up demanding entry he soon did open his door for us.

'So I'm guessing your thinking about why you even helped the girl with bringing the prisoner here?' Haymitch says reading me.

'Yeah, well no but I just thought I'd try something new. Help someone out for a change.' I say not wanting to tell him that he is right. He just laughs in response.

'Sure boy, sure. But let me tell you something, She' nodding his head into the room where twelve sits, 'Will make you question everything, she will never let herself or the people she cares for be hurt and she will be challenge just for you.'

I question what he's talking about but he already left to his room, probably to drown in more alcohol. I really can't take all the questions and thoughts that are swimming inside my head. I get off the couch and head home. With it being early morning going back to sleep won't do any good I decide to do some old training exercises to let my mind be at ease and then shower and try to sleep. The only problem is that when I do find sleep I'm back in the arena and I'm the last one standing. So why haven't I be crowned victor, but then she walks out form the trees.

It's been a week since I help the girl escaped with Adam. He's back living with his family but is staying low. I keep thinking about going to the peacekeepers and telling him where he is, but I decide not to. One because you would think that going to the family home would be the first place you should look for him if the peacekeepers could do their job any better and two that I keeping thinking of the girl and something in my head tells me not to, not for Adam but for her. It's been driving me crazy thinking about her. I don't want to but she just comes into my mind then I can't get her out of my head. I'm always seeing her but she never is there all part of my imagination and all my dreams she appears but never does anything she will walk out or stand there. Always looking at me, looking through me. And because of all this I have gone off at three people this week by annoying me with little things and have slaughtered all of the dummies in my training room. I don't know what I'm feeling but I know I shouldn't be like this. Brutus trained me to win and be ruthless and yet here I am thinking of a girl, a district 12 girl. I repeat in my mind that she is nothing, nothing but dirt under my feet.

I decide to take a walk to the hob. What I have learnt it's like a black market where some peacekeepers turn a blind eye to it. I've been there a few times only every going to visit the old lady; Greasy Sae. She says I scare off her customs but I stay anyway. She doesn't talk much and doesn't seem to be scared of me. I always but small amounts of white liquor from Ripper. I don't think she minds me as it's mostly Haymitch and myself that keep her in business. I do still look at the people of twelve as scum but I decide if I want to get out of this place fast I better try with keeping my anger at a minimum.

I see that there are a few blokes sitting at Greasy Sae's stall today. I sit down on the old wooden stool, Sae gives me a toothless grin and I put my money on the table. The men round me don't talk so loud once I've joined and a few moved away. That's fine by me I especially don't want to be close with any of them or even have to listen to what they have to say. Sae place a hot bowl of soup down and takes the coins quickly putting them in her worn apron. There's not much in the soup today with most just vegetables and broth with not much meat. It's nothing like two, where the food was all five star diving and the amounts were never ending. But here in twelve there's not enough and I don't even know what meat I'm eating. But I don't care because I should be returning home, back to luxury.

The doors open to the hob and a small breeze enters and there she is.

I had finally got her out of my head and then she standing there and she looks powerful. The way she walks, the way she carries her head high. And the fact that the people in here change. The noise quietens down a little enough for me to notice and that every turns to glance her way. She strides over Sae and sits down and places a brown leather worn bag on the bench.

'Got anything good for me today girl?'

'In fact I do' she gives a small smirk to Sae which she replies she a bigger one. She open the day seems to re-arrange the object in there and Sea gives her a big toothless smile.

'Well with that I can give you four bowls of soup.'

'Deal' she replies with. Sea sets a bowl down in front of her and she begins eating.

'You know it's rude to stare' she says. I don't realise how she talking to until she slightly tilts her head in my direction. I didn't realise I was staring about I decide to play a game so I can find out more about her.

'I wasn't staring, I was just curious as what was in that bag of yours.' I ask

'Oh you know the usual things'

'And that would be?' I question

She just replies with a shrug of her shoulders and an eyebrow raised at me. I forgot she isn't the talking type. A few of the other men make very little small talk with her while I finish my soup, nothing important but they just ask how she is the just replies with an ok then she ask them in return. She asks about their families how they are, but they don't seem to ask her about hers in return. Maybe they don't like her family and don't care how they are doing or maybe she doesn't have one. Every time I'm around her I have all these questions, I want to more about her but I first want to know why I am drawn to her. I, a career, a monster as some call me is captivated by a district twelve seam girl.

'What I want to know is why is a wealthy victor of district two in little old district twelve? She asked with a raised eyebrow.

'Because I wanted I visit your fine district' this causes us to both laugh a little.

'I don't believe a word of that'

'Ok, so what if I told you that I was forced by President Snow to live here for a while?'

'Now that I can believe' she states.

'But what if that's not true' I question her. She looks at me completely for the first today,

'Well it might not be, but I do think you are telling the truth. Whether that be the whole truth, I don't know, but I think it is.'

'Well that's probably a first that anyone actually believes me'

'I wonder why' she mocks jokingly.

She passes her bowl back to Sae and bids her good bye before walking out of the hob.

'Well you too seem friendly' Sae says to me

'I wouldn't use the turn friends'

'Well soon or later you will get lonely and you'll realise that she will probably be the only one how can look past your hard exterior'

I don't really understand but decide to ask to know what her name is.

'Why don't you ask her boy' Sae almost commands me.

With that I run out after her. It takes me a while to catch up but I do. I looks like I caught her of guard because when I approach her she tenses and her right arm flexes. I notice this and wonder why but instead of wasting time I ask her, her name.

'Katniss' she states confidently

'Well I guess it was nice meeting you Katniss' I reply with. I shock myself with how I wasn't rude or anything, I think I'm going soft for a moment. I know that when I go home I need to train and harden my walls I am a career after all and I will not allow myself to be week. Sensing that the convocation will not go on any more Katniss turns and walks away, leaving me standing there with one word in my mind

Katniss.