Thank you to all those who favorited this story and put it on alert. I didn't get a lot of feedback on the last chapter, which makes me sad. I don't know if it was because it was terrible or because it took me forever to update, but both would be my fault and I'm sorry. Hopefully this one is better! We're getting close to time for the arena, and I'm getting excited for you all to see those chapters. You'll get a lot of Cato and April development there, and I think we get some in the next chapter. Enjoy!

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So tell me what you want to hear
Something that will light those ears
I'm sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

Chapter 10: Coming To You Live

Pacing back and forth in front of the mirror, I took deep, long breaths, trying my best to calm my nerves. I could hear the crowd filing in from outside, taking their seats and waiting for the show to start, and Xerxes had yet to show up with my dress for the interviews. Just thinking about speaking in front of the sheer amount of people that was sure to be in the crowd made me nervous enough, but not having anything to wear was going to be a disaster. The interview with Caesar was just as important as the training score or the Tribute's Parade. I had people to impress.

"Where the hell is Xerxes?" I asked again, for what had to be the tenth time in the past half hour.

Merrick chuckled to himself as he took a seat on the couch. "He'll be here, but if you don't stop pacing, you're going to make a hole in the floor and fall through it."

His words pulled me out of my small trance; I hadn't realized how much I was walking until I stopped. I gave him a sheepish smile before taking the seat next to him. I kept forgetting that I had a support system in my brother, and I knew it would make it easier on me if I leaned on him a little. That's what he was there for. "Were you this nervous before your interview?"

He laughed loudly and that put me a bit at ease. It was nice to hear him laugh after what felt like ages of him being so serious. "Do you remember how shy I used to be?"

"Not really. I was nine when you left, remember?" Though, there were times when it seemed like it was merely days before that Merrick came back from the Capitol after his time in the arena. The most I could remember from that time was him being closed off to us for a few weeks. He rarely visited and didn't say much. The Games had changed him, and I knew enough to know that he was trying to adjust to that change.

"Well, I was extremely shy. Xerxes helped me get over my fear of talking in front of all those people," he said, draping his arm over my shoulder and pulling me into a side hug. "He'll help you, too."

"It's not that I'm afraid to talk in front of them," I said, leaning my head on his shoulder. "I'm afraid of making an ass of myself in front of them. This is my last chance to impress sponsors, and I don't want to act like an idiot."

"You won't act like an idiot," Merrick said, his tone comforting. "You did great at the Tribute Parade. This is just like that but with more talking."

"It's the talking part that I'm worried about," I sighed. "You really think I can do it?"

Merrick was about to open his mouth to speak when he was interrupted. "Of course you can do it. Your brother was actually a natural at all of the public things, and you're ten times better than he ever was," Xerxes said as he appeared with a folded bag. "Sorry I'm late. Your dress got lost in my studio. I really need to start labeling things."

A smile erupted on my face as I saw him walk over to the mirror and hang up the bag. "Is that my dress?"

"Of course it is! I just left Echo to get Crest ready while we finish up here." Xerxes looked me up and down, nodding approvingly. "I see the stylists have already done your hair and makeup. That means the hard part is over, dear."

I couldn't help but chuckle. My styling team was nice enough, but they were painstaking perfectionists. Having known they would take hours, they had shown up to my room at noon to start their work and finished thirty minutes before I was escorted to my dressing room at Caesar's show. "I hope that's the case," I said, standing up and moving toward Xerxes. "I'm still nervous about talking to him."

"Don't be," Xerxes said, placing a hand on my shoulder and squeezing. "Like I said, you're far better than your brother ever was."

"I'm right here," Merrick said, feigning offense. "But really, Apricot, don't be nervous. Caesar has a way of making you feel very comfortable. Just follow his lead and you'll be fine."

"And flirt. Don't be afraid to flirt a little," Xerxes said as he unzipped the bag. "It's a little expected of you actually after the Parade."

"Fan-fucking-tastic," I mumbled, but as Xerxes pulled out the dress in the bag, I was left speechless.

The dress was a sea green color, the bottom of the dress shimmering like waves, much like my Parade outfit had. There were three rows of pearls around the collar that fastened in the back, and the dress itself was short and backless. It was one of the most beautiful dresses I had ever seen, and I couldn't believe that I would get to wear it. Once again, Xerxes had pulled through and came up with something astonishing.

