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"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."

-Marilyn Monroe

Cato saw four Peacekeepers usher Alisa and Daniel into two separate rooms. Family and friends would be allowed to visit them in a few minutes. Cato pushed open Alisa's door and smirked. "You made it." He said. "I thought all my hard work was going to go to waste."

"Must've been my prayers." Alisa replied. "Now that I'm finally a tribute, I can't wait to show those wimps what I'm made of."

Cato nodded in approval. Alisa frowned. "What's up with that kid? Daniel, was it?"

"Forget about him." Cato answered. "He'll probably, most likely, die in the bloodbath."

"He's not going to join the alliance, right?"

Cato shook his head. "No, he's useless." Alisa nodded once and Cato exited the room. He walked into the room next to it. Daniel was sitting by the window, his face turned towards the outside world as tears trickled down his cheeks. He didn't notice that someone else was in the room. Cato cleared his throat and Daniel froze. His big blue eyes peeked out from behind his blonde bangs and he quickly wiped away his tears. "I'm not going to waste my time on you." Cato said, gazing at the small boy.

Daniel nodded slowly. "Yes, sir." He whispered.

"Because you're probably going to die before the first day is up." Cato ignored how the child trembled and tried to control his tears.

"Yes, sir." Daniel hiccupped.

"At least you have some manners. Should earn you a noble death." Cato took a step forward. "District 2 has never had a useless tribu-" He was cut off by a sorrowful but strong voice.

"Stop it."

Cato pursed his lips and turned around. He was surprised to find a vaguely-familiar female in front of him. Her dark velvet hair flowed down her shoulders and back in a tangled mess and outlined her white face. Her eyes were large and hazel while her lips were thin and pale. She wore a simple, light purple sundress and the tear tracks on her cheeks showed she had been crying.

"Do not talk to him like that. You have no right to." She said and walked to Daniel. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close to herself.

"I'm his mentor. I prepare him for what is to come." Cato answered calmly.

"And I'm his mother. Did you really think I would allow you to say such things to him?" She glared at him and smoothed down Daniel's hair before placing a kiss on top of his head. Turning back to Cato, she growled, "Get out."

Cato rolled his eyes and muttered, "Over-protective Mommy; just what we need." He then left the room. A while later the door opened and the young mother stepped out. She looked at Cato once before silently allowing the tears she had been controlling to flow and then she ran out of the door. Cato knew he had seen that look on her before. But where... and when? And who exactly was she?

Cato poured himself another glass of wine and sipped it slowly. His tributes were getting ready for the parade. He had told Alisa's stylists to bring out her strength in the way she dressed. For Daniel, he had told them to make him look as cute as possible since he had no muscles to show off. The doors to their separate rooms opened and the two tributes stepped out. Cato nearly groaned out loud when he saw Alisa was wearing a silk, floor-length gold dress. Alisa pretended to be a giddy party girl and twirled around in the dress she was wearing. So much for showing off her strong arms and legs. The dress clung to Alisa's upper body and flowed over her legs. There were silver hoops covering her waist and arms. Her hair was kept in a tight bun that was held in place by more silver hoops. Every other part of her skin that was exposed had silver and golden spirals stenciled on and crushed pieces of granite were sprinkled down the side of the dress.

"I look like one of those Capitol sluts." Alisa sneered.

"I'm going to kill your bloody stylist." Cato muttered and rubbed his temple before looking at Daniel. The small boy was wearing a golden suit with a thin silver band around his head. His cape was made completely of silver links and there was some crushed granite sprinkled on his trousers as well. "At least you look fine." Cato said and nodded in approval. "Let's get you to your chariot. There really is nothing we can do about you, Alisa." He began walking towards the chariots and the two tributes followed silently. Cato didn't help Alisa as she jumped up onto the chariot, not caring if her dress ripped. Daniel looked up at the tall railing of the chariot and then back at Cato who was watching him with a slightly amused smirk on his face. "Don't think you can get up?" He asked. Daniel shook his head slowly. Cato scratched his cheek before nodding. He placed his hands on either side of Daniel's small body and lifted him up. Gently setting him down inside the chariot, Cato nodded. "There. Don't fall off, okay?"

Daniel nodded and beamed. "Thank you!"

Cato looked at Alisa who was watching the two closely. "You know, you guys actually look a lot alike." She said.

Cato raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Alisa rubbed the back of her neck. "Definitely. I didn't see it before because Daniel's bangs were getting in the way. But now I can see the similarities. The same blue eyes, the same blonde hair, the same facial structure... Are you guys related or something?"

Daniel and Cato shook their heads simultaneously. "Nope."

"Are you sure?" Alisa didn't seem convinced.

Cato glanced at Daniel and then frowned before saying sternly, "We're not related, Alisa. Keep your head in the Games."

As the chariots began moving, Cato heard Alisa whisper to Daniel, "If I wasn't afraid of my dear mentor's temper, I would've actually suggested he was your father or something. You look really alike."

Cato didn't hear Daniel's reply.

"Is there really a point to this?" Alisa demanded as she got into the elevator. Training was about to start in half an hour and she stood next to Daniel, who was half asleep, and Cato, who was grumbling something about watery coffee and burnt french toast.

"Alisa, we have gone through this before. You can figure out the other tributes' flaws and weaknesses during these training sessions." Cato answered before running a hand through his disheveled hair. In all the years he had been mentor, waking up early for training sessions before the Hunger Games is what he had never gotten used to. In his bedroom in his Victor House, he kept a hard bed so that he would be able to get off of it easily without missing it's warmth. Here in the Capitol, they had the softest beds ever.

"Oh, yeah, right." Alisa grumbled. "This sounds so exciting."

Cato rolled his eyes and looked over at Daniel who was shaking slightly. "Scared?" The blonde mentor asked.

Daniel gulped. "A bit."

Cato smirked. "You should be."

A/N: Okay! That's all for this chapter. Now, a quick question. Do you guys want Cato to find out that Daniel is his son before he goes into the Games, or afterwards?

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