Greetings readers, new and old alike. I am back! I want to apologize for the long break. I had a bad case of writers block, and life hasn't been so easy recently either. But I'm back now, and with a new story! This is Cato's view point of the Hunger Games, though other POV's may be used. I'll have to think it over. I just had to do this after seeing the movie, and positively falling head over heels for Cato in it. Don't get me wrong though, I'm still highly Katniss/Peeta. But it cant hurt to change up a bit. Anyways, enough rambling. I hope you all enjoy the story to come, and please do me the honor of reviewing afterwards.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games, but merely worship the women who did and wish Cato didn't die at the end of the first book.

It's finally hear. The years of painstaking training, the waiting for this day. Finally it's hear. The Hunger Games. Of course I couldn't help but volunteer myself right away. I've been trained for this, I'm not going to wuss out. But then, that girl, of course she had to be picked too. She's not very big, well not compared to me. I mean, I am Cato. But I've seen her use a knife before. I'm not going to be able to let my guard down, not with her. Even if we are Careers from the same district.

I grumbled out of boredom as I sat in our Justice Building. Of course, everyone already came and said their goodbyes and congrats to me. Not goodbye for long. I'm gonna win the games and be back in time to have fun with my prizes, which will probably be even more of the girls here throwing themselves at me.

Not like I care anyways, the same thing will probably happen in the Capitol, just those people are trained to scream and cheer as they watch us every day, no matter what we're doing.

Then again, I'm the one with a sadistic view on life, aren't I?

I looked up as the door opened and the Peacekeepers came in to take me to the train. I didn't let them touch me, just walked between the two that were next to me until I was at the train with Clove beside me. "Let's get a move on you two." Brutus said as he and Enobaria walked past us and onto the train. I walked in first after them, letting Clove follow up the rear.

"We already know you two are trained and ready. So there's not much to prep you on now is there?" Enobaria questioned as I rolled my eyes, folding my arms over my chest as I sat down and the train sped off, on it's way to the Capitol and my victory.

"Not exactly. You have anything you need to know Clove?" I questioned as I turned my bored stare to her, surprised slightly when she didn't shrink back slightly like most people do when I lay eyes on them. Then again, she could cut me up if she had her little knifes at hand. But she doesn't have her knifes yet now does she.

"Nope, nothing I don't already know." Clove said as she returned a slight glare to me. Like that will scare me. She's probably just mad because I'm the one viewed as the brave hero, and she's just another tribute, Career or not. Who cares.

Enobaria and Brutus look between us briefly before walking into another cabin. "So, what's your plan?" I ask as I lean back in my seat, stretching out slightly as I kept my bored expression.

"The same as yours probably Cato. Win the games." Clove said as I chuckled deeply, looking up since my eyes had been on the ground. Our eyes locked on one another from across the table that was in front of us.

"Not if I win first. You and I both know that I'm the more likely to win Clove." I said as I gave her a crooked half grin that sends people either running, or girls gunning for the zipper of my pants.

"Maybe Cato, we'll see when we get into the arena." Clove said as she propped her feet up on the coffee table.

"That is mahogany wood. Do not put your feet up on it." Our escort screeched as she entered the room. I glared at her angrily for the out burst before she shrunk back out of the room, not saying another wood.

"Dumb bitch." I grumbled as I rubbed a knuckle into my temple. What's her name again? Ah who gives a damn. She'll get no glory with me when I win.

It took a while, well not really long, before we pulled into the Capitol. God damn, didn't know there would be such a big welcoming committee for me. "You ready or not?" Clove questioned as she broke my train of though, since I had been staring out the window. I rolled my eyes back towards her, giving her another bored, but annoyed, look.

"What do you think?" I questioned back as I stood up to leave this train. Of course, the moment I walk out of the train the crowd around goes wild. I ignored them and kept walking, being escorted to my stylist already probably.

I grimaced as I was pulled into a small room and forced to strip down. Not like I have anything to hide, obviously, but I don't like the way these people just look at my body like I'm something to mold and change to their will.

"Honey just hold still." One of the stylists with bright light pink hair said in a nasally voice as she tried to spike my hair again after they ruined the way I already had it.

"Then stop pulling at it." I growled at her as she shrunk back slightly, before continuing at a slower pace.

"Alright are you ready?" Another, this time male, stylist asked me as he came back in with what looked like hot wax.

"I hope you don't think you're going to use that on me." I snarled at him as he shrunk a little as well before standing beside me.

"It's just to remove a bit of hair, not all of it." The orange haired man said as I moved to get up, only to feel a tug on my head from the other stylist.

"Honey if you keep moving I'll never get it right in time for tonight's tribute parade." The women said as I tried to swat at her hand but stopped when two peacekeepers appeared in the door. I glared at them before settling back down onto the seat, growling when what's-her-name pulled at my hair again.

"One more time and I'll..." I stopped short with a grunt as the orange haired guy put wax in a place guys don't need it. "That doesn't need to be waxed!" I snapped quickly as he shrunk away a bit.

"Melibea will be here any minute. Hurry up Teagan." The pink haired women growled as I felt my anger spike once a thin strip was down on the wax.

"Just hold still and this won't hurt a bit." Teagan said as I moved to stop him quickly, but he pulled the strip.

"That's it!" I barked as I moved to strangle the man, but the Peacekeepers moved in quickly, forcing me back down to the chair.

"I'll strangle you before I even get into the games." I growled angrily at Teagan before he ran away, hopefully to never come back.

