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Gale's POV

No matter how many times I look at the Capital, on TV or in real life, I'm always amazed by it. More so in real life, but even on the cheap TV at home it looks splendid. Everything looks clean, nobody is starving to death on the streets and the kids and adults look as happy as can be. Part of me feels sick that people can live a life so easy and oblivious, while some of them have to fight starvation.

My thoughts made way thoughts of my family come to surface. How was Posy? Was she OK? And Rory? Are they eating enough, especially Rory? Rory, although he's a boy, he usually gives his food to someone else while making it look like he ate it. He says it's because he's a man and men have to take care of the girls. I shake my head at the thought, a small smile on my face.

"Good thoughts there, Gale?" I looked over at Cato, and then sighed. Cato, Peeta and I were all standing in the main cart. Getting ready to leave the comfort of the train and get thrust into the lavishness of the Capital, again. Only this time, we're stepping off as Victors, not Tributes. To them, we are Heroes. To ourselves, we are monsters. Or at least, Cato and I are. Peeta could never be a monster...he's too kind for that.

The train stops, and I realize that I've been deep in my thoughts. People are being held back by Peacekeepers and the media is going crazy. Camera's are flashing every which way and so many people are talking that I can't even try to understand a single one of them. The street that we step out onto is perfectly white, something that bothers me since we don't really have streets at District 12, and it's polished and clean. The Interview Building is only a few feet away, but it feels like miles as Cato, Peeta and I all walk up the steps.

When we get into the building, I'm surprised that all of the noise is shut out when the doors closed. Sound proof? Wow, they really do have money to waste here. In District 12, there's no doubt in my mind that the money would have been spent for food. It's kind of ironic that the Games are called the 'Hunger Games', yet the real 'Hunger' is back at home. Of course, that's nothing compared to what district 11 has to deal with. I've seen pictures and videos, and let me tell you, they have it way worse. Especially in living conditions. It didn't seem like any of them had even water to use as showers.

When we walked in, some people were still getting the stage and auditorium ready. I could see that a few workers stopped and stared at us for a few minutes, as if they've never seen us before, before returning to work. I wanted to know how many of these people were cheering us on. How many hoped I would live? Or Peeta? Or Cato? It didn't matter, I guess. Because all three of us lived.

And I hope it stays that way.

Cato's POV (Two Hours Later)

I look in the mirror in my dressing room, seeing my body look as strong and beautiful as it did for the Interviews after I was Reaped. I sighed as I looked away, trying to dig through my emotions and push the useless ones away. I couldn't tell if me Volunteering was a good thing or not. I met Peeta, definitely a good thing, and started dating him. But I've screwed up, something I've hardly ever done, and now we're not together anymore. A bad thing. Even worse, I can't tell if he's with Gale or not. I know they both have some type of feelings for each other; I'm just not sure what.

And the funny thing is I'm not really mad at Gale or Peeta. I'm mad at the situation, if anything. How could I be mad at them? They're humans and we love and hate easily. And somehow, I need to figure out how to get Peeta to love me more than Gale again. I'm basically back at square one, except for the fact that he's now Flawless and I'm flawed. The outfit that's on me makes me look proud and strong, but am I really?

Yes, I tell myself. I am Cato. I don't get scared, weak, or insecure. I can do this. I can fight for Peeta's affections while trying to keep all three of us alive. And I will succeed. Somehow, someway.

"Cato? You ready?" Peeta walks in with Gale right behind him, and he looks stunning. All three of us have the same type of outfit on, just each one of us have different colors. And they each seem to fit us. We all work a button down shirt and pants, along with a vest on over it. Mine was a fiery red, Peeta's an ocean blue, and Gale's a forest green. I couldn't help but notice that Peeta's outfit fitted a little tighter against his body then ours did, though.

"Yeah, did they call for us already?" I ask, moving towards them as Gale shook his head.

"No, but they're about to. We figured it'd be best if we were already in position when they did." I nod at Gale's words, and we quickly get into position. From the audience's point of view, I'd be coming in from the right, Gale from the left, and Peeta from the small space in the middle. I catch Peeta's eye, and notice him shivering. I mentally smacked myself. He must be so nervous! This is his first time in front of a large crowd on TV, and he's actually speaking! A year or so ago, he was nothing but an Avox, although he wasn't really quiet. Now, he's a Victor. Powerful and admired.

As the Capital's Anthem plays, we all start walking to the couch that's lined up on the other side of Caesar, who's wearing an obnoxious amount of lime green today. As we sit down, Peeta in between me and Gale, the crowd is already going crazy and chanting all of our names and everything.

"OK, so I have a few questions of my own while fans email us some questions they have." Caesar said with a wide, fake, smile and all three of us nod and smile back. "The first one goes to Gale. Gale, throughout the Games we saw you hide and hunt, yet you tried never to kill another Tribute. Why?"

