It had been 75 years since Valkyrie Cain won the 1st Hunger Games, last year panem had a shot at freedom. Katniss Everdeen. But sadly, Clove a small tribute from District 2 had slit her throat and then been killed by another tribute. The winner had been the other tribute from District 2, a large boy named Cato.
A few years after the 1st Hunger Games Valkyrie had been thrown into a prison cell because of her so called 'powers'. Snow said that she would rot in these cells.
"Valkyrie Cain, you will rot and die in these cells, and I will be alive to watch it' His voice was still fresh in her mind, that awful voice that she hated, she wanted him dead.
"I'll still be alive when you die you fucking moron!" Valkyrie had screamed back at him, she had lost her cool minutes before. Then she was thrown into this small cell with her powers bound, for an hour. Still in the cell but with her powers. His little trick didn't work, but she didn't say so.
At 92 years of age, Valkyrie still looked 22, her hair had grown so it touched the back of her knees but every 30 years or so someone would have to come in and cut it so it went just past her shoulders, they stopped doing that. Now her hair was down to her hips and thrown into a pony tail, she black clothes still fitted her so whenever Snow was bored and wanted to watch someone get it, he always picked her. All the kicks and punches would be absorbed by her black clothing.
The cell was cold and dark, she had a small window which she spent half her time looking out of and the other half throwing her food at Peacekeepers until they walked away. She was like a child, only eating the food she needed then throwing the rest.
She sat with her back against the wall, tomorrow was special. Not only was it the start of the 75th Hunger games but it was the day she would go home. She had spent the last 5 years planning her escape and she had it timed to the minute.
7:00am – Games start – meaning no peacekeepers watching her.
7:03am – Break out – all staff and peacekeepers watching the games or controlling crowds.
7:10am – No peacekeepers outside the prison – free shot to fly away
11:00am – Back in Dublin, if she flew fast enough
11: 20am – Start search for Skulduggery Pleasant
She grinned for the first time in months, she would finally go home, see her friends and her uncle. She couldn't wait; she just hoped that they still thought she was alive. She knew that Ireland was the only place on earth were the games hadn't effected them. They were free over there.
Sorry its so short, I just don't have anything else for this chapter...