*A/N: I got one review that I would like to clarify. It said 'I really loved this, but the only thing is you said that Brutus was the victor of the 52nd Hunger Games, technically meaning that there hasn't been a victor from district 2 in 22 years. Which is highly unlikely, seeing as they basically win every two or three years.' I know D2 wins a lot. I didn't mean that they haven't had a victor since then. The way I always kind of pictured the whole mentor thing, is the same person is mentor until they pass away, and then the next victor goes on. So like, if Haymtich dies, Katniss and/or Peeta would be mentors. Does that kind of make sense? That's kind of how I thought of it. Did Suzanne Collins ever explain how that works, I don't know. Because I have trouble picturing a younger victor mentoring. I just always pictured them older. I hope that makes sense. Now please enjoy chapter 9 :D*

The next day, Brutus called me and Clove into the dining room. "Your interviews are tomorrow night. We need to talk about the angles you're going to sell." He popped some pills before continuing. "You both are ruthless fighters. You both know you're here to win. Show that. Cato, be ruthless. Make the audience fear you. Clove… Sly might be your key. Look tough, but not too tough. Leave that for Cato." We both nodded before leaving for our bedrooms.

I laid in bed thinking: Ruthless. Tough. Fear. These are the words that apparently describe me. This is what the Capitol thinks I am. This is what all of Panem thinks I am. I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. That will gain sponsors, which is always a good thing. But, what does Cora think of me now? She gets frightened so easily. Does she watch me at home and get scared and cry?

Tears sting my eyes as I roll over on my stomach and cover my head with a pillow.

I must've fallen asleep, because next thing I know I'm being shook by Kesla. "Come on Cato darling, up now! It's time to get ready for your interview! I let you sleep in love, but it's time to get up now!" I sat up and gave her a small smile. "Thanks Kesla. I'll be out in a second." Satisfied, she quickly leaves the room to go roust Clove.

After we both got up, we were sent immediately to the 15th floor to meet with Jolan and Astin. There was not much the prep team could do to me now ever since the chariot parade. So after my hair was styled, Astin came back in with a dark gray suit, a blue dress shirt, and black dress shoes. My Interview outfit.

I threw it on and he made some last minute adjustments. A short while later, the speakers came on. "Will the District One tributes please come down to the lobby." Hesitant, I asked Astin for advice. Whispering, I asked "How do I look menacing? How do I make the whole country scared of me? How do I make the other tributes scared of me?" He smirked. "You already have, Cato."

"Will the District Two tributes please come down to the lobby."

Astin took my elbow and led me out to the elevator. I must look as nervous as I feel, he normally isn't this nice to me. But what did he mean, you already have? Am I really that bad? Do I really scare people? "What did you mean by that? What did I do to make people scared?" Astin simply smirked. He placed me in the elevator with Clove. With a simple "Just be yourself," he was gone.

Clove and I looked at each other. "Wow. You look stunning." I said, and I genuinely meant it. Everything, from the hair to the dress to the shoes complimented her. Her cheeks turned red as she looked down at her feet. "Um, thank you."

Kesla and Brutus were waiting for us by the elevators doors in the lobby. They immediately ushered us out front to a car. We all climbed in the backseat and were driven to the other side of the city, the stage where the interviews take place.

As we got out to go wait in line, Brutus tried giving some last minute advice. "Clove, you are devious and powerful. Cato, you are brutal and bloody." With that, him and Kesla went to go wait in the crowd.

Brutal and bloody. Brutal, bloody Cato. The words kept playing through my head as the rest of the tributes got in line behind us. When the crowd began cheering, signaling Ceaser Flickerman's arrival, my stomach flipped. Clove grabbed my jacket and pulled, bringing my face right up against hers. "Confidence is key Cato." Brutal, bloody, confident Cato. Ugh. I'm not so sure about this.

I listened to Glimmer and Marvel's interviews. Glimmer was trying to pull off sex appeal. Marvel sounded confident and excited. Both could easily pull sponsors. When it was Clove's turn, I grabbed her hand and squeezed. "Good luck." I whispered. She turned and smiled before making her way onto the stage.

She did an amazing job of sounding cunning and dominant. I was genuinely impressed. When Ceaser shouts my name, I lunge up on stage, shake his hand, and sit down in the empty chair.

"Cato, Cato my boy, how are you?" Ceaser asked, laughing and patting my knee.

"Never better sir. How are you?" I asked, with what I hoped was a charming smile.

"Well listen to this folks, just as polite as he is handsome, am I right?" The Capitol roared and screamed my name. I smiled and waved, making the women all scream. "I'm doing quite well, my boy! Now Cato, talk to me about reaping day. You volunteered, why did you do that?"

"Well sir, I'm eighteen, and this is my last chance to bring honor to District Two," At this I turned towards the camera, tilted my head and smiled. "And I intend to do just that." People cheered from every direction.

"I'm sure they're all very proud of you! Do you have any type of strategy for the games?"

"Well, if I told you that sir, it wouldn't be very smart of me would it?" The crowd laughed. I looked at the camera again. "Just know that I'll do whatever it takes to get back home."

"A determined young man I see! Any special lady at home, Cato?"

I hesitated. "You… could kind of say that."

"Rather not discuss it I see? Very well then. A training score of ten! Goodness me, that's an impressive score! What did you do to get it?"

"I used a sword. Throughout training I've been known to handle a sword very well."

"Well clearly, if you received a ten! Is there anything you want your family and friends back home to know?"

"Well, just what I said before. I'm going to do whatever it takes to come back home to all of you."

"Ah, excellent. And perhaps a message to send to the other tributes, my boy?"

I looked directly in the camera again. "Watch your steps. Because I'm going home, even if that means you all can't."

Ceaser took my hand and shook it as we both stood up. "Excellent!" he chuckled and slapped me on the shoulder.

"Well ladies and gentlemen, let's please give it up for District Two's Cato!"