I just saw The Huger Games movie and absolutely loved it! Greatest book-turned-to-movie ever. I loved the acting of Alexander Ludwig (Cato). And when he broke that dudes neck…o_o…woah. So I thought I'd write about him and another person I love. Primrose. I know this is a weird pairing but I think if Cato needed to be with anyone, he'd need to be with someone bright and sweet, kinda clashing with his dark and ruthless personality. I know Cato's supposed to be an older tribute so I changed the ages a bit.
Cato-16 (He's not 18 in this, sorry)
Prim-13 (I know she's supposed to be 12 but I didn't want it to be too weird, if you don't like this please leave.)
Everyone else is the same age as book/movie.
Also, the year before, when 12, Prim could not make it to the reaping because of medical resons, I know she'd still have to go but let's just pretend.)
That's all I'm changing about the character's if you have any questions, please ask, but please no flames.
This first chapter will be very short, but don't worry, all the other chapters will be longer.
My eyes widened as I looked around in wonder.
Did she really call my name?
Was this some kind of sick joke?
'How?…but this is my first…she promised…'
Someone bumped my side, bringing me back to reality.
I was chosen.
I was chosen for the 74th annual Hunger Games.
At the age of thirteen.
My whole life is over. Done. I know I won't be able to win. I can't fight, I can't even run properly!
Someone nudged me again, breaking me from my dark thoughts.
I started to walk foreward almost robotically. My body was on autopilot and my vison blurred.
'I'm going to die.'
I turned to see Katniss. Her grey eyes wide with panic.
"Prim!" Some peace keepers grabbed onto her arms, starting to pull her back.
"No! No! Wait!" She screamed hysterically, "I volunteer!"
My eyes widened, breath becoming labored.
She stood more calmly and repeated with confidence, "I volunteer as tribute."
"No!" My voice rang out, echoing in the silence.
She started walking foreword.
"NO!" I screamed again, "Katniss, please."
Arms incircled my waist, starting to pull me back.
'No, not Katniss. She won't die for me.'
I thought back to all those times she's protected me. To all the times she took care of me, loved me. She's practically my mother! I won't have her make another sacrafice for me.
"You will not Katniss Everdeen! You will not volunteer as tribute! I was chosen!" My voice screeched, it sounded almost inhuman. With my adrenaline pumping, I was able to push back whoever was holding me. Basically sprinting to my shocked sister, who stood as still as a statue, halfway to the stage.
"You will not volunteer." I repeted, grabbing her hands in mine, "Please, for me, let me do this. I was chosen. Let me go." I cryed, tears falling down my cheeks.
"No Prim, you can't-" she didn't get to finnish.
I turned, and walked straight up to the stage.
The Peacekeepers grabbed Katniss again, pulling her screaming and crying to who knows where. But she would live. And if she lived…then so did I.
I took my place next to Effie, body shaking and sobbing, but standing straight. With strengh in my eyes that I never knew I had.
"Well…um, wasn't that a show! This year is going to be very dramatic, I can already tell! Now, lets chose a boy!" Effie cried enthusiastically. Brushing some curly pink hair from her pale face, she walked over to the large glass bowl, her long fake nails swirling around the paper cards dramatically.
"Peeta Mellark!" she called, raising the card into the air.
A golden haired boy came foreword, his face frightend. He was average size, with broad shoulders and gentle blue eyes. I instantly recognized him from the bakery me and Katniss walked by on our way home from school everyday.
Katniss…tears started to well up again.
"Primrose Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, shake hands!"
We turned to each other hesitantly.
I looked into his eyes, noticing that even for his average size, he was very much larger then me.
I looked into his eyes and instead of seeing a handsome, innocent looking blue eyed boy. I saw a tribute.
A boy that might just kill me.
His hand engulfed my small, shaking one.
"Good Luck! And my the odds be ever in your favor!"
'They won't be.'