This is the final legit chapter, but there will be an epilogue after this. I hope you love it! And remember to check out my Polyvore account (basketball1029) if you want to see Chloe's outfits. I feel like I kind of rushed this chapter, but I'm just really tired and I'm going to be away until Monday morning… so no updates, but I can respond to your reviews and private messages! (: review, review, review, please! Enjoy.

Chloe DeBenedetto

Where am I?

Oh, right, on a train, speeding two-hundred fifty miles an hour towards the Capitol.

Cato's next to me, snoring loudly. I smack him on the head, and he pops up, ready to attack. "I'm going to have to kill you now," he says seriously, picking me up and carrying me out of the bedroom to the dining room, where the mentors and Zorrelia are drinking coffee, watching TV.

He picks up a knife off of the table and turns to me psychopathic-ly, tilting his head for effect. He's such a spaz. "Would you like to die, Chlo-bird?"

"Didn't your parents teach you not to play with sharp things?" Zorrelia says frantically, trying to coax Cato into putting it down. He's doing ninja moves now, running around the train car, singing.

"This is not going to end well," Will mutters, not looking away from the TV.

I pick up a knife, too, and chuck it at Cato, purposely missing. It hit's the very same window that I had already broken on our way to the Capitol when I was a Tribute. Then he throws one at me, and I make a face.

"Stop this at once!" our escort commands.

"What are you, my mom?" Cato asks, downing a glass of orange juice an Avox poured him.

"Well…"

"Exactly," he smirks, picking up a piece of cake with his hands, shoveling it in his mouth.

"That is not proper -"

"When are we going to be at the Capitol?" I ask, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

"We still have a good seven hours," Maddie responds from the couch. She's skimming through the channels until she finds a recap of this year's Games.

"Holy shit," says Cato, who's currently on the screen, killing those kids from District 9.

"You feel remorse, finally?" Will asks.

"No," Cato scowls. "I just look so damn good…"

"But not as good as muah!" I point to the screen. There I am, stabbing Brett Lepore, that flimsy kid from District 4. "Oh, yes. I'm a boss."

"But not as boss as me," he says as his twin on the TV decapitates the girl from District 7. "That takes skill."

"Well, yeah, of course," I respond, just as my knife hits the boy's throat from District 6. "But anyone can hit people with swords. It takes true awesomeness to do that."

"Okay," says Maddie, who's agitated now. "We get that your both pretty 'boss,' and 'skilled,' so can you please shut up already."

"This is going to be a long seven hours," Will adds, rubbing his forehead.

"Whoa,"

On my figure is a purple, a-line dress that reaches the floor. A diamond sash comes from the back and crosses over my chest, turning it into a one shoulder sleeve. There's a cut in the dress so you can see one of my legs a bit. I think it's beautiful, and I tell Evianna just that.

"It'll look even better when Fastrada's done with your make-up," she gestures to the flaming red-head holding my head still, applying liquid eye-liner on me. My hair is in an intricate, perfect, bump-free bun on my head. It's hair sprayed heavily, and I fear it will take more than one shower to scrub out the sticky glue-like substance.

We're currently backstage and scheduled to get interviewed by Caesar Flickerman in a half hour. Of course, he knows that me and Cato have a thing going on, but also because I'm the first person to ever be revived by the Capitol.

"Done!" says Fastrada, blowing a kiss. "Beau!"

"Thanks," I giggle, looking into the mirror. I was used to all of this by now, being dolled up. Being pretty. It would all end, soon, Cato's popularity. All Victors died down after a couple months to make room for new ones.

Gerome, Cato's stylist, leads him into my changing room. "Hawt," I fan myself, referring to Cato, batting my eyes jokingly. I could never bear being a boy; all you wear is suits and all that boring stuff. Girls, on the other hand, have so many different options for dresses…

"Chloe and Cato," the manager interrupts my train of thoughts. "Your on in ten."

Zorrelia, Maddie, and Will are here just to support us. These people have come to be my family, since my real parents never really cared too much. I'm a bit nervous. I need my Career personality back, even if we're not in the Games anymore.

"Well, we'll leave you two alone," Maddie winks at me. I've always had kind of a special relationship with her, like an older sister. We had our ups and downs, but we always loved each other.

She drags everyone else out of the room to go check 'if the lighting was okay.' I sigh and hug him, his muscular arms wrapping around my small frame. I stand on my tiptoes, about to peck him on the cheek when -

"Cato Vindisi," the door opens to reveal President Snow, his beard as white as ever. Scary as hell. "Chloe DeBenedetto."

We both nod respectfully to our president. "I didn't come to chat in a light matter."

