The Girl Who Never Killed
Summary: She was the only tribute who never killed and successfully outsmarted all of the Gamemaker's traps. In her own way she was mocking the Games, and so she was given a choice: Kill or Be Killed. The real reason why Foxface ate the Nightlock.
I don't really plan on this being a long story, perhaps just five or so chapters long. Just a little theory I had on why Foxface may have eaten the Nightlock. I mean, we all know she was too smart not to know it was poisonous! This first chapter is in third person but the rest will be in Foxface's point of view.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games or any of its characters, they belong to Suzanne Collins.
Chapter 1-
He stares at the screen intently, barely blinking, his hands moving swiftly along the controls. He twists a lever and punches a large red button. On screen the mutation breaths out a ball of fire at the red headed tribute. But to his dismay she still manages to dodge it, swiftly scampering up a tree. He lets out a groan of frustration and the mutt on screen does the same. Its eyes flash a fiery red yet the girl still grins at it, almost mockingly.
She ducks behind a cluster of leaves. The leaves rustle but the Head Gamemaker cannot see what she is doing. He twists a few knobs and the camera zooms into the trees but he can't see anything more than the thick, dark green shrub. But when he finally gets a view and sees what she is doing it is too late.
He fumbles with the knob and the camera zooms out just as a large rock comes flying out of the tree, dripping with water, and hits the mutt squarely in the chest.
The Gamemaker shouts out in frustration and on the screen the mutt roars. In the blink of an eye it explodes into a mass of flaming feathers which float down and singe the ground as they land.
Seneca Crane pushes himself away from the controls and holds his head in his hands. The Firehawk was a newly developed mutt and he had been so sure that it would succeed in injuring the girl. After all, it was a huge bird made up entirely of flames and breathed out fireballs the size of a new born baby. And with himself controlling it, surely he'd be able to at least burn the girl.
Yet somehow she has managed to outsmart him once again.
This isn't the first mutt sent after the tribute. Previously he had produced a wall of poisonous fog in her path, which she had easily surpassed by simply crawling along the floor. He had then tried to send a nest of tracker jackers onto her but she had quickly lit a fire - the smoke knocking the mutations out- and ran. This has been the third time the smart girl has escaped his trap and to say he is angry would be an understatement. He just itches to send a barrel of explosives down onto her right there and then but he knows that isn't his job. No, all he has to do is injure her or drive her towards the other tributes. After all, simply killing her would bring the audience no satisfaction.
But he can't even do that.
The high pitched shriek of the telephone brings him out of his thoughts. He jumps and quickly grabs the phone out of the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Mr Crane? President Snow speaking," is the reply.
Seneca's blood runs cold at the sound of the voice. The President himself is calling, this cannot be good.
"S-sir?" He stutters.
"I hope you aren't too busy Crane?" Snow says in a voice that suggests he couldn't care otherwise.
"No, no." He answers quickly before realising that he should be busy. "I-I mean yes, yes, just checking...the tributes, sir...y-yes."
He is now a stuttering mess and he has to bite down hard on his tongue to stop himself from speaking. His face burns with embarrassment as he struggles to form a simple sentence.
But the truth is, he is terrified. Others who have personally received a call from the President are now 6 feet under.
The President ignores the Gamemaker's incoherent speech and says: "I request an urgent meeting with you as soon as possible."
Seneca's face pales. So he was right. An urgent meeting can only mean one thing: he is going to be given his death sentence. He failed to bring down a child and now he is going to pay the price.
"Of course." He says struggling to keep his voice steady.
"I shall be arriving at your office in ten minutes, Crane. In the meantime, keep focussing on District 5."
The President hangs up, leaving a terrified Seneca Crane still clutching the phone in his shaking hand.