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Separation of Hearts

Prologue

"Primrose Everdeen."

He frowned at the name as the camera zoomed towards a skinny eleven-year-old girl, a painless shocked expression slowly etched onto her face. She was just a child, an easy prey he observed as he watched her body rack with sobs as she slowly made her way towards the stage. He turned his back lifting his shirt over his head, which was slicked with sweat after a day of training. District twelve was always weak. A bunch of coal miners populated with starved children and dying adults. No one considered them a threat especially not him. He had trained all his life for this, the glory, the pride, the victory and most of all the power. It's all he's ever known, all that he's ever wanted and nothing will stop him.

"NO, I volunteer! I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!"

He whipped his head back in time to see a girl running towards the child hugging her protectively. "Well, now this just got interesting," he thought as he sat down on the edge of his bed grabbing the remote to turn on the volume a little bit louder. Since the birth of the Hunger Games he could not remember anyone from district twelve volunteer as a tribute. In fact it was a bit amusing to see the events unfold in front of him. He narrowed his eyes as they get a close up of the girl – medium build, a bit on the scrawny side but what else could you expect from a place where you can barely feed yourself. She had brown hair, which was neatly tied up in a braid that fell on her back. Her face showed a mixture of determination, reluctance and most of all fear. That definitely piqued his interest, those steel grey eyes showed fear and as much as she tried to hide it he can see right through them.

"Fool," his mind spat as he watched her walk on stage next to the eccentric Effie Trinket who looked like she would burst from the non-existent excitement about having a first volunteer in district twelve history. He couldn't help but keep his eyes on her, the way she walked and the frightened look she gave the crowd. He had been watching district reaping's all day to assess and observe his opponents. So far none of them were a threat or close to being interesting except this Katniss. The fact that she volunteered to die by his hands ignited a carnal desire to overpower her.

It unnerved him that her eyes resembled his. Sure the color and shapes were different but inside the pupil were the need to survive and the want to win. He would enjoy slicing her throat and watching the fire in her eyes die out. Turning the TV off, he made his way to towards the window and looked up against the sky. Ironically the sunset ignited the sky in a fiery red and orange hue, which reminded him of the bloodshed that would come. It would only be a matter of a couple of days. He licked his lips slowly anticipating the moment and smiled for the first time in years.

"Katniss Everdeen, may the odds be ever in your favor…until I find you."