"Xerxes," I breathed, trying to come up with words to express how thankful I was to him but all I could muster was a wide smile.

"Oh, I already know, honey," Xerxes said with a wink before handing the dress over to me. "Now go put this on while I wait for your shoes. Gaia is bringing them."

I moved behind the mirror that acted as a privacy screen. Slipping my pants off quickly, I tried not to think about how nervous I was when it came to what was waiting for me out on the stage. Even with the comforting words from Merrick and Xerxes, I still had a knot in my stomach. Despite my nervousness, I hoped that I could act as confidently as I had at the Tribute Parade. Unzipping the small zipper on the skirt, I slid the dress up my legs before doing away with my shirt and pulling it up the rest of the way. The clasp behind my neck was harder to get together without a mirror, but I eventually succeeded in closing it.

Stepping out from behind the screen as I zipped up the skirt, I saw Xerxes enter the room again holding a pair of sea green heels with pearls around the ankle strap. He gasped when he saw me, making me feel better.

"God, April, you look absolutely stunning," Xerxes said, walking over to me and ordering me to spin by twirling his finger. I obliged, and he made some sort of giddy noise. "Some of my finest work, I would say."

I took the shoes from him and put them on quickly before standing up and looking in the mirror. Once again, Xerxes and his styling team had really pulled something amazing together. I had a hard time believing it was even me that I was looking at. I felt like the goddess that Caesar had called me out to be on that first night, and it was strange that something as small as a dress could make me feel so confident. Xerxes deserved all the credit; he seemed to have a knack for doing that, not only with me but my brother before me. Turning back to them, I smiled, running my hands down the front of my dress to make it shimmer.

"So, I really look good?" I asked, my timid smile getting more confident. "I mean, I feel good, but…"

Xerxes waved his hand. "Hush, you look marvelous. Doesn't she, Merrick?"

Merrick stood with a small smile of his own. "You're going to knock 'em dead, Apricot."

I let the use of the nickname slide, not wanting to focus on anything but preparing myself for the interview. There was no way to know what Caesar would ask me before getting out there, and we were only allotted three minutes each. That felt like the worst part. I had to win over everyone in such a short amount of time, and if I made a mistake, it could cost me big time when it was time to go in the arena. It suddenly hit me that I would be going into the arena the next day. In less than twenty four hours, I would begin fighting for my life against the other twenty three people chosen for this fate. This was the last opportunity to win over some help before going in.

The door to my dressing room opened suddenly, and a short woman with pin straight black hair appeared in the doorway. "It's time for the tributes to line up. Follow me."

Merrick pulled me into a small hug, which I returned, taking a deep breath. "Xerxes will be in the audience, and I'll be waiting for you backstage, okay?"

I nodded but decided against saying anything, moving to follow the short woman out of the room. We walked down a few corridors before we were in an area below the stage. There were quite a few tributes there, but not everyone had arrived yet. The woman showed me to my place, behind the boy from District Three, leaving without so much as a polite smile. I heard a few more people enter the small waiting area before hearing someone walk up behind me.

"Does this dress look as good from the back as I think it does?" I asked, thinking the person behind me was Crest.

"Definitely," came Cato's voice, his breath ghosting over my ear. "I bet it looks even better from the front, though."

As much as I thought I had been dreading running into Cato before my interview, his voice was becoming somewhat of a comfort. That thought in and of itself was a terrifying one, but I didn't have time to dwell on it. I couldn't let how frightening I found the thought show if I was going to speak to him. Reigning myself in was something I was going to have to do in the arena. Turning around, I looked up at his handsome face. Even with the heels I was wearing, he was still a good eight inches taller than I was. He was wearing a simple silver and black suit, showing off his large frame.

Looking up at him expectantly, I motioned to the front of my dress. "Well?" I asked. "Is this a better view?"

Cato's eyes raked over my form, and I did my best not to squirm under his gaze. It felt like one of those moments where he was seeing right through me, and I wondered if he could honestly always read me like a book. It certainly felt that way. I had never felt so vulnerable around another person, and, especially in the situation we were in, it was unsettling at times. Had we met under different circumstances, there was a chance I would be more open to whatever the almost tangible pull was between us.

