Hey guys! Flight here with a series of one-shots about each Victor's night before the third Quarter Quell. This first one is about Johanna, and it will progress through the main players in the 75th annual Hunger Games. Please, review, review, review! Also, this is my first fanfic, so please be nice. I was trying to just get the first one up quickly.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own the Hunger Games. Sadly…

Johnanna

I am in a dreamland far away from anything any normal human should experience, Night after night, we are plagued by continuous nightmares of those we left behind in the arena. I know I am not the only one, for I have heard the sleepless restlessness from all floors of the training center. None of us victors sleep that well, and I doubt we ever will until we die.

The thoughts surge through my head, creating a tumulous vortex of scrambling thoughts. One painful dream after another.

That girl one smirking at me struggling to lift the heavy, golden axe. I'd shut her up with an axe to the head.

The boy from six, staring at me through sightless eyes as the life slowly drained out of him. I didn't kill him, but I'd arrived at the scene moments after the careers left him to die of being stabbed by a knife. I hadn't done anything, just sat there in stunned disbelief until the cannon had sounded. Then, I slowly picked up my stuff where I'd dropped it, and trudged away.

I didn't look back.

But even now, ten years later, I am still haunted by the sight of his green, green eyes. I will never forget them as long as I live.

Seeing as I am going into the arena tomorrow, I won't have to see his eyes anymore. Because, you know, I'd be dead.

Finally abandoning all false pretenses of going to sleep, I sigh and sit up. Sleeping is probably the best thing to do at this point in time, but I can't bring myself to relinquish myself to it's clutches.

So I let my dark, desperate thoughts wander, like dark spirits chasing after the innocent. Honestly, I don't even know how I got here. This state of mind is way beyond the limits of where human sanity, farther than anyone other than us has gone. Us, the victors. We have gone where no humans have gone before. Off the deep end. And maybe that's alright.

Because one day soon, we'll rebel with the Girl On Fire leading us. And one day soon, this tyranny will end. One way or another. Because fire is catching, and I'm prepared to let the world burn.

The last thing I think of before I fall asleep is how much innocence were in those green eyes.

So, whaddya guys think? :D Please, Please, leave a comment so I can see what you guys want me to do next. Also, leave a comment saying which character you want me to do next! The next one-shot should be next week to a week and a half. Thanks!

- Flight