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Cato, my friend
Part 3
I feel like people should understand a few things before we go on. A few things about Cato and I. My father and most of my family had been Courier's, strong long legged men and women who could run and jump through the buildings of District two in minutes. I had met Cato on my first assignment with my father, we were delivering messages between the guard posts between the forest outcropping and the city square. It was a long run but my father was able to move like a bird almost flying down the streets and scaling the tall fences and walls like a squirrel, I however quickly fell behind and got lost somewhere behind the blacksmith shop.
I headed around the back of the shop to look for where my father had gone but all I found was a small family, a mother and father and a young blond haired boy with his arms crossed and a nasty disposition. They were talking to the blacksmith, something about sword training, when I came too close and the boy spotted me out of the corner of his eye. "Hey!" He turned quickly and pointed at me. "Who the hell are you?" He shouted drawing the attention of the adults. I stumbled back and tripped on a piece of scrap metal. "This seems like a good a time as any." I could over hear the father saying.
"Cato, catch the boy and force him to tell you what he's doing here." Cato narrowed his eyes and got into a running position, "Yes sir." His father snapped his fingers and Cato took off in a bolt. My eyes widened in fear and I quickly got back up and ran from the shop.
I started back down the streets near the iron works and ran as fast as I could past the searing heat coming from the factories. I could still hear the fast patter of feet coming up behind me. Slowly my instinct as a messenger took over and I began moving swiftly,
I slunk from building to building hopping fences in a single jump and moving under and between walls like I was made of water. The sound of Cato'e feet following after me eventually disappeared after a few minutes of quick maneuvering. As I slowed I walked behind was looked like a small market and thought I had finally lost my insane captor.
But as I walked near an alley way I heard the patter of feet quickly coming up behind me, as I turned around to look, Cato had lunged at me and forced us both to the ground in an incredibly hard thud. Cato turned me on my back and held my arms in a very painful hold.
Through his heavy breathing I could hear him say, "I got you!" I tried to wriggle out of his hold but he kept a surprisingly firm grip for someone of his age. "What were you doing spying on me?" Cato almost screamed in my ear, "Nothing! I had gotten lost on a delivery, I didn't mean to spy or interrupt you!" I kept trying to get away but Cato kept a firm hold on me. "You're lying!" He twisted my arm in one of the most horrible ways imaginable and I screamed in pain. "I'm not lying! Please! Check my bag, I am a messenger!" Cato looked at my waist and saw a red leather bag, everyone knew these were the bags of messengers and only messengers could own them, or borrow them, the bags were made of extremely fine material and any attempts to steal them were punishable by death.
Cato seemed satisfied by the proof and let me go, I got up slowly and rubbed my extremely sore arms. "That was mean..." I said still licking my wombs. Cato came close to my face. "Man up you little baby, the worlds full of pain." Cato was unusually close to my face and stared me down. "How did you do..that jumping thing?" I looked at him confused. "Jumping thing?" I answered.
"When you were running I saw you jumping and sliding and moving crazy fast, tell me how you did that!" He said forcing me back even further. I could see in his eyes a genuine confusion, like no one had ever outperformed him or exceeded his grasp. He seemed so perplexed as to how a skinny somewhat dirty messenger boy could evade him for so long. "I was taught...I guess...I'm a messenger, we have to be fast and agile...to get things to people quickly." I was only able to chirp out a response but Cato backed away and held out his hand.
"My names Cato." He said in a strong yet calm voice. "I'm Errol." I said back. I offered my hand back and he grabbed it hard and pulled me close. "Hi Errol, sorry but, you're mine now!"
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