Shaking his head, Cato lifted a hand to the collar of my dress, playing with a pearl. "It probably looks better on the floor. Preferably mine."

I rolled my eyes at the obvious line, doing my best not to snort in laughter. "Does that ever work for you? Or are the girls you use it on just so dense that they fall all over it?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips. "Because that sure as hell would never work with me."

The only thing wrong with me saying that was that Cato knew what did work with me. After he had been the sincerest I had ever seen him, it was hard to resist and ignore the connection that I felt between the two of us. There was something I could see behind the bloody and the brutal; I could read him almost as well as he could read me. There was still something that he was holding back, and I knew my curiosity would get the best of me eventually.

"I'm actually zero for one in my attempts," Cato said, and I was sure the surprise showed on my face. "The academy back in Two didn't leave much time for girls. But when it did, I never had to use a line."

"You think you're so smooth, don't you?" I asked, trying to hide my amused smile. He was trying to get under my skin, but I wasn't going to let that happen.

Cato took a step closer, closing some of the distance between us, and effectively stepping inside my personal bubble. That just proved even more that I was right. Usually when he stepped closer, I got flustered and couldn't find my words. "It got to you, didn't it?"

I opened my mouth to retort, but the short woman appeared again, ushering us to get into our proper places and telling us that our interviews were about to start. Cato gave me one last glance before moving a few spaces up in the line. Part of me wanted to talk to him longer, to fall back into that familiar banter that was between us after only a few days, but that would have to wait until after the interviews. I ran my hands down the front of my dress again, flattening out the nonexistent wrinkles. It was easier to focus on my dress, giving me something to do when I wasn't thinking about what Caesar might ask me. I was sure he was going to bring up my brother, but anything else was fair game.

"Would you leave your dress alone?" Crest said as he took his spot behind me. "You're making me nervous."

I looked over my shoulder to smile sheepishly at Crest. "It's a nice distraction," I said, looking over his outfit. We didn't match like we had for the Tribute Parade, though the tie for his suit was a similar color to our outfits from that day. He wore a deep blue suit, like the color of the ocean late in the day, with a simple white shirt. His broad shoulders looked like they were almost ready to burst out of his jacket. "You look good."

"So do you, so stop worrying," he said again. "You're going to be great!" The vote of confidence he had in me helped the nervousness ebb slightly.

As Glimmer was moved up the stairs toward the stage, I kept thinking over what I could possibly talk about, how I would flirt, and how I would act. All I wanted was for it to appear like I was comfortable and the conversation was flowing naturally. I didn't need to seem like I was coming on strong or trying too hard; that was an easy way to drive away sponsors. Poised and flirty was supposed to be my tactic, and if I could keep my head, I could very well pull it off. With every deep breath, I felt my heart beat slowing down, helping keep the nerves away.

It felt like I had been barely standing there for a few minutes before I heard Caesar announcing Cato to the stage, and I couldn't help but look up at the screen down below with us. Cato appeared right on cue, his confident smile a bit more appealing than his smirk. I still preferred his genuine smile. After waving to the crowd and shaking Caesar's hand, Cato took his seat across from the host, that confident smile never leaving his face.

"Cato, welcome, welcome!" Caesar said, sitting up straight, having to tilt his head up slightly to look Cato in the face. "I must say, it is rather intimidating sitting here next to you."

"That's the idea, Caesar," Cato said, his tone as cocky as his smile. "You should be glad you won't be going into the arena tomorrow."

Caesar laughed, his mouth wide open as it always was, and the crowd chuckles loudly with him. "Oh, I am. I doubt I would last a minute up against you, especially with your lineage." He shifted in his seat, leaning more toward Cato. "Your father was the Victor of the 48th Hunger Games. How does that affect your strategy?"

I was surprised to hear that Cato had a relative that was a former Victor as well. He hadn't really mentioned his father aside from the night that he attacked Marvel. Then again, I didn't talk much about Merrick, either. The only time I had talked about him was when Peeta asked me if it was true that my mentor was my brother. I knew what having a Victor in your family meant if you were a tribute. You had something to live up to.

"Well, it doesn't, really. He had his strategy, and I have mine," Cato said, his usual smirk sliding into his face. "And mine is going to be just as successful as his was."