I was shocked by this question. During the Interviews after the Reapings, the questions were fast and simple to save time. But now there were personal questions. I couldn't decide if that was good or bad. But I was leaning towards bad right now.

"Well, Caesar," Gale started. "The first thing you have to remember is that I lived in District 12. I was bitter, at the beginning, to all the other Tributes who were better, richer, and more prepared then us. We, in District 12, are just trying to live and get by while they had the time of their lives and had everything they wanted. However, I thought about how it might be for a family to watch their child die on television. How I might be the reason of a family's misery and I couldn't bear the thought. So I tried my best not to get stuck in a situation where I had to kill another person." Gale's answer made sense, except...

"But, you helped Peeta right? Peeta is, I apologize, was an Avox. Did you feel more of a connection towards him then the other Tributes?" Gale shook his head at Caesar's question.

"No, Caesar. I looked at Peeta, and I knew that he wasn't destined to die in the Games. Peeta was probably the only one who was, and still is, innocent. He has a childlike quality to him that I wanted to protect, kind of like how an older brother wants to protect his younger brother." I try not to scoff at that. Usually, the older brother doesn't want to get into the younger brother's pants either.

"OK, now Cato. Tell me, why did you pick Peeta over the other Careers? You must have had a deeper connection with them. So why would you pick Peeta?" I thought carefully for a moment. I couldn't exactly say that I was dating, or in the process of dating, said Avox at the time.

"I felt he was the only one who could be trusted. Glimmer had this secret strength that she didn't show till the end, and Marvel's skill with a spear was too high for my liking. And Clove..." I choke at saying her name. The girl that was always like a little sister to me, dead. Along with the girl she loved. "She is probably one of the only people that I would consider letting survive." My words surprise myself.

"Consider? So you're saying, that you kind of like having Gale as a fellow Victor?" Caesar said and I mentally cursed him.

"I guess...I mean, we both at the end were thinking of one thing really. Protecting Peeta's innocence, along with his life." I said with a small shrug, and the crowd goes all 'ah's and 'oh's that it makes me sick. A year ago, they were cheering for me to kill the next person I encountered.

"Now Peeta..."

Peeta's POV

I gulp as I'm suddenly the center of attention, knowing that something big was about to come up surely.

"You're an Avox, or were one, because you were charged of killing a person. Do you find it ironic that you were put in a Games were you had to kill other Avox's so you could communicate?" I just about stop breathing at that. Now that I think about it, it does seem kind of ironic. I mean, how many of us were there for murder? Why would they want a supposed murder around their precious Tributes?

"In all honesty Caesar, I don't know. I didn't kill anyone, although the Capital might beg to differ, but it does seem pretty ironic now." I say.

"Well, anyways, tell me. How did you feel in the Games?" Caesar asked and I thought about this for a moment.

"Well, scared. I could be killed at any moment and I might not even get to see it coming. And I was definitely insecure. I mean, there was a bunch of other people who were trained to fight in this Arena where as I never had any kind of training at all..." I trail off as I think about what I just said. Why would the Capital do that? They, surely, didn't think it'd be as good of a show as it was. Could it be...that maybe they were hoping we would die? But why? What would their point be?

For the next hour and a half, Cato, Gale and I rotated getting questions from fans. By the end, I was tired and ready to go and relax. As we went towards each of our dressing rooms, I saw a note on the mirror.

Dear Peeta,

I know you're wondering who I am. So I'll give you a hint. For what the Capital requires me to do, I don't have to talk. I don't get money, however, and it's totally disgusting. I have to pretend to be loyal and obedient to these people who'd rather see me dead, but people find us to pretty and useful. I'll see you soon.

I frown at that, and look towards the screen in my dressing room just in time to see President Snow step out onto the stage. I had just about forgotten about the Quarter Quell in all the craziness! Was it true? I was about to find out...

"This year's Quarter Quell will show that even the strong and willed can be brought down by the Capital. For this year, the Tributes will be from living Victors from each part of Panem..."

Beta'd by: Through Darkness and Light

Huh, it looks shorter but the word count says it 2,817 words(before Beta'd). Well in that case, GO ME! haha sorry if this chapter was crappy. I just got done with a twelve hour work day and am exhausted but wanted to try to get something out to you. Now, this might or might not be unBeta'd since my Beta is on vacation and I want them to actually relax. I'll wait two weeks before posting it if not Beta'd. So if there's any grammar or tense mistakes (which I tend to do alto!) then I apologize.

In other news, I have a story that's OC that my Beta is also Beta'ing. I'll have it up as soon as possible. And I might or might not make a story in the Silence verse that focuses on Foxface and Clove. I really do think they'd make a good couple! Anyways, I have a challenge for anyone who is willing to accept it. Make a story, at least two chapters, with Thresh/Peeta as the pairing! Those two are such a rare couple, I'm not sure if they have any stories together. If not, I shall nickname their shipping Thretta! lol

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