SYOT: THE 30TH ANNUAL HUNGER GAMES
"Mr Crane, how lovely to see you. How is your wife and new born son, Seneca Crane Junior?" I asked, a cruel smile playing on my lips.
He gulped nervously, knowing the power I had over him and his family, and what I could do to them if he stepped out of line.
"Very good, thank you, Sir. Peacekeeper James told me that you wanted to see me?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Yes, I wanted to have a chat with you about the upcoming games. Have you had any ideas for the arena?" I inquire, leaning forward expectantly.
This seems to relax him a bit.
"Yes Sir, I have been working hard on this, because obviously this year is three decades since the start of the Hunger Games, and I have come up with lots of new mutts and I've come up with an arena which I'm sure you'll love!" he gushes, waving around a heavy looking folder, which I'm guessing is full of ideas.
"Yes, well, I'll be the judge of that." I mumble, holding my hand out expectantly.
He places the folder in my hand like it is some expensive jewel, or something. I grasp hold of it and pull it towards me effortlessly. I flick through the book slowly, taking care to absorb each page. I finally get to the last section, the arena. I look up and see Seneca Crane waiting with baited breath, praying that I'll like it. I decide to keep him waiting, and deliberately turn the page very slowly. There I am hit with the greatest idea ever.
Slowly I look up and meet his earnest gaze.
"I like it. I like it a lot." I murmer.
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