Are The Odds In Our Favour?

Chapter 3

Cato's POV:

That night I created such an atomosphere on our District floor, it put everyone else in my mood. I was pissed. So angry it was un humane.

But no matter, just because she looked good at the tribute parade does NOT mean she'll be a contender. Let's face it, hardly anyone is. Apart from myself, of course.

I step into the shower hoping the hot water will wash away my 'negative' thoughts. I just needed to be in the zone for tomorrow.

What the hell?

The shower was made of clear glass, encrusted with little crystals outlining the edges. On the side was a dark marble, which had an array of buttons on panels carved into the smooth surface.

Unsure what each button was for, I press at least five different ones from each panel. I was first hit by smothering hot water, soaking my body and relaxing my tense muscles. Then a scrub with these little grains taking the makeup and dirt off. Followed by a creamy substance smoothing my body down, and the smell of lavender came pouring down.

Oh wow. I smell like a girl. Great.

I'll sort that out in the morning, I step on the mat and this dryer came above my head, sending a pulse down my body. Drying me immediantly, cool. Climbing into bed I think of tomorrow, people who will want me as their ally.

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Zoom...

The elevator whooshes down, to the ground floor- that was awesome! But since we were only on the second floor it probably wasn't exciting as it would of been if we were higher up.

My feet turn to take me back on it, with a clear goal in my mind: do it from the top.

"Urgghh Cato! Stop being childish, we need to get to the training rooms." Clove complained, whilst dragging me away from the lift.

A sigh escapes my lips when I remember this isn't a holiday where we are supposed to enjoy ourselves.

In the traing centre there was everything, from combat fighting, to edible plants, knot tying and, of course. Swords.

Clove an I were the first people here, except for the head trainer and a trainer for each station. I quietly walk towards the swords station, admiring each sword in their glory.

Carved in complicated patterns and details, they all reflected the ceilings bright, luminous lights against them. Placing my right hand lightly on my favourite sword, feeling the grip of it. Nothing dangerous.

"You'll have enough time to touch the swords, after ALL the tributes arrive." A voice spoke up. I turn around to see a very tall women with muscles, you can tell she was no stranger to exercise.

I smirk and walk away. It's too bad she's not a tribute herself, she'd be first to go.

One by one, or two by two in fact, all the tributes started arrive. Once the last pair showed up Atala(the tall muscular women, apparently the head trainer) was about to start before she realised that District 12 were missing.

Good. Let them be late, let them get in trouble. They were like ten minutes late, there had to be some punishment for this!

I must if jinxed something, because just as I thought that, District 12 walk in standing at the back of the crowd. Atala then informs us with information of each station and statics of survival. Easy. I will and am going to survive.

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Once dismissed I practically sprint over to the swords so I could get the one I saw earlier. Just as I am about the reach it a tall boy, slightly taller than me, picks it up. It was the District 1 boy... Marble?

"Sword. Give it to me." I say. Stretching out each syllable, flashing him a murderous stare.

"Why should I?" Marble said, mockingly swinging the sword in his hand just to get on my nerves. Nice try.

This only made me smirk, he obviously has no experience or skill for that matter; with swords, if only he knew how capable I am.

"Wanna bet?" I raise an eyebrow at him. "How about a... Harmless competition?" I suggest.

For a moment I saw a flicker of panic spread across his eyes. However, that was soon replaced with determination as he looked at me and curtly nodded his head.

After two hours of switching between stations Marvel; who I learnt his name. Was actually pretty good. The pair of us competed against the other finding our strengths and weaknesses.

It turns out my weaknesses are anything but swords and combat- which isn't a bad thing, they're all I need. All I need to win. Also, Marvel seems pretty handy with that spear. He and the female from his district should defiantly be my allies... Along with Clove.

The muscles in my arm ripples as I decapitate yet another target. I wipe the beads of sweat along my hairline with hand, glancing across the training centre to see the District 12 boy falling from an obstacle course.

I size him up from where I was standing: he was average build, slightly stocky which gave him a bit of muscle. His ashy blonde hair was now stuck down to his forehead and he seemed weak. Easy target.

Then Katniss, his district partner, made her way towards the helpless boy. Saying a few words before giving a slight nod in my direction.

He made his way to the weights, oh, he's actually going to try to lift one? Those are heavy... I struggled with them. He got a grip of the handle before throwing it at the display of weapons. Knocking a few down.

I bit my lip. I'm not going to lie, that was quite impressive. My eyes wander back to Katniss who wore the same expression on her face. What could she be thinking? Our eyes connect for a split-second before she hastily returned to the edible plants station.

Surely there's more to her... Substance with the style. Katniss Everdeen has more to her, and I will find it out.

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I'm sorry, I'm sorry!! :(

I said to myself when I started to write on here 'you'll never be one of those annoying people who updated between REALLY long periods of time'

But here I am, being the hypocrite that I am and having to apologise for being one of 'those' people. I would give an excuse for the reasons why it has took me so long to update... However, I really don't have any.

And for any new readers who have stumbled upon this ermmm... OK? Fanfiction: Hi! I always updated regularly, what?

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