Caesar seemed to gravitate toward what Cato was selling to the crowed and the sponsors, going along with him. "I love the confidence, Cato! And I'm sure you've got the skills to back it up. You did score a ten in your training session, and if memory serves, that's one point higher than your father's score."

"You would be right. I've been working hard to get here, and I'm ready to show everyone what I can do. District Two and the Hadley family are both going to have another winner this year. I can guarantee that," Cato said, the smile no longer on his face while his tone still exuded confidence.

The crowd gave Cato a round of applause, Caesar joining in with them. "Both seem very well represented this year."

"Well, it's an honor to be representing my district," he replied, sending a smile out to the crowd. It was almost genuine but didn't quite reach his eyes. "And my family."

"Of course. And I'm sure both are proud to have you here. You seem very strong willed and determined to get to the end," Caesar observed easily. "And you're obviously a fighter."

"All anyone needs to know is that I'm prepared. I'm vicious. I'm ready to go," Cato said, and it was easy to see why anyone would consider him a front runner. He was everything the Capitol wanted in a victor.

"I would wish you luck, but I doubt that you need it," Caesar said just as the buzzer went off. He stood along with Cato, holding Cato's arm high in the air. The crowd erupted in applause, some of them standing as they clapped. He was obviously satisfied with his interview from the amount of cheers he was getting. It wasn't a surprise, though. Adding on the fact that he was a former Victor's son, he was strong, intimidating, confident, and had everything he needed to back up his claim at being the winner of the Games.

It wasn't long before both of the tributes from District Three were gone, and I was standing at the front of the line. Caesar did as best he could with the girl from District Three, but she was far too shy and quiet to make a lasting impression on anyone. I was called up the stairs to the stage before the District Three boy was called up and only caught the tail end of his interview before I was getting prepped to walk out.

The crowd had just finished applauding for the boy when Caesar started his introduction for me. I could feel my right hand shaking slightly, deciding to focus all of my nervous energy there until it was time for me to walk out. Once I was on the stage, I had to be calm and collected. Most of all, I couldn't act like I was worried that I wouldn't be leaving the arena alive. Poise, confidence, and a dash of flirtatious were going to be my attitude once my name was called.

"And here she is, from District Four," Caesar called, pointing toward the door I would walk out, "April Hylet!"

The crowd broke out into a loud burst of cheering, and I couldn't believe that so many people were excited to see me and hear me talk for three minutes. My hand was up instantly, waving to the crowd as I smiled sweetly at them. Once my eyes were on Caesar, I gave him a small wink. Reaching out to shake his hand, he promptly took it and kissed the back of it, and somehow, I was already at ease. The crowd wasn't there; it was just me and the blue haired host.

"April, my God, you look incredible," Caesar said, looking over my dress before moving to sit down, which I promptly did as well. "Absolutely breathtaking. I know I said you were a goddess before, but now I'm thinking you have to be a siren."

I chuckled as I leaned toward him in my chair. "Well, don't go giving away my secret, Caesar," I said, surprising even myself with my quick response. "How else will I lure in all the tributes?"

"Oh my. Pretty, deadly, and witty. You're a triple threat," Caesar said, and I was glad that he was latching on to my plan as well. Merrick had been right when he said the host knew how to read people. "Now, your weapon of choice is the…?"

"Aside from my looks?" I asked, keeping up the charade of the femme fatale I was supposed to be. It got an 'oh' from the crowd, which I was quite proud of. "I'm pretty proficient with a trident."

"Oh, proficient isn't what I heard. Is it true that you pinned one of the other tributes to the wall of the gymnasium?" Caesar asked excitedly.

I was caught off guard for a moment by his question. Merrick hadn't told me that anyone outside the training area knew about it, so I assumed it was going to stay under wraps. It wasn't uncommon for tributes to try and attack each other, but I had never heard of something like what I had done to Cato. "A lady doesn't attack and tell, Caesar," I said, an air of mystery around my answer.

"Oh, you are quite feisty, aren't you? If it is true, though, I must say, I wouldn't want to meet you in a dark alley," Caesar joked, leaning back with a chuckle.

"You wouldn't want to meet me in a lit alley, either," I added, and he only laughed more. That laughing smile seemed to be his response to everything, and it was strangely relaxing. It was easy to ignore the crowd when Caesar was talking or laughing.

