Chapters are starting to get a bit shorter, but I hope you still like them. Also, The Hunger Games usually lasts 2 weeks, but mine is 6 days. Really? I'm not going to write 14 chapters of Games. I just shortened it because I felt like it lol. Enjoy!

Chloe DeBenedetto

I fumble with my gray sweatpants and adjust my white tank top and hoodie. "When are we going to be there?" I'm on the edge of my seat, anticipating the minute I can see Cato Vindisi, the peanut butter to my jelly. I smile at this thought, one big butterfly flapping its wings in my stomach.

We're passing the diamond mines of District 1, so I know we must be close. "We have a good hour and a half," Zorrelia pats my back, like Father used to do occasionally after my trainer reported progress to him. "Don't worry, we'll be back in District 2 soon."

"I'm going to see my parents again!" I grin from ear-to-ear, brightening the room.

"How exciting!" she exclaims. Outside the window, the edge of District 1 is approaching, and I can see the District Boundary sign come closer and closer.

The train ride home has been uneventful, catching up with Zorrelia and discussing her fashion magazines. The two nights I was on this speeding transit, Cato enchanted my dreams, similar to the train ride to the Capitol when we volunteered. I even slept in his room, his intoxicating smell still occupied the blankets.

It seems like a bazillion years, but the familiar landscape of District 2 finally appears in the elegant windows. The train slows as it pulls into the station. I race towards the doors, and they slide open without effort. Zorrelia chuckles behind me and says to go on without her.

I step onto the paved stone roads (this is the Masonry District) and make a run for the gates of Victor's Village. They're houses lined up next to each other, luxurious and rich, like a development. Capitol construction workers are always here, building more, since Victors, more often than not, hail from here, 1 and 4.

Halfway to the Village, my parents stop me, looking grim. "You came back," my mother says, frowning. "You came back, but your not a Victor. How is that possible?" I shove her aside so I can see Cato.

"Chloe," Father hisses. "Don't you dare push your mother! She's right… your not a Victor. Your as good as dead!"

He reaches out and slaps me across the face. "Shamed the family name. Back to your grave, you belong!" he barks. "Your no use anymore!"

My side-braided hair comes loose so I pull out the tie that's holding it together. Mother, who always liked me a bit more than Father did, is just standing there, hands on her hips. I sling-shot the hair tie at Father and make a run to Cato's house.

After entering the golden gates of Victor's Village, I race towards the house that has a banner over the door; Let's Congratulate our Newest Victor, Cato Vindisi!

There is an intricate, winding driveway leading to the three car garage. The doorway is framed by two big pillars, holding up the higher floors. I estimate their must be three levels. A balcony crowns the house, wrapped around the whole roof. I quickly ascend the staircase and ring the doorbell exactly seven times. Will he still love me? Did he find someone else?

His face looks grim when he opens the door. When he realizes its me, dead for three weeks, his knees buckle. "Chl - Chloe?" My big, strong Cato is stumbling for the first time ever.

"Cato," I mumble against the crook of his neck. I push him inside the mansion and lock the door behind me in case my parents tried to follow. We have no words to exchange, just lust, love.

"I saw… on TV… that they brought you back," I close my eyes while he carries me too his bed and throws me there, the blankets soft and inviting. "But I didn't believe it."

I pull him down on so he's next to me and he wraps his arms around my waist. "Your never leaving me again," he states. "Never."

We lay there for hours, cuddling, sharing secrets.

The next day arrives abruptly. I'm awake, scanning the room, in Cato's arms. Reporters from the Capitol are everywhere, their faces in every window, knocking down the front door. There's no escape.

"Cato! Cato! Tell us about Chloe's revival!"

"Cato! Are you excited for your Victory Tour in three days?"

Oh, right. The Victory Tour, where Cato has to make it known how menacing he is to the losers' families. I actually felt kind of bad. His eyes open slowly, and he groans. "Damn it! This has been happening every day since you were… gone…"

"Call the Peacekeepers," I say tiredly, readjusting myself so my arms are around him.

"That's not a bad idea," he replies, detaching himself from me. The master bedroom is very nice, a furry rug covers the bamboo floors, the bed a four-poster with curtains to close it off from the rest of the world. The walls are covered with gold wallpaper and crown and chair rail molding. There's even a posh little seating area with luxurious furniture and decorative things everywhere.

He picks up a phone from the side table by the bed and dials a number. He presses the speaker button and it rings for a second, and then a voice answers.

"Hello, this is Robert Carvelle, Head Peacekeeper of District 2. How may I help you today? Trackerjackers? Break-in?"

"This is Cato Vindisi, Victor of the 74th Hunger Games," he smirks. He's so full of himself. "You mind getting these annoying Capitol reporters off of my property?"

"Cato Vindisi? I'm a big fan! Supported you in the Games since day one. I knew you could win. Sure, I'll send down some of my men to clear that up for you right away. Thanks for calling, it's an honor to talk to you!"

"Thanks, man," he slams the phone back on it's charger and grins. "I'm kind of like a movie star around here."

"I love you, Cato," I beam and lean in for a hug.

"Love you too, Chlo-bird." But instead of a hug, I get tickled.

"Cato, stop!" I shriek, laughing uncontrollably.

He stops and looks into my eyes seriously. "Live here with me."

"Eww, no," I joke, laughing. "Why would I ever want to live with you?"

"You don't have a choice!" he tackles me on the bed and chuckles, tickling me more.

I think I'm still dead.

I'm in heaven.

Aww, Cato's sweet! I hope this story makes you realize that the Careers had families and lovers back home. They weren't soulless. Anyway, next chapter (most likely out tomorrow) is the Victory Tour. I have a good plan for it (: