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You're each day a little more to follow my story and I wanted ot take this time to thank you guys so much ! Becauseyou may not be 1000, but I appreciate every single one of you, you liking what I'm doing means the world to me, so...

Here's another chapter, with a lot of Cato ! But don't expect it to be cheesy...

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Chapter 3

I finally enter my room smiling with satisfaction. After my little show, Brutus had no choice but mentoring me.

Maybe he is not such a fool, I think, he knows on which horse to bet

He said I had to work on the dark side of myself, to sound threatening and to show the whole Panem what a terrible mistake it would be to underestimate me. He wants me to make an impression as soon as possible,which means during the chariot ride. He doesn't worry about the individual training session; I will for sure impress the Gamemakers. I had no doubt about it though.

Right before I close the door, someone grasps my arm with force. Cato. I turn round and try to escape from his grip but he's too strong for me. With my free hand, I punch him right under the ribs so that he would be forced to let me go, but he easily wards my fist. He blocks my arm behind my back and I feel something moving in a way it should not in it. It hurts but I will never show it, especially to him.

I can feel him moving closer to me, I can hear him breathing in behind me. As I struggle, his grip tightens on my wrist, my back touching his torso. I mentally swear. He's the one in command for now.

- Do you think you can act like that with me?

I shiver, not only because of his breath tickling my ear but because of the tone of his deep voice. Though he's whispering, it sounds powerful, cold and determined. He's not joking.

- You think you can come by, do your little number and take my mentor away from me? He says louder, pushing me on the ground.

I bounce back before I hit the pale carpet. He's not going to make me fall, not as easily. I stand up, facing him again, staring into his hard blue eyes. I'm not going to let myself be impressed.

- I didn't choose. He did. Face it, I spit.

I prepare to take a blow but no. He simply laughs at me.

- You're proud, aren't you, Honey?

He parries again the fist that I let go. If a glance could kill, he'd already be lying at my feet. In his, all I can see is amusement.

- If I were you, I would not laugh. My anger won't be that funny in the arena, I mutter.

- You think so? He asks, smiling widely. As long as you feel something, you are funny too me.

- And why?

We're now walking in circles on the carpet, staying at equal distance from each other. Every time he takes an extra step on me, I move faster, but not too much. I'm not afraid of him. Right now, hurting me would get him in troubles with the Capitol. Plus, I could fight, I've been prepared.

- Feeling something means being human and being human means being breakable. I'm not breakable.

As he speaks his eyes get darker and his pace grows faster.

- I'm not breakable!

Before he can do anything, my fist crashes on his jaw. I can see a red mark where I punched him. As he returns it, I bend in two, avoiding his attempt to tear off my head. Then, he grabs my collar and pulls me against him.

- You think you aren't, Little Lamb? Look at you, he laughs. Paltry, angry but so powerless and fragile.

With it, he brushes softly my cheek, almost tenderly, looking me deep in the eyes. I'm freaking out but I twist his arm so that he steps back.

- What do you want to prove? You're way too proud to win this thing.

- You're right, I mock. Teach me how to be heartless and arrogant.

He laughs. I want to punch him so hard I feel my fingers tickling.

- How lovely. The mouse trying to beat the snake. Admit it dear, you've already lost.

- Don't count on it. I will win.

For a minute, I think I won the war, but his glance reminds me this is just our first battle.

With that scary smile I start to know well, he replaces a piece of hair behind my ear. I want to bite his hand but for a reason I still ignore, I don't move.

- You're so sweet Little Lamb. Don't you think it's' too soon for you to go to the slaughter?

- I'm not the preyin this thing. I'm the butcher

- Of course, he says, always smiling.

He's still playing with my hair and I stare harshly at him.

- I could break you so easily, he suddenly says in an emotionless tone.

As he's rolling a piece of hair around his fingers, I slap his hand and hold it as tight as I can, trying to shatter his bones in tiny bits.

- I would break you first.

- We'll see that. Goodnight, Little Lamb.

And with that, he leans forward and leaves a soft kiss on my cheek.

It takes me a few seconds to realize what just happens and he's already at the door when I finally scream:

- What the hell do you think you're doing?

And with a grin he disappears. I just have the time to catch his words.

"Building you"

Here it is, I hope you're not disappointed there isn't any romance in this !

I love you all !