"Keep him in line Rubius." Teagan called back before he was completely gone. Of course she'd have a dumb ass name as well. She finished my hair and another body wash down before leaving me to wait for Melibea.

"Alright sweety, I hope you're ready. I'm Melibea." A voice spoke up as I turned to look at the door, only to see a plump, orange skinned women with bright white and blue hair. Looks like she fell into a fucking vat of candy from those colors. I noticed her eyes racking over my body and ignored the way she stared at me like some delicious treat.

"Are you gonna dress me up for the parade or not?" I questioned flat out as she looked up from between my legs and at my eyes.

"Of course darling." Melibea crooned in that annoying Capitol accent. She then began getting my costume ready and getting me into it, which was a really tight Roman Gladiator costume that showed off my muscles. Once I was dressed, and got away from Melibea's annoying stare, I was lead to the chariot we would ride out on.

"How was your stylist?" Clove asked me in a smart-mouth tone as she stood next to me.

"She liked what she saw obviously." I said as I tugged at the cape on by back, staying standing on the chariot.

"What your puny..." I cut her short before she could finish her sentence.

"Why do I have the feeling that you probably already tried to hop on your stylist?" I questioned with a bored look as Clove glared hatefully at me. We've never really been good friends. I see her often around District 2, normally only in training school, and she's obviously still not happy that I am the hero volunteer of 2, and she was merely chosen.

"Hey!" I turned as a bright haired, bright eyed blond hurried over to us in a very appealing, and very revealing, gold dress. She just seemed to smile more as I raked my eyes over her body. I noticed Clove just give her normal glare at her, probably just jealous. "I'm Glimmer, and this is Marvel." Glimmer greeted as she indicated the scrawny guy on District 1's chariot. "So I noticed you two are perfect careers. We were wondering..." I cut her off by holding up my hand.

"If we'd join you in an alliance once in the games?" I finished for her as her smile brightened and my eyes went back to exploring.

"Yeah exactly." Glimmer said with a flash as she flipped her hair, turning to Clove now. "So you're both into the idea then of teaming up?" Glimmer asked, looking more towards Clove now then me.

"I guess." Clove said carefully as I gave Glimmer another once over before turning to look at the other tributes entering the area.

"That's great. I'll go tell Marvel. See you guys after the parade." Glimmer said before practically skipping away. Ugh. Hot body, but damn the perky attitude's always a turn off.

"Stop staring so hard, you'll go blind before we even start training." Clove said as I glared at her, bored again before noticing the last tributes walk in from District 12. Of course they're the last ones here. They better not lose their clothing or anything. Though it's better than them naked and covered in coal dust.

"You're just jealous because you cant have a body to show off to the world." I grumbled to Clove as she tried to swat at me, but I blocked her.

"You're a dick Cato." Clove growled as I rolled my eyes at her attempt of name calling.

I didn't waste my time responding, just examined my future prey, skimming over all of them until I finally came down to 12. My eyes lingered on the girl. I saw her reaping earlier when my stylists had the replays on while working. So, 12 finally had a volunteer. Still wont stand a match.

"Are you two ready?" Brutus questioned us as he and Enobaria stood behind us, our stylists behind them.

"Aren't we supposed to be?" Clove questioned him back, receiving a glare from him, as I just ignored and kept my eyes straight, ready as the parade begun.

District 1 went first, as usual, and made a big show as the crowd went wild, probably about Glimmer's basically naked body. Then we went. I kept my cool demeanor, as usual, giving a few waves and smiles to keep the crowd happy and make them go wild, which as usual they did on queue.

The other districts came out quickly, not gathering as much attention. But it was once 12 came out that the crowd went wild. I wanted to turn to look back, but caught their image on the screen above the area. They're on fire? Since when does crappy little 12 get an actually good stylist? They're showing me up, showing us up because our stylists are morons! Clove glared furiously at the same image, as I noticed they were holding hands. "What is this, a bigger way to try and show us up?" I growled angrily to her as we began to come around to the final stretch.

"We'll get them back when we're in the arena." Clove said as I kept my eyes straight. Once we were all ready, Snow began his long, boring speech and then we were brought back to the beginning where we got off our Chariots.

"You looked wonderful darling." Melibea cooed as I hopped off my chariot, only for her to pull off my back. I looked towards 12 and glared hatefully at them, beginning to size them up.

"They'll never make it a week in the arena, especially if they're being all friendly with each other like that." Clove growled as she glared at them too. They turned towards us as they were talking to their mentor, the one who fell off the stage during the reaping. That drunken dumb ass wont stand a chance keeping them alive. The girl flashed me a small, barely obvious, cocky smile as I continued to glare hatefully at her, ignoring Melibea's rambling on about how "absolutely delicious" I looked out on the chariot. Whore.

"They'll be dead before they even know it." I growled as I turned to leave, ignoring the tugging on my outfit by Melibea and not in the mood to snap at her.

"I get the girl. You can have the boy." Clove said as she walked beside me.

"No. I want the girl. You can kill the boy." I growled as we were lead towards an elevator with everyone else.

Oh dear, Cato's got a plan going on now. We all know that that's not a good thing. Sorry the chapter is less than my normal chapter length, but I decided to get it out quicker. Next will be longer, I promise. Well, I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. Next will be coming as soon as possible, or as soon as I get at least ten reviews. Eh, I'll still keep writing. Thanks for reading you amazing people, and don't forget to review.