OH MY CATO! Sorry for taking soooooo long to update this! I've been insanely busy, and I've just now gotten the free time to do it! :'( I sowy...

This is PurepleandBlackandas's chapter! I just edited it a bit! xD

Patience's POV

So, today is the day for Private Sessions with the Gamemakers. Fun. I sat waiting for Ferrera, I created a mini game plan. What was I going to do? Should I show them something? Or should I do something symbolic and crazy?

Symbolic seemed to more pop out, and so what if I didn't get a good score? I'll probably die anyway. So why not make it worth it? So that's the style I want, now what to do? Maybe I could...

I got it. I can make all the dummies stand in one line in front of the Gamemakers, and paint each of the tributes dying. I was never too bad at painting. Then, I'll cut the heads off each dummy. Perfect. I just hope Ferrera gets out soon, so that I can be concentrated enough on this plan. I'm sure it'll make a hell of a spark with the Makers.

Finally Ferrera stumbled through the doors, the bumbling idiot he is, and sat. I hopped up and walked in, nerves eating me alive. But I knew what I was going to do, so I had to be a little confident. When I stepped in no one was looking. Better that way I guess. I set about moving 12 dummies in front of the Gamemakers. One for each tribute. I painted the Tribute faces on each. Me, Cato, Clove, Celeste, Ferrera, and many others, right onto the heads.

They were crude and not detailed, since I'm not the best with a paint brush, but I used to do a lot of drawing, with sticks and such in the pastures, so they were better than the average person's.

Then I knelt down and painted each individual tribute dying a terrible, gruesome, varying death.

Ferrera dyed drowning. That guy, Peeta died with a spear to his chest. Celeste had a knife through her heart. Cato was red and swollen, like he was poisoned. Everyone was pretty bad. On the bottom, written across all of the dummies stomach, below the deaths on their chests, was a sentence in red. "See what you've done?"

When I finished I turned toward the Gamemakers, they were horrified. The deer-in-the-headlights face they gave me was enough when I went to charge out of there. I'd say that it was pretty productive.

Cato's POV

After my bomb of a Private Session I would have loved to relax and kick back, but Celeste had other ideas. She walked straight up to me, looked me in the eye, blushed, and blinked her eyes uncontrollably. I figured she could tell that I thought I had failed the session. I explained it to Clove, though, and she said that I done well.

"So, Cato..." She trailed off and looked down. "How did you do in the session?" I could tell she was setting her real personality aside and trying to be sweet. It made me sick.

I curtly turned away from her and waved to Clove from across the hall. She caught my problem, and her eyes flared. I love it when she gets way too overprotective and angry. It just screams "Clove" to me.

Please tell me that doesn't mean I'm falling in love with her.

"Celeste," She hissed. I couldn't help but smile. "Go," She breathed, seething, "Away." That's my Clover for ya!

Celeste looked like she wanted to punch her in the nose, but Peacekeepers were an issue, so she restrained, and, finally, walked away. Clove bounced over to me after.

"Thanks for pretending to be all... Well... You know... Into me," I said. For Clove, what she just did, had it been for anyone else, would have been like a love confession.

She looked into my eyes, blushed and looked away, "Yeah," She sighed, "Pretending."

For the rest of the night she couldn't look me in the eyes. It was like I had hurt her in some way, but she didn't want to be obvious about it. When it was time for the scores to be announced, Haret had to literately drag her to the television to watch.

Marvel from 1 got a 9, pretty average. Glimmer from 1 got an 8, hmmm…. Then, I held my breath, and Clove kept on holding hers like she had been doing for practically the past half hour. My picture popped up onto the screen, and then the number….10 popped up under it. I sighed, not really happy, yet not really pissed either. Then it was Clove's turn. She turned around, and covered her ears.

"Tell me when it's over…" She mumbled, and I sighed, and turned her back around. She was staring at the screen, eyes wide, body frozen. It made me wonder how bad she thought she did. Her picture was on the screen, and the number was coming in. Next thing I knew, everyone in the room was screaming, including myself. She had beaten the odds, and gotten an 11. Just about as high as you could get, seeing as the Gamemakers NEVER gave out 12s.

She had beaten me, and through the jealousy that I felt, I was, uncharacteristically, happy for her.

The rest of the scores went by in a blur. Celeste got a 10 as well, Pixie girl got a pretty surprising 7, since she was so small, but it wasn't until I saw District 12's scores that I realized just what a mess Clove was in. Her, Katniss, and Peeta were the only three people that got 11s. True, that meant they were the most powerful, but that also meant they were the biggest threats. And, the biggest threats were on everybody's kill list.

LE GASP! xD Don't forget to review and VOTE for your fav Tribute (out of Cato, Clove, Celeste, and Patience)!