Against All Odds

I'm A Career, I Don't Need Help

A/N: I made a super long chapter for Katniss, so I suppose it's only fair I make a long chapter for out dear friend Cato too. Except I'm honestly a pretty lazy writer, so we'll see how long I feel like making this.. I've also had the idea to do QOTC (question of the chapter), because I wonder about things a lot, and I want opinions on them :3

so QOTC:  Would you ever write a book? Why or why not? 

AOTC: I don't know if I will, maybe someday. I can be a really lazy, rubbish writer at times though.. 

Cato POV

"I'm a career. I don't need your help," I growl to Rue. The petite girl smiles, instead of being scared off. 

"Everyone needs a little help sometimes, and you especially need it if you want to beat Katniss in climbing tomorrow. Not saying that you can, even with my help."

"Are you saying I'm going to lose?" I demand, grabbing her. 

"Come on, Cato! Put her down, we need to go tell Marvel and Glimmer about the alliance!" Clove rolls her eys and begins dragging me over to where Marvel is throwing spears. He's hitting perfect hits every time, but I'm confident I can win. Spears are long distance weapons, so all I have to do is get close enough to chop his arm or head off. He shouldn't be too much of a threat. Reluctantly, I release Rue, who still doesn't look scared at all (too my annoyance), and follow Clove over to the spear throwing station. 

"Marvel, my friend. Clover here has something to tell you," I drawl with a smirk. 

"Don't call me that, Cato. Anyways, yes, we have a new addition to the alliance. Firegirl, from district 12." 

Marvel doesn't look as surprised as I thought he would. "So, what does Katniss Everdeen have to offer for us?" I can't help but notice how his voice doesn't hold a sneering tone, as most careers have when taling about the outer districts. Instead, he seems genuinely interested. I scoff, of course. Marvel is probably just hoping for someone to make fun of, like me. Immediately, defensiveness surges. No one messes with my toys. Even as a child, I refuesed to share my things. Immediately, my mind flashed back to when I was younger, and my mother would tell me to share my things with my younger brother Lucas (Luke). 

~Flashback~ (from Cato's POV still, I mean, I tried to write it in his POV, it may be awkward a bit though)

"NO!!! That's MINE! You can't have it!!!!!"  a young 5 year old me exclaims. 

"Cato, sharing is an important virtue, just like patience, and kindess,"  My sweet blonde mother reminds me softly. 

"But Mother, it's MINE! I don't want him to touch it!"  I whine. 

"But you need to be kind and share with others if you want them to like you and play with you!" she gently reminds me. 

"But i don't WANT to share!!!"  I yell, throwing my hands up in my frustration. 

"Calm down, Cato. Give Lukey your stuffed bear, and you can have it back when your brother's done with it!" My mother says quietly yet firmly.  

"But mother...!" I plead, upset. 

"Yes?"

And then I come up with a plan.  "But mother, my other toy is newer. This bear is dirty already, and Luke likes the colour green anyways, so I'll go get my other green bear for him! He's too young to play with this bear, he could rip it apart!" 

"Oh is that so? I suppose that's alright..." my mother agrees, patting my fluffy blonde hair affectionately. And I grin, feeling happy that I had gotten my way again, and I didn't have to share.