AN: Hey! This is my first attempt at a story and I hope you like it. Feedback and constructive criticism is highly appreciated!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games.
PROLOGUE:
Sitting on the plush blue Capitol chair, Caesar Flickerman waited patiently for the interview with the Head Game-maker. This year, he was sporting bright yellow hair with eyes of the same color which made them look like feline eyes. Even though they made his eyes feel uncomfortable, he had to keep up with the fashion these days didn't he? And shades of yellow were all the rage.
He smiled a wide, excited smile at the person approaching him. Atticus Capitolinus, the Head Game-maker, had looks somewhat of an angel; all innocent and friendly, what with blue eyes and blonde hair he looked like a schoolboy. However, looks were deceiving as he was the Capitol's devil. That man had quite a ruthless reputation. He wasn't the Head Game-maker for nothing. The Capitolians loved him for he promised excitement and surprises and delivered more often than not.
Sitting on the chair opposite to Caesar, he smiled, "Caesar! Pleasure to meet you my friend!" he said with a heavily accented voice.
"Let's get started shall we?" replied Caesar.
His voice betrayed his obvious enthusiasm. Atticus nodded his head in an amused way.
"So Mr. Capitolinus, tell us, what exactly should we expect from the 47th Hunger Games?" asked Caesar.
"I am immensely pleased with the efforts put into this year's games. You can definitely expect the 47th Hunger Games to be like no other!" replied Atticus.
"And why is that?"
"Well, our team has made great efforts to entertain you this year and our dear president has shown great support. Though that is not the reason why I believe these games will be the most memorable of them all."
Caesar raised an eyebrow urging him to go on.
"The reason of my pride is the Arena itself that we have put together. It will be the most dangerous one yet!" smirked Atticus.
Caesar smiled. Of course it would be. What Atticus promised, he delivered. His stomach fluttered with excitement and his feet went cold. That tended to happen when he was quivering with anticipation.
"We don't doubt you for a second! Let's just hope that this year's tributes are up to the challenge. Good luck to them, whoever they are!"
Yes, they would need all the luck they could manage to get, thought Atticus wickedly whilst smirking.