Hey guys I just saw the Hunger Games and OMG!

Not to geek out like a crazed fan boy but Alexander Ludwig as Cato? Hot hot hot sex on a stick. It was nice

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Cato, my friend

Part 6

-Errol's View-

It was about a year after I met Cato when we really started to get to know each other. It started with him following me while I would make deliveries. I would wiz past his house dropping off a package to see him in his back yard swinging a sword and hacking a test dummy to pieces. As soon as he saw me the game began, I didn't like the game. It involved Cato chasing me all over town trying to tackle me to the ground like he did when we first met. During our first meeting he told me I was going to teach me how to move like a messenger, but I told him I couldn't. He didn't take this well and started chasing me every chance he got. I guess in his head if he could catch a messenger he would be able to move like one, more preparations for the games.

However, I had to admit Cato was getting better the more he chased me. I would jump over tall fences and shimmy up pipes and I would wait to see what he would do next to follow me. First he would look up at me, trying to figure out how I did it, then he would observe the area, seeing exactly what I used to get to my position. Finally he would put thought into action and scale a wall or fly down a building like he had been doing all his life. At first it would take him over twenty minutes to catch me, but the longer he chased and observed me the faster he got. Soon he was pinning me to the ground in under a minuet, but it was something of a lie on my part. I'm a very fast messenger but I had always slowed myself down to see Cato. Part of me always wanted him to catch me.

As the years went by Cato and I became close. That's when I started noticing Cato's hidden side, a gentle, happy side to Cato that years of intense training couldn't destroy.

He was calm and sweet. It was a side to himself that no one else in district 2 could bring out of him. He would pretend he didn't notice when he acted differently, but we both knew this was a side of himself he would never show to anyone else.

I remember that day on the station roof, sitting together talking like it was normal. For some reason, watching Cato on the roof, with the sunrise coming up behind his head, some impulse drove me to open my mouth and sing. It was an old song from long ago that I had stumbled upon in my deliveries. "I only dreamed it!" I blurted out, Cato immediately looked at me with a sort of, "What the hell are you doing?" vibe to it, but I went on anyway. "The heavens schemed it! The angels brought me you!" I fell on my back belting out the last note before I stopped. I looked over at Cato sitting staring at me. He didn't look mad, no Cato wore that expression like a nail through the head, but more of confusion astonishment and...what looked like amusement.

Cato leaned back and we were both looking up at the morning sky. "Angels?" He asked looking at me. "Yep." I answered staring straight ahead. "Its weird...you know?" He said grinding the roof tiles with his fingers, something he did when he was nervous. "I think the angels brought me something too." He said it with no insecurity, with no reservations or doubts. He smiled at me when I finally looked at him.

In retrospect I knew it meant less to Cato than it did me, but we both knew their was a magnanimity to it all. A sense that things just wouldn't be the same if our friendship was to end, but all relationships end.

I just never thought ours could.

So I have a crazy idea, what about a story with Errol and Cato in the arena, both in the games? Let me know in the reviews.