"I suppose you're right. Anyone who scores a ten or higher is on my list of people not to cross." Caesar leaned toward me slightly, reaching out to touch my arm. "Speaking of tens, your brother is your mentor this year. You're our second tribute with a family member being a previous Victor. How is Merrick? I haven't had the chance to see him just yet."

Well, he is busy trying to keep me alive. I smiled sweetly at him, as him his concern for my brother was something I cherished. "Oh, he's wonderful. He actually told me to tell you he sends his regards if I got the chance."

"I'll have to make sure I find time to talk to him myself," Caesar said, before moving on. "Now I asked your fellow tribute this earlier, and I'll extend the question to you as well. Will Merrick's strategy affect your own?"

"Well, Merrick's Games were far more recent than Cato's father's Games, so I'm sure most of the tributes saw how he played. I've even seen a few tributes watching footage of his time in the arena. I assume they're trying to prepare for what I'm going to do," I explained, thinking back to Glimmer and Marvel. "All I can say about my strategy is that if they think I'm a carbon copy of my brother, they've got another thing coming."

Caesar made a cat growling sound, and another laugh bubbled up in my throat. "Definitely don't want to meet you in a dark alley. I think it's safe to say that you're going to be quite the formidable opponent in the arena."

Leaning in just a bit more, I let a smirk almost akin to Cato's turn up the corners of my lips. "Formidable doesn't even begin to describe me, Caesar," I said in a low voice, trying to play up the siren he was claiming me to be.

"Oh my," Caesar said, pulling his hand of my arm and fanning himself. The buzzer suddenly went off, and I felt relieved that I had made it through the interview without incident. "Well, I look forward to seeing you in the arena and of course, I wish you luck." He took my hand then, standing the both of us up and holding my hand up in the air. "Miss April Hylet, everyone!"

Applause filled the room again, and the sweet smile I had worn as I had entered was the same on I flashed to the crowd as I left. I was off the stage in a matter of moments and breathed a sigh of relief. Merrick was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, and I launched myself into his arms as soon as I was in reach, hugging him tightly. I only had to go through that again if I won the Games, and I wasn't sure if that brought me comfort or made me cringe.

"That was fantastic, April," Merrick said before setting me down. He grabbed both of my shoulders reassuringly and smiled brightly at me. "I told you they would love you. You killed it out there!"

"Thanks. Was the flirting too terrible?" I asked, scrunching my face in scrutiny of my performance.

Merrick shook his head, standing back to full height and dropping his arms back to his side. "No, it was perfect," he said. "I mean, I didn't enjoy watching my sister flirt with Caesar, who I'm pretty sure is older than dirt, but it worked." He held out his arm for me to take then, nodding his head toward the hallway to our left. "Let's head back to the room, and we can watch the rest of the interviews there."

I thought about it for a moment before the part of me that had wanted to talk to Cato more was louder than the rest of me. "Actually, I'm going to stick around where the action is, but you can go," I said with a wave of my hand. "I'll come back up later."

It seemed like Merrick was going to question me for a few moments before deciding against it. That alone was a relief. "Alright. Don't stay out too long," he said, leaning forward to kiss my temple. "You need your rest tonight. Tomorrow's the big day."

I simply nodded as he walked away, waiting until he was completely out of sight before beginning my search. There were many areas below the stage where there were televisions, and I wondered if Cato had even stuck around or had left like my brother had. If he wasn't still watching the interviews, my next plan of action was to go up to his apartment. It felt a little desperate, but I wanted to see the real Cato, the one that could genuine and sincere, before we went into the arena. It would be the last chance to see him before we were fighting for our lives.

Happiness flooded through me as I turned a corner, spotting Cato sitting in a dressing room, watching one of the interviews. I heard Caesar say District Ten, but I didn't catch whether it was the male or female tribute. Cato had yet to see me, and it was nice to see him a bit more relaxed. His silver jacket was tossed over the back of his couch, and the sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up almost to his elbows. He looked a bit bored but continued watching nonetheless.

Deciding to make myself known, I knocked on the door frame to his room, and he looked up at me instantly. "Hey," I said with a smile. "Still here, I see."

