Hey guys, sorry this took so long. I've had exams since I posted chapter one. The updates should be longer and more regular starting with Chapter three. Thanks for being patient c:

Cato's pov:

Today was our last day in the Capitol. One final ball at the presidents mansion and then home... Wherever that was. I don't know if I could face my district after letting Clove die. Maybe I should move to Twelve with Peeta, his district partners death was completely beyond his control...

I check the clock, 4:30 pm. Two hours until the party. Peeta was in the shower, enjoying the Capitol's seemingly endless supply of hot water, a rare commodity in the districts, especially his.

I was still feeling shitty after pressuring Peeta to have sex with me last night. I'd make it up to him somehow.

Peetas pov:

The sun is halfway set as we arrive at the president's, painting the sky a beautiful tangerine orange, my favorite color. We're halfway up the walkway when Cato stops me. He adjusts my collar, straightens my tie, and fixes my hair before gently kissing my forehead. I feel myself blush and take his hand as he leads me up the path and knocks on the door.

We are let in by a peacekeeper, I notice the beautiful mural on the ceiling, depicting a time before the games. The house smells slightly like roses, only to be outdone by the horrid stench of blood. Then I notice something is off... where are the other guests? We're ten minutes late, surely the other guests aren't all later than that? "Right this way please", a plump peace keeper says, pointing at a marble staircase. Maybe the guests are upstairs?.

I couldn't be more wrong. We are lead into an office with two chairs waiting for us. "President Snow will join you in a moment."

I turn to Cato, "maybe he's going to congratulate us" Cato says with a weak smile.

The next five minutes are the longest of my life.

"Hello boys" says the snake-like president upon entering. "I trust you've enjoyed all the Capitol has to offer." We remain silent, too nervous to speak. "Well I won't keep you too long, as I'm sure you are both well aware, this years games is the Third Quarter Quell. Which always features an... interesting twist for the tributes." "Yes we're familiar" Says Cato with a nervous laugh. "Excellent, well this year, the twist is... the only people who can be reaped are... past victors." What? past victors? Why?

And then it hits me

This is how he is going to get back at us for pulling the stunt with the berries. "This time however, to speed things up, we will only reap six tributes. 3 Male and 3 Female. All from districts one through six." So I'm safe but Cato...

"Congratulations Mr. Cato, it looks like we'll being seeing you in the games this time next week."

I can't breathe.

No this can't be happening.

I look over to my right just in time to see Cato spring from his seat and burst through the door, down the stairs and out into the night.

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I promise the next ones will be longer and more entertaining c