Caterina Warren's POV

Ah so today's the day. Reaping day.

I sit up in my bed, brushing my long copper hair to one side as I look outside my door to see my brother standing there, staring at me.

"What do you want Julius?" I ask

"Breakfast is ready" he replies almost trembling in fear. Ah I love the smell of fear. The sensation of power you can have over another human, just through fear. How easily they can be tortured. I laugh as I stand up, watching him running back down the hallway.

I quickly slip on a green emerald dress and tie my hair into a ponytail, before heading downstairs. I am greeted pleasantly by a terrific breakfast, which I can easily tell my mother has put a lot of effort in to.

I smile as I simply grab a piece of toast and walk into the sitting room.

"Where's Dad?" I ask, entering the room to find only my mother.

"Outside"

As usual she only provides a simple answer. She rarely even speaks to me anymore. Unlike my father. He is terribly upset with the idea of me volunteering for the games, and I use this simple fact to torture him. I smile inwardly as I quickly run out of the house to find my father just about to enter.

"So today's the big day Dad. The reaping. I can't wait to volunteer" I simply can't hide the huge grin on my face as I watch him squirm at the thought.

"You don't mean that Caterina…"

"But I do Dad…I can't wait to enter the games…to be in a place where killing is rewarded, truly it is heaven on earth" I smile, whispering the words into his ear.

"Yes well…I guess you better get going, wouldn't want to be late"

I laugh once again. He truly has no idea how to react. He just can't accept me for who I am. A heartless, merciless killer.

"Hope you enjoy the show!" I finish, walking off.

There are only two things I can think about as I walk off. I wonder what the record is for the most kills in a hunger game, and what is the worst way a tribute has ever been killed? I simply laugh as I think about it. What does it matter, both are going to change by the time I'm finished.

Maximus Baltazar's POV

I smile in delight as I watch Caterina walk past me. The one person in District 2 that I can relate to. I CAN'T WAIT to see what we can come up with in the arena. The whole District knows we're volunteering. Some act sad. Most act happy, thinking they might finally be rid of us. But I know better. I know that we'll be back to make these people squirm at the very sight of us. And yes I know I said both of us. For I have a cunning plan. Everyone will see.

I laugh aloud as I stand up, and begin tailing Caterina from the shadows.

"I know you are there Maximus" she smirks, still walking on ahead of me. Of course she knows I'm following her. That's how two people like us work. We know each other's thoughts before we even make them. Before I know it I find Caterina standing right in front of me, dagger to my throat.

"Now back off you freak" she shouts, pulling the dagger away and flinging me to the ground. Oh I do love it when she threatens me.

"Rawr" I growl, clutching my sides as I begin rolling around on the ground laughing.

"You are a fucking lunatic you know that" Caterina smiles, flicking her hair to one side as she walks on.

Ah, Fucking Lunatic, I love it when she calls me that. It's her pet name for me. I smile as I jump to my feet. Dancing around, throwing my fists in the air and kicking wildly, before quickly following her.

As we near the reaping square I watch as everyone parts ways for us, the volunteers. I wonder do they want my autograph? They will when I win. When WE win I mean. Maybe I could do something different, like cut them with a knife, you know engrave my signature into their flesh. That way they'll never lose it. Oh that's a good idea. I like that.

"And the District 2 boy is…"

Oh, that's my queue.

"I volunteer!"

A/N's
Alright so I got a District 2 male, and here he is. Next up District 3, so I'll try to get that done soon. I still need a few more tributes, check out my profile for details.