Guys ahh please don't kill me...It turns out I have been busy and I honestly had the worst writers block trying to write this...but it's up now and I hope you like it! It's all in Clove's perspective...Enjoy!

Chapter 11

CLOVE

The train starts slowing down as we enter the Capitol after an extremely awkward breakfast. Cato and I didn't talk and I ignored his pleading eyes for the entire meal. I look out the window to be greeted by the immense crowd of brightly colored people who we pass by. I glare at them and their happiness and their stupid Games that they created for entertainment. Out of the corner of my eye I see Cato doing the same. It's the Capitol's fault that he and I are in these stupid Hunger Games together, or in them at all. If Cato weren't here I would have been grateful to be here, excited and welcoming the pain and fighting that would be soon to come. But I can't summon up those feelings anymore, because the only way for me to win is for Cato to die. If he died it would break me, I realize, because the only good in my life is with him.

Without him, I'm beaten and harassed by my father, and have nowhere to escape to in order to get away from all of it. Before the Games, Cato has been my safe space…the place that I can go to feel something other than hatred and remorse. Cato makes me feel – loved. The word slowly bubbles into my mind. I haven't felt 'loved' by someone ever since my mother died years ago. She was the whole light of my family, and when she passed away, the light was slowly sucked away until my life became the swirling black pit that it is today; with the exception of Cato of course. Cato is the light that's pushing into the darkness, trying to wrench me free of its grasps. That's when I realize that I can't be angry with Cato any longer; it will kill me. Even if I can only be with him for a while longer, I'm going to make the most of it. (I'm not even going to consider what's going to happen in the Games). I need to make the last few days with him amazing, so that one of us remembers them in the future; whichever one makes it out alive.

The train shoots into a dark tunnel, and I meet Cato's eyes. I silently tell him that I need to talk to him later and he replies with a nod, letting me know that he understands, before turning to face Brutus who had just come up behind us.

"Well look at you little fighters. You're going to get tons of sponsors, I can feel it." He says, winking at me while I try to hold back vomit.

"Just intimidate the other tributes and you'll do fine. Not that I doubt you will." He adds, noticing my glare as I feel the train slowly pulling to a halt.

Cato and I don't reply, barely even nodding our heads to acknowledge that we heard him. The train door slides open and we exit into the train station, only to be guided in separate directions over to the remake center, where we will meet our stylists and be prepared for the opening ceremonies. I am guided into a chair, where my new prep team tortures me. Not actually, but they may as well have been. They scrub my body and wax it completely, rendering me smooth and shiny. I hate it. I feel vulnerable and sore, not to mention weak. But I just grit my teeth and go along with it, because I need as many sponsors as I can get, and if it means that I have to put up with all of this, then I'll take it.

"Oh darling I think you're just about ready now." Squeaks Zeeva, a purple haired plump woman with colorful designs going down her arms, who had just finished ridding my body of wax.

"Absolutely." Agrees the tall man with green hair named Sabior. "She looks just beautiful. The crowd will devour her, and that's before Isaac has taken care of her."

Isaac is to be my stylist, so my prep team exits the room, leaving me to wait for him. A silver haired man walks in the room, bracelets covering his wrists. This must be Isaac. He sits at my side and begins looking me over.

"Oh you're an easy one aren't you? The crowd will just eat you up." He speaks, taking in my small, delicate frame.

I glare at him, not wanting any crowd to 'eat me up', but keep my mouth shut.

"Clove right?" He asks, not even bothering to wait for a response. "Yes your costume will be absolutely perfect with your skin tone and hair."

I don't relish the idea of being forced into a tight dress or whatever it is that I'll have to put on, but I am silent once again.

He pulls out a large bag and a grin lights up his face. I mentally hit myself when I get excited.

"Ready?" I nod, and he unzips the bag. Inside it is a shimmering golden dress with a golden plate of armor on the top half. Isaac then brings out a golden headpiece to match, with wings on the sides. It looks absolutely cheesy to be honest but I still put it on, before peeking into the mirror. I look beautiful. That's the one thought that comes into my mind. The color brings out my eyes, and makes my hair shimmer. The armor on it makes me look fierce and tough, which makes the corners of my mouth turn up in a smile. I can't wait to see Cato's face when he sees me, I think, and the smile grows.

"Thanks Isaac," I say, "It's really nice." His face lights up enough to brighten the entire room.

"Oh darling you're welcome! I know how your District likes to look fierce, so I incorporated the armor just for you!" He says. "Now lets put some light makeup on your face and you'll be done." He starts talking about my hair and I tune him out, not caring for his chatter. In a few minutes time, my eyes are popping and my hair is smoothed back. I thank Isaac again before leaving to find Cato.

I arrive at the chariots to see all of the other tributes standing beside theirs, along with Cato at ours beside Enobaria, Brutus and Tillie. He sees me as I walk up and I see his eyes widen slightly, before flicking away.

"Hey," I say as I approach him. "You look good." And I'm not lying. The golden armor brings out his large muscles and makes him look strong and attractive.

"You too." He says, and I smirk. "I've just been checking out the other tributes, and they don't stand a chance against us," He winks and continues, "I mean, they have no muscle or training. We've got this in the bag, Knives."

I scowl at his use of my nickname, and playfully hit him in the arm. "Did you even doubt we would?"

"Nope. Didn't doubt it for a second." He grins, before pulling me up onto the chariot with him. "Now lets get this over with." I nod in agreement, just as District 1's chariot leaves. The horses that are pulling ours are painted gold, to match our outfits. It makes us stand out which is always a good thing.

Our chariot begins to move, and we're pulled out into a giant crowd of people. The Capitol citizens are dressed in blindingly bright colors, and they erupt in cheers when we come out. I plaster a smile onto my face and wave, and watch as Cato does the same. We have to appear to look nice, even though we would much rather be scowling and glaring at them than smiling. Sponsors are the key to winning though, so we might as well try to get some.

The chariots begin circling and I catch a glimpse at the other tributes. Most of them look foolish, that is until my eyes fall upon District 12's chariot. The tributes are lit up in flames and my eyes narrow at them. The crowd is cheering for them, and the girl looks like she's won some kind of popularity contest. The two tributes are holding hands, trying to appeal as if they're going into the Games as a team, but I see right through it. I nudge Cato to get him to look, and his grin falters. District 12 has no right to start prancing around like they own the place because they have 'good costumes' and 'unity'. We'll make sure to show them that tomorrow in training. I let myself glare at them for a few more seconds before pulling my eyes away and waving to the crowd again.

Suddenly, the chariots all pull to a stop in the City Circle, and we look up to see President Snow walking up to a podium. He begins talking, giving us the traditional 'welcome to the Hunger Games' speech. I look up at the giant screen to see my face shining, and my costume glowing, before it switches to a view of the District 12 tributes again. Of course they'd be getting the most screen time now too. I give them another dirty look before the anthem starts playing, and then I focus ahead of me, trying hard to keep a nice expression on my face. Our chariot begins moving again, and we're pulled into the Training Centre. I let out a breath of air, and see Cato visibly relax beside me. We hop off of the chariot and cast District 12 one more look before entering the elevator and pressing the large number 2, taking us up to our floor.

Hoped you like it! So so so sorry it took so long to get up :( I'll try to write more before I leave on Saturday, but I can't promise anything :( I won't be able to write while I'm away, but when I get back in July I'll write as much as I can I promise! I love all of you that are putting up with me and reading this XOXO please review! -the next chapter will be the start of training and then Cato will become vicious...sorry that he's seeming weak right now; I hate it too :P -

ps if you ship Drarry, tell me what you think of the chapter I just uploaded...I'm just trying it out