"The planets are bells on his motley,
He fleers at the stars in their state,
He banters the suns burning hotly-
The Jester whose nickname is Fate."
(Fate, The Jester by Arthur Guiterman)
PROLOGUE
THE VICTORS OF THE 74TH ANNUAL HUNGER GAMES
I sit in front of my family's television set as the last moments of the 74th Annual Hunger Games air, a bored look on my face. Seriously... I don't understand what in hell is so entertaining about watching a bunch of teenagers fight each other to the death. The girl on fire, Katniss Everdeen had just shot an arrow at that blonde boy from District 2 (forgot his name but I know he was hot. Too bad) in order to end his suffering from the muttations eating him alive. I shudder. This is disgusting.
I look at the time. 7:30 PM. My dad... Well, stepdad, Eli Marco is the mayor of District 4 and my mother, Catherine Marco is the wonderfully supportive wife. They're out (as usual), probably at the Justice Building, watching the same show with his staff. Aside from that, Finnick Odair just arrived that afternoon and of course everyone is making a fuss.
Whatever.
My name is Allison Conde. Obviously, I'm not using my stepdad's name. I didn't want him to adopt me. He's honestly an okay kind of guy. He makes my mom happy and he's very responsible and I admire his leadership qualities. But I just can't let my real dad's name go. He died when I was 10. Broke his neck when he slipped on a rock while fishing with his other fisherman friends.
Our lifestyle now is very different from before. I can pretty much get what I want now. I don't have many friends though. People have branded my mom and I as gold-diggers ever since she started dating the mayor. And when they got married, no one bothers to talk to me at all. I don't really care. I don't need their drama. At least I no longer need to drop my name for tesserae. Unlike them poor people.
I sigh. Okay. Bad thought. I look at the TV screen again and see Katniss and her boyfriend getting ready to eat berries. Berries? My eyes widen. Nightlock... They're going to commit suicide?!
I narrow my eyes at them. Not that they can see me though. Idiots. Just kill each other already so we can all move on! As if that's gonna work. It's not as if the Capitol would care to stop you.
"Stop!" It's Claudius Templesmith's voice. Huh? "Stop!" he says again.
I'm completely lost. The last two tributes halt and look up at the sky, equally confused as I am.
"Ladies and gentlemen... The victors of The 74th Annual Hunger Games!" Claudius announces.
Holy shit. They just won.
I stand up, turn the bloody television off and head to my room. That was indeed an unexpected turn of events.
A/N: Hey guys! I decided to make a Finnick/Own Character pairing. Though it's also an Annie Cresta/Finnick Odair story, it's POV will be by Allison Conde, my original character. I hope you guys enjoy my version of Catching Fire through the eyes of my character. Bear with me please! Coz I truly enjoy writing this :) R and R!