"Head Gamemaker Belladonna Crasus… I'm sure you know why you are here." President Amhurst said, voice curt and crisp. The lady standing in front of her, presumably Belladonna, averted her gaze out of deference. The Head Gamemaker from the disastrous 54th Games was found dead in his room, a gun on the bloodied sheets and a suicide note clutched in his white hands: im in a better place now.
It wasn't his handwriting. Belladonna knew that, and if she spoke up, she would be swiftly silenced. She knew she never would say anything.
"You would like to see the arena." Belladonna forced her voice to be light, airy.
She graduated at the top of her class at the accredited Cyprus Academy, but she knew that didn't mean she was intelligent. Unlike her classmates, who had gone on to become officials, she was well aware of her stupidity. She knew that there was something wrong with the system but she was a clumsy writer and a weak speaker. Rebellion was never an option to her. She couldn't express the dark thoughts that flitted through her mind. She had no choice but to conform, to mindlessly parrot other's thoughts.
"Yes," President Amhurst drawled, slightly amused. "After all, the Games are in a few months, aren't they?"
Belladonna blushed. and she fumbled with the projector. The map reflected on the white walls of Gold's office and came into focus. The President furrowed her brow and drummed her fingers on her mahogany desk. Belladonna cleared her throat. Why she had been chosen to present the plans for the arena was beyond her. Why she was even chosen as Head Gamemaker was beyond her.
"So." Belladonna flicked a stray strand of pink hair out of her silver eyes and cleared her throat. "I, we, were thinking of having the arena be a jungle. And it will have muttations. Lots of them. We're working on some new ones now-"
"A jungle." President Amhurst raised her hand and stonily met Belladonna's eyes. She squirmed slightly, as if pinned by the other woman's gaze. "We attempted that for the 40th Games. Too much water, too many hiding places. The Games dragged on for months."
Belladonna took a deep breath. They had thought of this.
"We had thought of this problem and we have several ideas to counteract that. Firstly, the muttations should pick off a few of the tributes, or at least drive them together. And the arena will be shifting, constantly changing. Our scientists are developing some new terraform techniques."
President Amhurst raised her eyebrows and leaned forward a little. Her face displayed a cold, detached interest. Belladonna smiled this time, but she couldn't conceal a squirming doubt in her stomach as she realized now she had to present her idea. She came up with it and it seemed right. At the time. The other Gamemakers applauded her, and she couldn't stop the pleasant, warm sensation in her stomach. The tributes weren't human.
Was this right? She quashed the thought immediately. Little children cried when they saw the deaths on television, then, as they grew, they were set straight by parents. Her children would be smacked if they spoke out against the Games, they needed to learn respect. She didn't find it wrong, they would face much worse from officials and teachers if they spoke out. People much smarter than her worked on the Games, advocated it. She was a new official, she needed to learn her place.
But Belladonna could barely keep her voice calm as she explained what would happen as night fell and the tributes slept, or hunted.
President Amhurst shook her hand with a great big smile and sent her on her way with a smile on her face and a promise of a promotion. Belladonna couldn't stop the thank yous flowing from her lips and she nearly skipped out of the office.
She was a mother of thirty five, young for an official of her position. She considered herself successful but knew the truth. President Amhurst was a young, pretty lady who was more intelligent and wise than she could ever be.
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