Broken Ones

Cato- Chapter 2

-5 years prior-

I run toward a short, raven haired girl standing in line for the identification process. I impatiently tap my foot when a lady in another line waves me on.

The lady taking blood forcefully grabs my hand and pricks the tip of my finger with a Capitol device. She places the finger on a piece of paper and puts it under a scanner.

'Cato Hadley, age 13' it flashes and she waves me to go.

'Clove Kentwell, age 12' the screen flashes. So that's her name. It sounds familiar...

Oh that's right. Her brother is a prodigy. Corinth Kentwell, son of a victor. I have no idea which victor, however it was a very talented one. Only 15, but amazingly skilled with weaponry.

Our escort, Melashia, prances up to the stage. Her outfit is different every year, corresponding to the color of Caesar Flickerman's, the interviewer of the tributes and victors', hair. Every. Single. Year. Without fail. This year she wore a gold, wig curled in tight curly cues. Her dress hugged close to her body, showing off a plastic surgery butt that they enhanced to make larger. Its really disgusting.

"Hello District Two! Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!Before we start, we will watch a video thats from all the way from the Capitol!" Melashia squeals and presses a button on a remote. The two large screens flash and a very boring video starts. 'War, terrible war-' it goes on explaining the dark days.

"Oh wasn't that an amazing video?" She claps by herself.

"Okay... the time has come to select one courageous young man and woman," she pauses to take a breath and continues. "To have the honor, of representing District 2, in the 69th annual Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favor!" Melashia says the famous line for a second time and the town square erupts in cheers.

"Hush hush now." Melashia wobbles over to the glass bowl that holds 200 names of girls on her 6 inch heels. When she makes it back, she carefully opens the slip of paper.

"Clove Kentwell!" She pipes and a sickly sweet smile spreads across her face.

The crowd parts and Clove makes her way to the stage, her jade green dress flowing behind her. All of a sudden an yell comes from the front of the crowd, an eighteen year old. "I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute." Clove happily goes back to her spot, either not wanting to go into the games or she wants to wait till she's ready. . The person who volunteered was the strongest girl in the Academy, our training center and school, Enobaria. She will most likely come home a victor.

"What's your name?" Melashia asks an evilly grinning Enobaria. "Enobaria Mitchell." she responds and smirks.

"Enobaria Mitchell!" Melashia cheers and raises Enobaria's hand. The crowd goes wild.

"Now for the boys." she picks a slip and goes to the microphone for the second time.

"Argo Hadley!"

My veins run cold and the color drains out of my face. 'What? No no no! My brother can NOT go in the arena! I wouldn't survive without him!' I think as I stand there like a statue.

He emerges from the sixteen year old section.

"I volunteer!" Someone calls from the fifteen section. 'THANK YOU! THANK YOU!!!' I think till I realize who it was.

It was Corinth Kentwell.

"And what's your name?" Melashia asks Corinth.

"Corinth. Corinth Kentwell." He answers.