"Understood, sir," Cato smiles. "If you'll please hurry, as we're on the air in five min -"

"Yes, indeed, sorry," Snow apologizes. "You must act as if you two are truly in love, and that we revived you because Cato simply couldn't live without you," he adds, looking at me, showing no mercy. "We can't have the Capitol looking foolish, now. Failure to convince the citizens that you love each other will result in death."

I look up, afraid, at Cato, but his expression remains hard and serious. "Of course, sir."

"Excellent," he leads us towards the stage. "Cato, I want you to give Chloe, what you would call, a 'piggyback ride' on the stage."

"Get on," he says under his breath, and I jump on him, careful not to ruin my hair or dress. Caesar looks at the stage manager and he nods.

"Ladies and gentleman, let's give a warm welcome to Cato Vindisi, winner of the 74th Annual Hunger Games, along with his girlfriend, Chloe DeBenedetto!"

Girlfriend. I was Cato's girlfriend.

Cato, already having won the Games, was back to his usual funny self. He trots onto the stage and sets me down carefully on the couch and sits down himself, putting his arm around me in the process. Cue the awws.

"Cato, a pleasure to meet you again!" they both shake hands, and Caesar chuckles.

"Chloe, Chloe, Chloe. A wonderful surprise to see that you've been brought back!" he beams, kissing my hand lightly. "Cato, tell me, did you expect to win?"

"Honestly, Caesar, I did," he smirks into the camera, and Caesar laughs.

'I'm not allowed to show favoritism during the Tribute interviews, but it's been long since then! I secretly knew you would win, too," he laughs, and the crowd goes crazy like a bunch of wild dogs. "Why did you think so strongly you were going to win? I mean, you did!"

"The Tributes this year were particularly weak," he shrugs, pulling me closer. "Even if they were strong, I could probably kill them all, too."

"What did you think when Chloe died?" he asks quietly, careful not to strike a nerve.

"She was gone. I remember feeling pain. Probably a lot more than she was feeling at that moment," he looks down, and the audience really feels for him too. "I love her a lot, and..."

"How very sweet!" Caesar says delightfully as the audience shows their opinion through applauding. Cato grins again.

He picks me up and sits me down in his lap, wrapping his arms around me. "Chloe, do you love Cato?"

"More than words can say," I reply, turning my head to kiss him on the lips.

Cameras are blinding me, cheering and praising is all I hear, his warm lips colliding with mine. It was only supposed to be a peck, but…

"I give you Victor Cato Vindisi and his lady friend, Chloe!"

After a day of roaming the Capitol and paparazzi stalking us, we finally step out of the limo in front of President Snow's mansion. We're being treated to an expensive ball-style dinner, and of course, we had to change our clothes to something even more glamorous and elegant -

A guy opens the beautiful mahogany door, and we step inside. Everyone is wearing sparkly, intricate dresses, their hair sporting weird styles. There's a grand staircase, and on both sides of it, people are eating and chatting, the atmosphere luxurious. Cato takes my hand and President Snow quickly confronts us.

At least he seems pleased. "Nicely done," he tells us. "Your lives have been spared. Enjoy the festivities!" He walks towards a woman and they begin conversing.

"That was creepy," I whisper into Cato's ear.

He nods solemnly. "Food," he says, entranced, eyes fixed on the many dishes.

"Let's get some," I grin, picking up a plate and filling it with food. After about thirty minutes of face-stuffing goodness, an Avox taps my shoulder and offers me a strange potion. Might as well, I shrug.

"Chloe, I don't think you want to -" Cato tells me, his eyes warning.

"YOLO, Cato. You only live once," I swing my head back and chug it down, and I immediately feel sick. Garbage can, garbage can… Found one!

I throw up in it, my stomach empty. "What the actual fu -"

"Makes you barf so you can eat more food," he smirks. "Told you not to drink it."

"Sowwy," I look down in shame, and feel him surround me in a warm embrace.

I pull away, wondering what he's looking at. The stairs…?

Oh.

He pulls my arm and leads me towards the stage, pushing past people, giving them dirty looks. We race up the stairs, and I feel eyes burning on my back, but I don't care.

The floor is marble and when I walk, my heels clack, drawing extra attention. He giggles like a little kid on Christmas morning, and we walk around the upper level of President Snow's mansion until we find a glass door covered with silk. He pushes it open, and it's a balcony.

The stairs are bright, gleaming like diamonds, high in the sky, the moon providing just enough light so I can see his face.

"Cato," I mutter softly. He runs his hand down my back, and I shiver. There's an expensive seating area and I fall sleepily into his lap on a cozy little loveseat. He kisses the top of my hair.

"Promise me something," he says, his voice not showing a hint of exhaustion.

"Anything," I mumble, my eyelids heavier and heavier.

"That we'll be together forever."

"I promise."

I meant it.

Awweh. Do you think this chapter was kinda rushed? I do. The epilogue is next. I promise it won't disappoint! (: I hope you liked it, don't forget to review.