Are The Odds In Our Favour?

Chapter 2

Cato's POV:

I wake up on a cloud. It feels so peaceful, I don't think I've ever woke up in such a good mood. I am in my luxury bed, on the train.

I walk over to the window, the world is a blur behind me. Everything moving at a faster-than-light speed, I feel a bit light headed.

It's funny, all my life I've been training and preparing to kill. But now I am going to be in it; it feels a lot different.

"Up, up, up! We'll be in the Capitol in ten minutes." Alana sang around the corridor.

I took a quick shower, knowing there's no point because a prep team will 'make me look pretty'. But they'll find that quite hard, I'm already good looking. Throwing on an outfit I found in the wardrobe I head into the dining area.

I sat down in the spot I was last night, giving a nod to Clove, Enobaria and Alana. Digging in to the all-so-tempting breakfast.

"Oh look! The Capitol!" Alana says bouncing up and down in her seat.

Clove and I rush towards the window, pressing our hands against it and squashing our faces on the cool glass. I gasped when I saw it, it was beautiful. Lots of tall, silver buildings framing the skyline with elegant mountains falling behind them. Giving the famous city a sense of naturalism, despite the man-crafted buildings.

Not to mention the feel the Capitol thrusted upon me, its aura was like one of a fantasy, an utopian society trapped amongst us districts like mortals compared to Gods.

The train slowed down, pulling up into the station when we are greeted by screaming Capitol citizens.

However, the thing about the Capitol is that although they may be the Gods in our world, their fashion sense is non-existence. And these people were just, abnormal...I mean I thought Alana was weird, but compared to the rest of the Capitol people she looked normal? Some had their skin dyed in different shades of red, green, blue, purple and any other colour you could imagine.

Others had whiskers implanted into their faces, or gems covering their bodies. The combinations were endless.

I honestly felt grossed out by their appearances, which I understand is out of order in any case to judge people by their looks. But they hardly looked human. Freaks of nature? Yeah. Defiantly.

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I'm sitting in a pure-white room, not a speck of dust in sight. How would they manage a stain in here?

Hmmmm...

Well, as you may tell I'm bored. Waiting for my 'stylist' to arrive, apparently I was no use to be seen before my prep team worked on me.

Basically, they smoothed my skin so it glowed and look flawless, styled my hair making it look thicker and 'fluffier', and put this gel onto my skin so I won't grow any facial hair in the arena.

"Hello Cato, I'm Kerina. Your stylist." A Capitol voice flowed through to room, breaking off any of my thoughts.

I didn't even hear the door open, wow. Maybe I need to start paying more attention. Giving her a smile I stand up. Her eyes divert to my body, I'm in a dressing gown robe thing, so I'm quite bare.

I was quite shocked as I saw her, she looked different. Her eyes were a shade of gold, and extremely long eyelashes that curled up to her eyebrows, and black hair like raven-wings with gold streaks matching her eyes.

"Hmmm..." She trailed off, walking circles around me. "Take it off." She ordered quickly.

What? I'm naked under this, not that I'm self conscious but, I don't just strip down for anyone. I pull the belt even tighter and folded my arms over my chest.

Kerina didn't look impressed at all, raising a thin eyebrow and placing a hand on her hip, she waited in silence.

Sighing I unfasten my belt and took the gown off, her eyes became serious. Inspecting my body like a hawk searching for prey, I would have felt embarrassed but because she didn't look human at all I stood there.

After what felt like hours she nodded "OK, put it on. Then follow me." She snapped.

Quickly tying the belt up I hurried after her, where she sat down at a golden table. Holding herself as if she was the queen, like she was about to have a meal with a dirty commoner. So I reluctantly took my place on the other side.

"Look Cato, you have an attitude-" she began, place her hands on the table.

"I know, I know!" I shouted, I was sick of people telling me this, it's like 'oh Cato, guess what? You have a temper!' Yeah, yeah. Tell me something I don't know.

"You didn't let me finish..." Kerina said. Pointing a long finger in my direction. "Yes Cato, you have an attitude. That's exactly what we can work with for the tribute parade." A sly smile broke across her face, in her eyes I could see a plan formulating.

Oh great.

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Standing on my chariot with Clove I'm ready to impress, we're both wearing matching gladiator costumes. We look ridiculous.

I'm wearing a weird shit skirt.

Ok... I can do this, work with what you're given Cato. Suddenly a jolt rocked under my feet, the cream-grey horses started pulling us forwards.

I spotted the District 1 chariot ahead of us, they are wearing pink, fluffy, shiny outfits. The pure white horses for their chariot rolls a few meters away.

The crowd explodes with cheering, laughter and clapping. Throwing various flowers in our direction, I flash a signature smirk at the crowd and camera.

That was Kerina's idea- smile with attitude.

The audience screamed and shouted our names 'Cato' and 'Clove'. They probably found out from the programme.

We defiantly made the best impression, I saw on the screen as the District 10 roll in, then 11 and finally 12.

Fire. Tributes in fire. I looked up at the screen again to check if I saw right, yes. The district 12 tributes were dressed in black jumpsuits with matching black capes that had fire alight on them.

The crowd went ballistic.

They stole our fans, our sponsers.

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