We never stood a chance

Your secrets unraveld

A giant not ties in my throat as I check to see if he's joking. He's not. I look him over. Tall, the biggest muscles I've ever seen, and those icy blue eyes. Why me.

"You know, I wasn't going to volunteer until I was 18. The last year eligible."

"Then why did you?" I ask folding my arms across my chest. I know exactly what he is doing. He is clever, but not clever enough to outsmart me. Im Menacing, he's vicious. We haven't spoken a word to each other in our lives until now. We both knew we would end up against each other in the arena sooner or later.

He takes a deep breath before responding as if deciding if would believe him. "Because there is no way I'm loosing you." his words jab at my heart remembering what my mom had said. Those exact words.

"I can take care of myself." I glare. He's already trying to trick my heart. There is no way I'm letting him fool my mind.

"No." he replies coldly.

"Yes."

"Well then I'm too hard headed to believe you." He says shooting word darts at my heart. They catch me off guard as they aim full force. He has me.

Chapter five

An ugly snake eyed lady prances into a room, a hairless cat hissing at us by her side.

"What a pair of mongrels we have this year!" she's says without a care that well put knives in her throat if she keeps calling us mongrels like we are mutts.

"I human, not mutt." I retorte as she struggles to fit her butt in the chair beside me.

"Oh don't be silly," she chirps patting my leg "your all viocious animals! How do you think one is to get out alive if they're not! Take it as a complement."

I reply by rolling my eyes. Honestly I have no idea how she won a hunger games. She's tall and husky, I wouldn't be surprised if she spends her days stuffing her mouth with crumpets. She doesn't look like she could kill a soul, let alone be a winning career.

"So you are our mentor." Cato breaths clearly unimpressed

"Well I'm not your mom!" chuckling like she said the funniest thing in the world. "I have been a mentor for 25 years and I have my ways of doing things and you will listen to me." her tone suddenly hard and serious " Usually I start off our little, ummm, meet and greets we'll say, by telling my tributes a little about who I am and what our plan is. First off I won the 49th hunger games at age 12. That makes me 37 years young." the more she talks the more I'm surprised. Winning at age 12, that's the youngest you could have been! " I can tell you are both nearly bubbling over with violence and strength, but it takes a lot more than that to win. You have to have a whole lot I wit." she purses her dry lips in my direction

"I have plenty of wit, I have the third highest grade average in my school." I say defensively. Cato laughs in a way that torcs me off a little bit.

I look back to our mentor expecting some shoot down, but instead I get a surprising response.

"Well than, I guess we actually have something to work with this year." Her smirk reminds me of something I would do myself

I remain silent, not sure how to respond before turning my head to get a glimpse of the first pairs of painted people. They make eye contact and immediately explode. Their cheers and hoots rattling my ear drums. We have entered the Capitol.