Have you ever felt like a dream was becoming reality? Well this dream was a nightmare. Johanna Mason was waking up on the day, the day they announced the theme for the third Quarter Quell also known as the 75th Hunger Games. She went downstairs of her house in the Victors Village of District 7, she brewed herself a cup of coffee and sat down on her forest green plush couch, then turned on her TV. Caesar Flickerman then announced that the announcement would be at 4:30 PM, so that means she would have time to practice before hand. It's a good thing she did too, because if she knew what was coming, well she would have done a lot more than make coffee this morning.
As she walks through the corridors of her house, she comes upon the door blended into the wall, she almost walks by it, almost. She tends to forget where it is, but always remembers that it's there at the last second. She pushes the door open and lights, hundreds of them flicker on. She walks up to a rack used to hold axes at least 200 of them, different sizes, shapes, blades, any axe you could think of, she had. Next to them, there was a row of Capitol regulation throwing axes. She picked one up, and turned it in her hands before suddenly lifting it back and throwing it across the dummy covered room hitting one in the chest, she then grabbed four more and started throwing them across the room too, two impaled themselves into the heads of dummies, one into the gut, and another one right where its heart should be. She then moved aside a row of dummies hanging on rods and pushes them away like cloths in a closet, and behind it, was a dummy, painted like a man, painted like President Snow.
She grabbed the most intimidating looking axe she had, it had a five foot staff and the blade was at least eight inches long. She drew it back just as graceful as she did with the others, and then, she threw it so hard that you couldn't even see the thing, until it impaled itself, in the dear old president's heart, and fake blood started slowly leaking out of where his chest would be, if he were real, and a sick smile grew across her face.
She went to the main hall of the house to get dressed, she knew that today was the day. It was certainly not her first reaping day, but it was the first she was convinced that her name would be picked out of that bowl, considering she was the districts only living female victor. It would be the same thing all over again, the only difference was that they would go full out on technology and make this 'the most entertaining games yet.' Yes, because people wont be extremely pissed off that their favorite people will be going into the arena to get murdered, again. As she walks to the second floor of her mostly wooden home, slips off her pajamas and puts on the least acceptable thing for her to own. The article of clothing she wore on her last reaping. That ought to get a reaction out of them she thought as she looked at her reflection. She was wearing a dazzling pink knee high dress, accompanied by a thick colorful beaded bracelet and a shining diamond ring, slightly bigger than the size of her thumb nail. She quickly turned around, her skirt slightly puffing out as she did so, and walked out of the room. She stopped in front of her wooden door that led to the outside world. She took a deep breath and thought to herself, you can do this, you did it before what's stopping you from doing it again, and with that, she stepped into the great unknown.
