It Runs In The Blood*Fight for Survival Epilogue*

Caden Hawks is a born victor. Born into a family with generations of brutal,ruthless victors, Caden is forced to train. Being Cato and Clove's son, he has high expectations to uphold. When he is thrown into the Games at the age of 14, will he become one of the Capitols youngest victors? Or will he die in the arena with his parents watching?


1. Chapter 1

I dragged a sword along the way to the field. The field behind the mansion I lived in was like my second home. I went there everyday after training. When I got there, I sat down in the tall grass.

"Carnival, here girl!" I called for my dog. She usually met me out here everyday. Since I arrived a bit early,I thought I'd let her know I was here. She came running towards me."Hey girl."

She laid down beside me. I began messing around with my sword. I drew things in the dirt around me. Carnival looked up. Her ears stood up as she looked around. She had heard something. I pull out a knife. My favorite one. My mom had given it to me when I was twelve. He was a mean knife with a seven inch blade. A good throwing knife, and a good knife for stabbing.

I hear footsteps. They are quiet. Someone with precise movements. I see a knife land on my right side. It embeds itself into the ground. It can be no other than my mom."Really?"

"What?" My mom rolls her eyes. Carnival greets her.

"Didn't know you were back from the Capitol. Couldn't you of greeted me a bit nicer?" I pull the knife out of the ground.

"Don't become Cato. You are close enough to him as it is."

"When did you get back?"

"Ten minutes ago. I figured you'd be out here."

"How did you know?"

"I used to come out here after your twit of an aunt would come home."


"She pisses me off. She is lucky she doesn't have a knife in her throat by now." She sits down next to me. My mom is Clove Springs. She descends from a huge line of victors. She is no different herself. She was the winner of the Seventy-fourth and the Seventy-fifth Hunger Games.She is said to be the best knife thrower to ever step foot in an arena. I believe it. She taught me when I was three. Ever since then, I've been a master at it. Almost as good as her. Her sister, her mom, her dad,her grandparents,everyone is a victor.

"So is dad." Then there is my dad,Cato Hawks. He comes from another line of victors. My dad is said to be one of the meanest tributes to ever play the Games. Everyone says how much I resemble him. Despite my knife throwing, I'm exactly like him. I do look like him, except my hair is longer and curler.He also won the Seventy-fourth and fifth Hunger Games along with my mom. They are the only two tributes to win two Games and to win together.

"You got a good point. How was training?"

"Good. I guess."

"How's school?"

"Haven't been. Just been training. Just in case I get reaped for the third time."

"Well, the Capitol hates us, so they obviously hate you."

"I wonder why. I mean, what's not to like?"

"God, you sound just like your dad."

"I've been told. Especially by you."

"It's not always a compliment."

"Oh, I know."

"I'm going to go back. Want to come?"


"How did you live in that house for a week? There are bugs everywhere."

"Played your original game." That original game was throwing knives at bugs. I wasn't nearly as good as my mom. I would always miss and break something.

"Oh, sounds fun. Let's go kill some flies and spiders."

"Sorry about that vase."

"Like I give a shit about home decor." My mom gets up and starts to walk back to the house.

"Uh, my teacher wants to talk to you."

"Tell her I'm busy."

I get up and follow her."She says she knows when you get back."

"Fucking stalker." I laugh. None of my friends moms are anything like mine. They don't cuss, they don't throw knives at you, they cook, they care, and they have rules. Unlike my mom who cusses, throws knives at you, doesn't cook,doesn't clean, and doesn't really care about anything except training.

"Damn right."

"Holy fucking shit, Caden! Watch your language."

I roll my eyes. I've always had a good relationship with my mom. She isn't the most caring person in the world. Like if you fall and skin your knee, she'll just tell you to suck it up. If you are sick, you are still getting your ass out of bed and going to school. She doesn't clean or cook. We have other people who do that. She doesn't really care if I cuss or break something. Neither does my dad. That's why everyone says I have the best and coolest parents in District Two, yet the meanest and most brutal.

When we get back to the house, my dad is watching TV."Hey,Caden."

'Hey,Dad." I reply and sit on the couch next to him.

"Good clean up job." He removes the pillow with the broken pieces of glass under it.

"Long story."

"Let me guess, tried to kill a fly and failed."

"How did you know?"

"What can I say, I know everything."


"It's hard to be so awesome at everything. You should try and live a day in my shoes."

"Sitting on the couch for hours,eating, sleeping, and then training hopeless little kids that think they can win. Sounds hard."

"It is."

"It must suck training me, who is so amazing at everything and then training those hopeless weaklings."

"To be honest, it is."
"Hope I don't 'accidentally' get reaped again."

"Shit happens. If you do, you'd win anyway."

"Yeah, one problem. I'm fucking fourteen."

"Like I said, shit happens."

"Good point. I worked on shooting today."

"How did that work out?"
"Well, better than that dumb bitch."

"The one from Twelve?"

"Yeah. The one mom killed."

"How about the other dumb bitch?"


"I feel bad for you having to spend a week with her in the arena. Watching her made me sick."

"Don't even go there. The kids from District One always have the stupidest names. See, we named you something that sounded like a killer."

"Good because I am nothing less."

"God damn. You are fucking fourteen. How cocky could you be?" My mom laughs.

"I don't need to be cocky."

"Then how about you stop? It makes me sick."

"I beat all the eighteen-year-old this week. Leo said there wasn't a good enough fighter. No boy was chosen to volunteer."

"Really? That bad?" My dad asks.

"Looks like we've got a bad year." My mom butts in. Since they are victors, they are mentors. Even though they have mentored eight winners since I was born, they are stuck with the job. The Capitol forces them too.

"Unless, I get reaped." I say.

"But you won't." 

"Shit happens,Clove." My dad laughs.

"Stop with the fucking 'shit happens'. It's annoying." My mom pulls his head back and puts a knife to his throat."Just to inform you, I have killed many people by slitting their throats. It comes in handy,Caden."

"I went night hunting while you guys were gone." I say. 

My mom releases my dad and looks interested."Really? Who'd you kill?"

"Some stupid-ass Careers. Two of them."

"Were you alone?" My dad asks."

"When I killed 'em, yeah. My friend had went a different way."

"Good? What weapon?" 

"One I threw a knife into his stomach then slit his throat and the other guy, I shoot an arrow at."

"An arrow?"

"Yeah,Lilly was with me."

"Oh, Lilly." My mom laughs."I like her. She likes to kill."

"I know. That's why I like her."

"Reaping is tomorrow. Go sleep."My mom told me. 

"Night." I said and walked to my room.

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