Chapter 1: One Last Time
Katniss: The Capital Games, I liked the idea at the time and I still do now… Mostly. I just don't quite know how, if someone asks we can justify the games. It's not the Capital's fault they had a long line of bastard presidents. Hah, I've been listening to Peeta to much. Of course it's their fault, they enjoyed our suffering and now we can enjoy theirs.
I watch them file into the room, it's a squash but they all fit. Only a few of us know half the names in the girl's bowl are Glacier Snow. I walk to the stage and say "welcome to the 1st and only Capitol Games". There are murmurs around the room, the once very confident children have become nervous. I smile. "Now let's keep to tradition and so ladies first".
"Flourish Leafe" she flounces to the stage and I automatically dislike her because of her pink skin and hair.
"Shalia Jest" when I see her I think of Prim, although her lilac hair is something different.
"Marine Lakeside" Why not Snow's daughter yet?
"Koi Raine" she looks proud to be here.
"Toucan Hightop" not Glacier.
"Breeze Gold" oh crap, she was blind. But somehow she walked to the stage without any assistant.
"Netta Lee" c'mon we needed Glacier to make the games interesting.
"Glacier Snow" the room fell silent. She walked, looking like an ice princess. If ice princesses were haughty and cruel. Her pure white skin and pale blue hair along with pale blue gems under her eyes. She radiated hate, not even her mother cried out for her. I was relieved however, because she was the only one I had wanted in the games. I didn't pay attention to the rest.
"Tally Holsch"
"Marietta Flash"
"Halcyon Stride"
"Renée Hera" she had gold skin, black hair, diamond eyes and ruby, sapphire and emerald studs all over her body. She looked bad.
The boys were not half as interesting.
"Rowan Flickerman" okay that was interesting I didn't know his name had been in more than once or twice.
"Raphael Bone" he looked thug-like and very gangster.
"Finnick Raine" oh dear, someones brother. That could go quite wrong, but then
"I volunteer" a boy, tall with dark eyes and hair. Black tattoos whirled and spiralled up his arms. He had probably wanted to 'avenge' his country or something, but whatever he would be killed by some natural cause if not by a tribute. I would make sure of that.
The rest flew by, I wasn't even listening to my own voice nor registering faces. Rebels lead the group of tributes to the rooms where, they could say their last words to their family. I hoped they would appreciate the arena, I know I liked it.