Victor #1:
Name: Lupus Marterus
Age during games: 18
District: 2
Games: 01
Death: Games 065, Finnick Odair
"Here you go sir," the clerk at the store said cheerfully. "Three bunches of bananas, five packs of bacon, and a dozen eggs, will that be all?"
"Thank you very much," the customer said politely. He glanced over the bananas, bacon, and eggs, checking for any bruises. "Sorry to bother you, but this egg is leaking," he said as he held up one of the dozen.
"My mistake sir, shall I grab you a new pack?"
"That won't be necessary, Miss. But thank you. I'll make do with it," the customer pulled out a wad of bills estimated to be twenty five dollars. "Keep the change, and there's an autograph if you want it."
The muscular customer grabbed his bag of groceries into his arms and went out of the Capitol issued grocery store into the streets of District 2. He dodged several rowdy children throwing tiny pebbles at each other and pushing each other to the ground in fun. The man couldn't help but chuckle at the innocence these children happened to convey. He passed by one of the few District 2 parks, a large circular feature imitating the radial design of the Capitol, with pedestals around the perimeter. The man diverted his gaze as he passed by his statue, one arm folded across his chest as he wielded a mighty spear akimbo. Lupus Marterus the plaque on the pedestal read.
He walked even faster to get home, avoiding the cheers of several drunk men and women from the whorehouse and the wide-eyed stares from local children on their way home from school. The gated community sat on the hill overlooking the justice building and the train station, ergo it was in the highest mountaintops of District 2. "Victor's village," Lupus said in awe. He still hadn't gotten over the fact that he was a victor, that he and his family could live in some of the best houses in the District. He flashed his ID card to the security guard who opened the gates slowly. Twelve houses circled a regal three tiered fountain before opening up to the sheer cliffs above.
Lupus knew his family was just as devoted to the mine as he was being a citizen of Panem, the first citizen, a title given to the first Victor. It was no shock to him when he entered his house to find the place as meticulously clean as he left it. He hummed a little song as he went in, a little ditty that he learned in the capitol, and went about his business, starting with putting the groceries away. His fridge was always full, but there was somehow room for the bacon. When he realized that the eggs would not fit, he took them out of the carto and placed them in separate locations within the fridge.
A dozen eggs. A dozen fragile eggs scattered in the tight quarters of the fridge. One of them already broken. He breathed in the cool air of the fridge and let the memories over take him once more. A cone of weapons in the center of an elliptical stadium surround by two dozen unknowing tributes. Lupus was the biggest one in the arena, and definitely the crowd favorite to win. The only other tribute rivaling him was Jessup Zental, almost as massive as him but an inch taller, as the betting board during training showed. The countdown began and Lupus looked across to his partner, Minera, a tall dark skinned girl with cropped hair. They wouldn't kill each other, they agreed. It was the only certainty he had when the gong rang.
Not much happened. Awkwardly several tributes moved to the massive pile of weapons in the middle, unsure what to do. Lupus was one of them, as was Jessup, and his District partner. He knew that Jessup and his District partner got along well during training so as they awkwardly grabbed weapons and prodded the tall stack in the middle, Minera began juggling with two knives. Jessup joined along, laughing as the other tributes crept away to talk about other commonalities. It was almost as if the forgot about killing. The opening hour was getting boring and Lupus rested his head against the pile of weapons, sharpening a glaive he got.
Thirty minutes later and blood spilled onto the sandy, rocky, terrain when a knife thrown by the stupid District 5 boy lodged itself in his partner's back. Surprisingly, the girl was still able to walk and took out her partner through the head with an ice pick through the eye. A cannon fired somewhere, jolting the rest of the tributes to move. The District 5 girl fell shortly after, falling on her partner as her cannon fired. Thinking quickly, Lupus grabbed several knives from the cornucopia and threw them to his left, taking out the boy from District 1 and the girl from District 4. Screams resounded through the arena as knives, arrows, blades, swords, shoes flew through the arena. A shriek came from his right, and Minera fell with an axe to her back and Jessup ran away in horror.
Lupus doesn't remember killing Jessup in revenge, getting a knife cut to his knee in response. He doesn't remember killing nine more tributes to get out. He doesn't remember the victory tour, where at least one tribute from each District died at his hands, sans the idiotic District 5. Yet his family stays with him as long as they can, helping him through the rest of the tour. His family is still there when his sister wakes up Lupus from his daydream. "Are you ok?" she asks.
"Y-yeah," he stutters, slamming the refrigerator door. "I got a bit lost and-AH-CHOO!" He sneezed loudly and his sister dries his nose, taking him to the lush queen bed. In the refrigerator, the eggs cracked from the door slam, leaving his poor sister to clean up the mess afterwards.
Hey guys! It's something new! I just wanted to test the waters with this and establish my hunger games canon. This is going to be a Victor Project/ Victor Chronicles/ 75 games 75 oneshots type fanfiction if you know what that is, but it'll take place in my Alternate universe of the hunger games. please leave a review and/or favorite.
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Ps. I do not own this material nor do I own any of the following for I am not a brilliant middle aged female writer who knows her universe inside and out