One of those genuine smiles moved up his face, and I couldn't help but wonder if they were reserved for me. I had yet to see him give one to another person. "Yeah. Clove hates heels and was ready to get out of them. I think she mentioned something about throwing knives in the kitchen, too," Cato joked, moving over slightly on the couch, even though there was plenty of room. I took it as a sign to sit down.

I chuckled lightly, pulling my legs up onto the couch and up under me. "I highly doubt she needs the practice," I said, glancing up at the television to see the District Ten female finish her interview. "You did a really great job tonight," I said, looking back at him. "I didn't realize we had something in common."

Cato raised an eyebrow to me, looking me up and down for a moment. "I thought you were aware we were both pretty damn attractive," he supplied.

If he hadn't been looking at me, I would have missed the small flicker of something akin to doubt cross his face. I could tell he was avoiding the subject of relatives being Victors, and I decided to let it slide for the time being. I wouldn't have stuck to the subject for long, even if he had picked up on it.

"Yes, you've made that abundantly clear," I said, holding up a hand in mock surrender. It was so easy to fall into a banter with him, both strangely relaxing and frustrating at the same time. I kept coming back to the point of if I was going to go home, Cato had to die. The thought didn't sit well with me. "I won't stop you from reminding me, though." I waved my hand toward myself jokingly, as if waiting to be complimented.

Cato surprised me by leaning over and brushing his fingers through the ends of my hair that was still down. "Your team did an amazing job. You look gorgeous tonight," he said, his voice as genuine as the night he had thanked me for cleaning his hand. I felt a blush creep up my cheek but couldn't turn away. His blue eyes were locked with mine, neither of us intending to break the stare. "Not that you need any help."

"You don't clean up so badly yourself," I said in return, reaching up to play with the fingers that were still in my hair. He didn't pull away, and the feel of his hand underneath mine was comforting. It was warm beneath my palm, and all I wanted to do was lace my fingers through his.

We were interrupted by the sound of flames loudly whooshing on the television. Looking up, I saw Katniss twirling on stage, the bottom of her dress billowing in flames until she finally stopped. Caesar and the whole crowd seemed enthralled by her. It killed me that she was so likable, which I couldn't really complain about, because I liked her. The sacrifice she made for her sister was admirable.

"God, I fucking hate her," Cato said, his voice almost sounding like a snarl. I felt his hand turn into a fist and smoothed my thumb over his knuckle.

"She's actually not bad at all. What do you have against her?"

Cato huffed as if I should have already known the answer. "She took all of the attention at the Tribute Parade. She somehow scored a fucking eleven," he explained, both of which sounded like he was just jealous of the marginally larger amount of attention she got over him.

"Is Cato jealous that people aren't paying attention to him?" I asked, giving his hand a squeeze as I slightly poured my lips.

"Laugh it up. She's taking attention away from you, too." Cato may have seen it that way, but people paying attention to Katniss wasn't a concern of mine. I had proved myself plenty worthy, as had he, to garner enough attention for sponsors. The Capitol was full of them, and I was sure I had gotten some to root for me.

"…you win this thing, and she'll have to go out with you," Caesar said to Peeta, his voice filling the silence between Cato and me. The crowd cheered, seemingly agreeing with his plan.

"I don't think winning is going to help me at all," Peeta said, almost sadly. I had caught enough to know they were talking about a girl. Peeta was handsome enough that he didn't need something like the Hunger Games to get a girl to like him.

"And why's that?" Caesar asked, seeming genuinely interested in Peeta's love woes.

Peeta hesitated for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to answer. "Because she came here with me," he sighed, his eyes downcast.

I missed the rest because I could almost feel how angry Cato was sitting next to me. It rolled off of him in waves, and I was mentally trying to think of ways to calm him down. The spotlight was stolen by the pair from District Twelve, and deciding it was the best course of action, I leaned over and lightly kissed the corner of Cato's mouth. He was snapped from his trance and looked at me, surprised I had even made a move. My plan had worked, though. He seemed less angry. I just needed to finish the job.

"Do you wanna get out of here?"

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Wow! This is my longest chapter to date, which is why it took a bit longer to get out. I have had to write up a lot of it on my phone before transferring it to a word document. But it's here and I hope you all enjoy it. There's one chapter between here and the arena. And then shit will finally start going down, hitting the fan, and all sorts of other things that shit does ;) once again, reviews are overwhelmingly encouraged!