Hello again my wonderful ponies! If you are new to my stories WELCOME, WELCOME!

Unfortunately I am not the wonderful and talented Susan Collins, so I don't own THG.

Tarrrrr and theHUNGERgamesISboss were the first two to answer last chapter's riddle: What is more powerful than God, more evil than the devil, the poor have it, and the rich want it?

The answer is nothing!

Prim POV:

I stood there and gaped at him for a moment before trying to speak.

"Are you alright?" I asked quietly, walking towards him like he was a frightened animal. He snarled unconsciously, lips curling into a sneer and backing away. He was like a trapped animal, acting on instinct. He suddenly chuckled darkly before straightening up and prowling towards me, capturing my eyes in his own icy blues. I lump formed in my throat and I tried to swallow and started to back up. I gasped as my back touched the cold metal of the side of the roof, and suddenly a freezing wind swept right through my thin shirt. Cato advanced more, drawing up to his full height and looming over me. Suddenly he swept down and his lips crashed onto mine. He pushed me roughly into the wall, one massive arm on either side of me trapping me. He was rough and forced his tongue into my mouth. He pulled back and we were both breathing heavily. He brushed some hair out of my face before smirking.

"Later, twelve" He turned and stalked through the door and down the stairs. I stood there for a second and caught my breath. I slid down the wall and pulled my knees into my chest. I guess five seconds of bravery isn't as powerful as everyone says. I sighed and leaned my head back into the wall, closing my eyes and thinking of Katniss.

Cato POV

As soon as I was out of her sight I turned and smashed my fist into the concrete wall of the stairwell. The skin on some of my knuckles split and a print of blood stained the wall, but I barely noticed and didn't care anyways. I needed to blow off steam. I couldn't let her do that to me. I was weak around her; she brought it out of me. I grit my teeth and bounded down the steps, headed for the gym.

Right jab, left uppercut. Fake right, break left. I gave the punching bag a solid round-house kick and stood, tense and breathing hard. Prim is weak. I sent another punch at the bag. I am weak. I hit it harder. Weakness is not acceptable. I sighed, rolling my shoulders and stepping back. Unwinding the tape on my hands, I started to walk back to my floor. I pushed the door open and stalked back to my room. I didn't even bother taking off my sweat soaked shirt and shorts, but threw myself on the bed and was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Thanks for reading! Sorry it's so short again but they are going to get longer once I get into pumping them out again :) Feel free to check out my Mortal Instruments stories while you are waiting for updates!

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Okay so for the shoutout next chapter, find a movie reference in this chappie :) You have to say what the reference was and what movie it's from… (HINT: You probably watched this when you were like ten… WHAT TEAM? WILDCATS!)