Playing Games (A Hunger Games Twist)

So yeah! I got's chapter 1 up! Finally! This story is gonna start out with small beginning chapters. I am gonna try to finish up my other stories this Easter weekend so I can focus on this a little more.. Well, here's chapter 1! Enjoy :)

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As he looked into my eyes with that familiar glow, my heart sped up a bit. He had that glint in his eye full of mischief and quite possibly a bit of insanity. I had seen that look before. In training afterschool, I would see that sometimes. Of course, he was two years older than me and we weren’t always training together, but I’d still see it.

Okay, okay; maybe I did watch him from time to time.

It’s training for stealth alright?

Cato smiled at me and waved back to the crowd, starting the fist pumps again. They went crazy over him. Our Capitol escort even joined in. I might have seen a Peacekeeper or two smiling at him. The corners of my mouth turned up a bit.

16 year old Cato. The kid was a legend. The most popular boy in training. The one all the girls wanted to date and have the pleasure of even meeting. He was the guy everybody wanted to be. Being an only child, he was a bit spoiled, and everyone loved it. They even took advantage of him.

I never really cared about that stuff.

I just cared he actually talked to me and recognized my existence.

Cato and I had known each other for a while. I started school in his class, being told I was “sharper than the others.” Cato heard about that. He befriended me instantly. We would train together and study together and even just talk and hang out together. He was my best friend until I turned 10. He was 12. No 12 year old boy wants to be seen with a 10 year old girl. It just wasn’t accepted in school.

So now here we were, 4 years later and I have to go into the Games with him. We used to dream of going in together. We would be the deadliest team. The brains and the brawn. The brave and the bold. That was us. And now, here we were. Ready to fight together, even if we had to kill each other in the end. As I remembered the words he had said on my 9th birthday, someone grabbed my shoulder.

“Come on Miss. Time to go see your family.” A peacekeeper herded us over to the tiny building near the train tracks. Cato made his last commotion by waving to all of them crazily, swinging from his shoulder. I giggled and walked into the building. All of this partying was really getting to my head.

First to come were my parents. My mother and father seemed extremely proud. They gave me large hugs and my father shook my hand a million times. I kissed their cheeks, telling them I’d see them in about a month. Then my brother, Sector, came in. He wrapped his large arms around my shoulders. I just rolled my eyes. He had escaped the Hunger Games and finally made it to age 19. He never trained to become a Career. He never wanted any of the Hunger Games. He just squeezed me tight and told me to win. I rolled my eyes once more before they corralled me to the train and made him leave. I’d punch him for being a softie when I got back.

As Cato and I stepped up onto the train, we waved once more. People would be proud to have more winners. I knew it. As the doors slid closed and we were taken to our beds, I tried to calm down. I pulled a string of confetti out of my hair as I sat on the bed. A rush of excitement ran through my veins as I saw Cato standing at my doorway, knocking on the door with the back of his hand. I smiled.

Then, reality came.

I would have to go into the arena with him.

In the end, I’d have to kill him.