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I can feel the world pressing in on me as I slide the arrow across the bow. One last kill and I'll win. The sky is glistening with anticipating fans, ready to see who wins. Dekon stands before me, cuts and bruises are scattered about his sculptured face. Blonde hair is matted down by dry blood from other tributes he brutally murdered. His knife is poised and ready to strike at any moment. Aimed right at my stomach. My long brown hair is tied back in a once tight ponytail that has eventually loosened from all the running and fighting. The tense quiet was surfacing around us as we held are weapons, prepared to kill. I took one last breath and let the metal arrow fly. When it punctured Dekon in the lung he carefully threw the knife and it slid across my shirt creating a tear and a deep bloody cut. I winced and grabbed my stomach in pain. When he closed his eyes and drew in his last breath a loud and demanding voice blared over the speakers, "Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victor of the 73rd annual hunger games, Luxe Rivendell, a tribute from district 5!" My heart drops to my stomach as he finishes the remaining words. I won the hunger games. I look up to see a silver hover craft descending down towards me.
When my eyelids flutter open all I can see is a white sterile room and an ivy cut in to my arm. I run my long fingers over the tubes and with ease pull it out. I make a small noise in the back of my throat while doing so. I hear several nurses running down the hallway to my room as the monitor beeps wildly, they attempt to help but I shoo them away. They all look relieved like they don't have to handle a deadly trib- victor. I can barely make out a whisper when I ask the red headed nurse with clear small gray eyes to give me my pants and shirt. When she hands them to me softly I slide them on underneath my gown and then slide my shirt off after I take my gown off. The nurses seem to not know what to do so I stare at them in a hard cold way. They all walk away to handle other patients. When I stalk off to the bathroom I almost can't recognize myself. My deep hazel eyes are wide and heavily lashed but are now cold and dark circle have started to form under my eyes but are slowly fading away along with my hallowed cheeks. I lift up my shirt to see the long cut against my thin stomach from where Dekon had cut me. The medicine they are giving me is ridding me of such imperfections and any pain. I barely brush my pale skin when I feel the rough hand of my mentor Nixon who is only two years older than me. He pulls me in to the hallway and waves the nurses goodbye without one such word to me.
" I though you wanted out, I mean you hate the capital so much. Right Luxe?" I glared at him and a deep sadness settled inside me. I knew he was close to my district partner Clive. I know he would rather have him standing here than me.
" Well than escort me out Nixon," I pulled my arm away as he smirked and walked off with me trailing behind. Clive and Nixon were friends. Nixon wanted Clive to win more than anything. Clive and Nixon where friends back in are district. It was a hard lose for Nixon. Maybe it was because I killed him. The other mentor Chasey who was 40 years old put her heart and soul in to me winning. When we arrived to the crowded streets of the capitol a long car parked in front of us. Nixon got in first and slid as far from me as possible. When we finally arrived to the building especially equipped for Victors, Chasey stood waiting with my stylist, Basil. Basils hair was a dark brown that was dyed a unatural blonde at the tips that snaked to the roots with a ton of brown showing. Her skin was as tan but natural and her eyes were a golden brown. She was stunning. I hugged Chasey right away and could feel her whisper that she was glad that I came back alive.
Nixon kept looking around obviously knowing what she had whispered. After that I gave Basil a hug too and she ushered me off to get ready immediately. After an hour of ripping hair of my legs and arms with the help of Octon my other stylist I was pristine and clean. I slipped out of the hot bath and climbed in to a warm robe. Moments after just getting the warm robe on Basil and Octon pushed me down and began working. I could feel octons hands moving around my long dark brown hair. He curled it and pinned it up. It was a recurring process. On the other hand Basil was applying makeup on. I couldn't see her work but she was gently applying it and making sure it was perfect. After they finished they ushered me in to get dressed. The dress styled by Basil was fitting and gorgeous.
It was a deep red that tied in my pale skin and soft brown hair. It was strapless and tight until mid thigh when it puffed out. The tightness of the dress gave way to my body and the light fluffiness of the bottom was mesmerizing. The dress was pulled up so my breasts were pushed up a little and the back of my dress was nonexistent and started at my lower back. My hair was piled high with half the strand hanging loose and curled. The piled hair had diamonds embedded in the hair giving a mystic look. My eyes where black with a dark smokiness to them with my long eyelashes and bright eyes, it all set in right. My lips were painted a crimson red and my cheek bones were colored just right. The time quickly ticked by so Basil and Octon quickly ushered me out the door, past Nixon who was glaring but kept his eyes on my back, and out to the slick black car waiting for us. When we arrived Nixon was just getting their along with Octon who stayed behind to chat with him. Caesar Flickerman was already on stage talking when Basil, Octon and Nixon took there seats.
"Are we exited to see the victor of the 73 ANNUAL HUNGER GAMES?" My stomach dropped when I heard the strong roar of the crowd as I stepped on stage.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN GIVE A HAND TO MISS LUXE RIVENDELL!" The crowd whooped and hollered and swooned when they saw me as I smiled and sat down beside Caesar.
"The first thing we are going to do is watch the recap of the games and then we will begin answering questions! Sha'll we begin?" Everyone screamed and shouted as the lights faded and everyone turned around to watch the projected screen of the games.