hello,

i am happy that you have joined us for the 101st hunger games. this starts off as a recap of the 100th games ending with our Victor, miss Greer Hutchinson. this is her story on the struggles of being a Victor, the struggles of losing a life she once had, finding the courage to lead two kids into the arena when she is a kid herself and the pain staking adventure of her games as things spark her memory and send her on an adventure to mend the wounds and move on. will she stay sane through it all, or completely lose it all like her mentor before her. as well as see into the Capitol and how exactly things run behind the scenes of the Hunger Games.

i do not own the Hunger Games at all. all right go to Suzanne Collins ( she is absolutly amazing)

i made up what goes on behind the scenes, for i do not nor will ever know how Suzanne Collins would have wanted it. this is merly a fan fiction.

i will update as fast and as soon as possible i will not stop until this is finished. i do have a lot on my plate with college applications and six days a week five hours of dancing and senior high school AP classes, dont hate me if i'm slow. the suspense should make you want more, no?

i hope you enjoy as you get swept away into the life of Greer Hutchinson. Enjoy.

oh, and may the Odds be EVER in your favor

"Congratulations Greer Hutchinson, You are the winner of the 100th Hunger Games!" the voice of Mavoric Dellings boomed in my ears.

I looked down at the axe in my hand stained with blood and the lifeless bloodies body of the Boy from District 2. I dropped the axe, stumbled back, fell to my knees and let out a blood curdling scream. I pounded on the ground and once more with my right fist before standing up. A hovercraft materialized and dropped a rope ladder to me. I hoped on and was frozen in place as it lifted me up.

Another hovercraft came for the boy who I had just killed. Eight, that's how many people died by my hand. Twenty-three, that's how many died so I would win.

As soon as I was in the safety of the Hovercraft two doctors in white ran to me and I pushed them aside and marched down the hall. If I was going to heal I would take the long way to heal, no capitol freak was going to plastic surgery the nasty scar forming down my left arm and make my skin new again. It would be my reminder of the murder I am. What I did to come home to a family who needed me. Then again every other person was a son, daughter, brother or sister and I took them away from their families.

I found the room with my name on it and went in and locked the door and went into the bathroom. I winced as I stripped off the fabric of my pants where they dried to open wounds, ripping the fabric opened the wounds and made them bleed onto the white floor, I didn't care. Then I peeled off my shirt crying slightly where it was embedded into the scab over the cut down my side. I found the knife in my boot and cut it off in an agonizing scream before turning on the water and letting myself be drenched under the water.

It was dizzying when I saw the blood swirl around and pool into the drain. I tugged at my tangled hair and let myself be shot with the sweet smelling soaps. I scrubbed until my skin was raw and aching to get off all the dirt and mud, I scrubbed through my hair and watched and clumps of my lone white blonde hair fell to the drain. Once I was clean I stood on the mat as the fans air dried me and dried my hair leaving it perfect.

I looked in the mirror at my bare body and cringed. The thick pale puckered scar down the left side of my body from neck down to my fingers. The half open gash in my side that was healing rigidly and would scar as well. The bruises covering the un-cut portion of my body. The remnants of what happened to me before the month in the arena. My high arching perfect eyebrows, my hairless body. Then I saw the prominent bones sticking through my skin, my ribs, elbows, knees. I wasn't who I thought I was.

I was no longer Greer, the girl from District 7 who struggled to get by in life trying to feed a family of eight with both parents dead at the capitol's hand. I was now filthy-sticking-rich and owned a huge mansion all to myself down Victory road. I could afford for the little ones to be raised by my Mother's sister who could live with us again. I could have anything and everything I wanted, except to keep my family from the reapings that would happen over and over again every year. The Hunger Games took my life away from me and turned me into a killer, a monster. Now I was responsible for two tributes for years to come. I was one of two remaining Victor's in district 7, the only female, and the only sane one.

I walked into the closet and picked out the tight black spandex pants, the forest green tunic and the ankle black boots, I let my hair fall to my waist and I looked like I was heading into the arena yet again.

As soon as I walked out of my room people flooded around me making me dizzy. I was told to allow the doctors to see me. No where did I see my mentor, Paul, no where could I find anyone I actually wanted to see. Soon I was pushed into my room by two strong arms. Demitri, my stylist. I was allowed to collapse on the couch.

He stood in front of me then burst into a smile I couldn't help but return then he threw his arms open wide and I jumped into his embrace. He hugged me tightly and whispered how he was proud of me. I finally let myself really cry for the first time since I was thrown into the arena against my will.

"The recap is tonight, can you do that?" he asked. I nodded solemnly, "Come see your dress." He said.

I allowed him to take my hand and lead me to the back of the closet as he unveiled a black bag. He unzipped the bag and I stood in awe at what I was looking at. A forest green empire waist dress that showed off my collar bone and athletic frame with a thick band of jewels at my waist that hid the lack of weight I possessed at the moment. I smiled and allowed him to help me out of my outfit, redress my wound and slip and tie me into the dress to watch the recaps.

Once in the dress he sat me down after making a mental note about the stained carpet in the bathroom. He brushed natural earth tones across my eyes and applied blush and mascara. Then he curled my hair and pinned it half up and half down. The entire time he asked about how I felt at certain moments in the games but when I didn't answer he'd move on not pressing matters to make me cry and make my makeup run, and he cared about how I felt. At age seventeen I was put through more than any girl my age should have.

"I'm just happy you get to be my stylist all the time." I smiled.

He smiled in the mirror, "Aye, that I do, and if I ever see or hear of you wearing those dreaded ripped boots and not the black ones I send you off with I may have to cut your fingers off myself." He chuckled and I smiled and promised only the black boots he gave me I would wear.

He would be my stylist for later interviews, the six month Victor thing where I'd have to go to each District and address them. Even the appearance as mentor for next year's games.

Once ready he took my arm and accompanied me to the main room where we were let off and moved into a limo that took us back to the stage at the training center. Once we arrived I was told to wait on the side for when they announced me.

The crazy colorful Benniot Henry walked on stage and greeted all of Panem. Everyone from the Capitol, even small kids were crowded around. Demirti left me and went sit on the stand with the other stylist who congratulated him on me being Victor.

"Now we have Greer Hutchinson, our Victor of the 100th Hunger games, the fourth Quarter Quell! Let's bring her out here!" Benniot announced. I walked on the stage smiling and waving putting on my best fake smile I could muster up. He threw his arm around me and pulled me close before leading me to the big purple velvet thrown before the big screen. One screen was above me for others to watch and the other above them so I could see. The recap took three hours, no more, no less and I had to watch it all without getting sick. I felt sorry for the people who had to put it all together. Soon everyone across Panem would be watching exactly what I would see and what I've lived through the past two weeks.

How would I sum it up. Hell on Earth.

I turned my attention to the screen when a cannon blasted and the Capitol Seal was replaced by a picture of me when they announced I won the game. Battle music, fast and up beat began to play as it showed me falling to the ground screaming, and then it showed my face.

My blue eyes, wild. My teeth, flashing in a snarl. My hair, bloodied and matted. My clothes hardly existent and caked in mud and blood. Then I turned my head to the cameras and flashed all of Panem a look of a murder and I was staring them all down.

Then the clip changed.

oh how i hate when chapters end on a cliff hanger, and without even knowing what happened in Greer's games. oh it's killing me!

please review! it would mean the world to me if you reviewed and tell me how you like it so far.!

-LEE