"Wakey wakey Cato, we've got a big big big day today." Incuras' chirpy voice tweets outside the door. It's too early in the morning to have a happy person around. My face hurts to move: even opening my eyes is painful. The blood has crusted onto the pillow and all over my face but I don't wash it off before going to breakfast. Oh no, got to see Incuras' face when I walk into the room.

I bump into Clove before I get to the main cart. "Cato, you've got a lot of blood on your face." She snickers keeping in pace with me. "I can't believe just that little, ikle, cut has caused that much damage. You're going to be easy to kill."

"No one is killing anyone from District 2." Enobaria orders from behind us. "You two have to come across as friends or fellow trainers. Understand."

"Yeah but how is that going to benefit anyone?" I ask, walking into the cart. Incuras looks up from his mirror, squeaks and blacks out again. Satisfaction appears on my face walking past him. I look down at Clove thinking how is this person going to help me win? I need to be mean to her so her normal self will come through because that's the only way she's going to die without me doing it out of boredom. No one from 2 has ever killed their fellow tribute and I'm not going to be the first to. "Eventually she's gonna have to die so why make me have a dead weight on my shoulders?"

Again she snaps pulling out her knife. "Who's to say you're going to be the victor?"

"Please," I laugh, pushing her knife aside, "Have you seen the line up ahead of me? You are all a bunch of weaklings who can't control themselves around power. I am power and you're just scared of what I can do or else you wouldn't have a knife on you at all times." Shock and disgust are the expressions on her baby face as she sits down. "Didn't think I could read you? I'm not stupid. I've asked my trainers to teach me how to read people and guess what Clove, it works."

"That is so unfair." Clove screeches, her anger again welling up. "How did he get special training?"

Brutus and Enobaria just shrug tucking into their breakfast. Even I didn't know how I got more training than the others but I have the ability to win unlike others. Why would anyone waste precious time on a person who doesn't even have a shot, like Clove here? "You need to wipe that blood off your face." Brutus instructs not looking at me. "We don't want the Capitol people blacking out when you arrive."

Like last night, it goes back to silence. It's too early for me to be up let alone speak but, unlike last night, there is an awkward aura floating through the room. If it's because I said things to Clove, she needs to get over them. I was telling her the truth and if she can't handle it then how is she going to handle things in the Games? I cannot look after her as well as myself: that will not make me come first. Just hope that someone else with to kill her.

Incuras wakes up as I'm about to leave. His face goes whiter than the pure white suit he's wearing but doesn't faint this time. "Do you know how much those silk sheets costs?" His voice is quiet and feebler than before. A smile forms on my face at his fear of me. I can smell his fright fly off him into my awaiting nostrils. "Don't just stand there, chop chop. You need to get ready and presentable. There is a clean suit on your clean bed and can we keep it that way. Put it on quickly before we are late."

"Do I have to clean my face too?" I cheekily ask.

His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, "That would be best." A little tsst escapes my mouth as I exit to my own carriage. Just can't get the tough escorts these days? Before Incuras, there was a very butch man named Atlas who hardly wore any makeup or had to have his hair perfectly sculptured. Nor did he have long whiskers. Those were the years District 2 had victors instead of the occasional year. 2 was the most feared and praised districts in Panem: now we are just the same as the others - mediocre.

A warm bath would have been nice but instead a cold shower awaited me. Got to be presentable! Scrubbing at my face I managed to open the wound up again. My blood looked like cranberry juice going down the plug but it didn't last long and a new scab appeared. Could just say it's a mole or freckle it's that small.

"Cato, hurry up!" Brutus yells behind the door. From my small window I could see it: The Capitol. I'd heard stories about it from trainers, District 2 citizens and the tourists but from here it doesn't look bizarre. It had more water than it probably needed and it seemed to float upon the liquid but the buildings were just glorified versions of our justice building. Where are the colours?

"Cato, hurry up!" Enobaria shouts this time, knocking forcefully on the door. "The tunnel is coming up and then you won't have long."

She was right. My room became really dark and I knew I'd have to quicken the pace. First off, I couldn't find any clean underwear or socks so I had to do with my old ones. Then the room just got lighter gradually. I just about got my white trousers on before I saw the people. Rainbow of colours met my eyes in wigs, clothes and makeup. I didn't have time to put on my jacket or shirt.

"Cato, get here now." Brutus commands pointing to the spot next to Clove who looks very angelic in her short white dress. Neither he nor Enobaria stood in the doorway but near enough that we can hear them if they tell advice. "Where's the rest of your outfit?"

"I've got to get sponsors somehow." I smirk looking down at my torso. The corner of my vision, saw Clove swoon at my mention of my body. At the training centre, girls would stop and look if I had my top off. Woman heard of the glory that is myself. Now, in the Capitol, I will have females worshipping me because of my handsomeness.

Claudius Templesmith's voice comes onto the speakers in and outside the train. "Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the tributes from 2. Clove Tyne and Cato Stark."

Before the doors were even open, I could hear them roaring my name. "Cato. Cato. CATO!" I just love it. Slowly the doors open and the crowd cheers louder. The presence of me has toppled some woman over, crashing others behind them like dominoes. Decorative fans are pulled out of various handbags, clothing and wigs as the woman fan the heat out of their face but their eyes taunt after me. They want me for themselves and I let them have it. "I told you so." I turn back to Brutus looking very pleased with what he's seeing. "I've beaten Finnick Odair in winning this many hearts."

"Turn back around." He whispers, aggressively. "Other districts will show up in a minute. Keep their attention."

Templesmith's voice appears out of the speakers as a new train pulls up but I knew which one it was before the announcement came. The smiley, 'ever-so friendly' blonde waved out to the crowd as the travelled into the station. The only crowd member looking wailed the districts name turning everyone else (standing) around. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the tributes from 12. Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark."

There she was: Katniss Everdeen. Her beautiful brown hair was in its braid – like yesterday at the reaping – showing off her beautiful face. Her high cheek bones, definite chin and those grey Seam eyes. She wears her dress from the reaping again but that doesn't matter to anyone because there she was. The volunteer from 12. Even though her smile is false, the Capitol are too stupid to see otherwise. Is any person, who's volunteered to take their sisters place, going to really want to be taking part in the games? No but she is going to be the hardest person to kill. Katniss has determination behind her, to win for her sister, which gives her motivation to learn new skills like keeping herself hidden and safe. Who knows if she can use a weapon but strength and courage will be her most useful allies in the games making her my toughest opponent.

Guess I'll have to kill her immediately, when I get the chance.

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A/N Another one just for you lovely people that are finding this story. Thank you! It would have been longer but how can I continue after such a great ending - it might just be a sentence but it proves Cato's realisation for how good Katniss is.