This is a fanfic between Seaweedbrain7 and I. I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES, plot lines that does not feature in the HG series belong to sea and I. Characters belong to their submitter.


My name is Skylah Reneé and I am the Victor of the 76th annual hunger games. The rebellion died. The hunger games lived on...and I. I was the first phoenix to rise from the ashes of this war.

Birds were chirping outside, the sounds of joyous music coursed through the air. Those sounds however, were so distant, those are the sounds that once reached my soul, though now only my ears. It's been almost a year. Almost a year since I killed 6 innocent kids to return to this place. I still remember vividly the day I returned, where I thought perhaps, just perhaps, I could have a shot at happiness. That was before endless nightmares started to plague my mind With fear and the constant guilt.

The train pulled to a stop. Taking a deep breath, I walked towards the exit door. I wore my Capitol clothes that had been tailored to fit my small frame, make up had been applied to compliment my facial features. As always a beautiful victor is always better than those who can't charm Capitol citizens, I could hear the crowds roaring through the thick glass windows that the Capitol train is equipped with. The door slid open. Warm fresh air had hit me, it blew against my frame, the smell was so familiar, it was the smell of my district. I forced a smile onto my face. Despite being genuinely happy that I'm home, I couldn't help but wonder what these people thought of me. Perhaps as a killer, maybe a survivor, maybe just as the plain old Skylah Reneé who was unfortunate enough to be reaped weeks ago.

I recognized some faces In the crowd, particularly Joe's family. I sucked in a sharp breath as I looked at his mother's expression. Pure hatred is obvious on her aged skin. Joe has been my district partner in our games, eventually hunted down by the careers. He died right before my eyes. I had been hidden in the trees when he was spotted, I could've warned him, or perhaps even saved him. But I didn't. I remained hidden in the shadows until I heard his muffled screams come to an end. They were right when they said, no one decent ever wins the games.

I wanted to make this short, drawing in another breath, I recited the boring Capitol speech prepared by my obnoxious escort Fify, who was watching my every move beside me who motioned me to wave. I do as she says, though not because I submit to her command, more because my mind was focused on the absence of my family, no one was there. Both of my parents died before I was reaped, though that doesn't explain the absence of my last relative.

My heart pumped violently as I scanned the horizon for his face. Nothing. Before I could say anything I was ushered off stage and brought to the Victor's Village. The polished new Capitol standard house shows immense contrast between it and the rest of district 7. Johanna Mason, my mentor was standing outside of her house. I loved Johanna, if anything she is like my family, my savior, the one who fought to bring me home.

A black limo was parked outside of my new house, strange, did this usually happen? The look on Johanna's face gave me my answer. No, something is horribly wrong. Grabbing my new keys I quickly unlocked the door that led into my polished house. The smell of roses wafted in the air, then there was a salty metallic smell that I would recognize even from afar, a smell that I am so used to. Blood. It smelt like the blood of the tributes I killed, like Joe's blood that pooled around him as he died. I walked through the unfamiliar hallway before reaching what seems like the study room. Then my heart dropped. Snow had been here, a letter dropped on the desk, a white rose with sharp thorns accompanied its presence. I walked cautiously towards the table, perhaps it's a habit I picked up from the games, before I gently picked up the letter. Opening the envelope with my shaky hands, I read those few words, shocked, almost unable to comprehend his meaning.

He is dead, Miss Reneé. You caused great losses in the gambling department, One of my most important client demanded revenge, so I gave him what he asked and your brother suffered the consequences. Hope you don't grieve too long, happy hunger games.

The sound of glass shattering brought me back to reality. I glanced down to see my hand crimson red with glass embedded in my flesh. It didn't hurt, not as much as the pain that I'm going through right now. The whiskey that was in the glass cup now splattered across my expensive marble floor. But I didn't care. I didn't bother cleaning up the mess or my hands before walking to my bed and laying down with my eyes fixed on the ceiling. This pain was good, at least it'll keep me awake for bit longer, it was keeping me away from those images that haunt my restless dreams.

Whoever said being a victor is the most honorable and fantastic thing to ever happen to someone who isn't a Capitol citizen, obviously wasn't a Victor.

The sound of my room was airy, not a single soul except for myself occupied this overly large and luxurious house. My eyes were wide open, blood shot and red. My body begged me to fall into slumber though my mind differed, it is too scared to face those demons that live inside of itself. It's in these moments that I bask in my loneliness and misfortune. It is also in these moments when I wish I never came out of the arena alive. The blood on my hand had already stained the bed sheets where I laid down. Just like my hands forever stained with the death of those 6 innocent souls. I didn't even know all their names.

I was no longer the naive young Skylah Reneé, who saw the world with optimism and determination. That Skylah died one year ago, she died along with the first innocent life who's fate were destroyed in her hands. The thought made me want to choke, like the air was suffocating me, mimicking my actions in the game. I am a mess now, my once hazel coloured eyes filled with no emotion, the colour was now lifeless. My once long lush brown hair that cascaded beneath my elbow was knotted in large chunks, appearing almost like straws that make out a scarecrow.

I am now Skylah Reneé, the victor of the 76th annual hunger games, the glamorous victor when shown in the Capitol, but the lonely soul who had lost everything. No not everything. At least I have Johanna. At least I have her. I sigh before I finally allow the drowsiness to take over me. Tomorrow whilst the Capitol indulge in their plentiful goods and extravagance, the districts face another year of fear, another 23 souls will go to waste. It's not fair. But who am I to use those words, after all I sealed the fate of 6 kids.

Hopefully this prologue was ok, it's more of an insight of what it is like to be a victor. This going to be my first SYOT and I'll be doing this fanfic with my friend who is an English wizard Seaweedbrain7. The tribute form will posted onto My profile.