Every Monster has a Creator
Hope anyone who reads this likes it. I loved this book and if you haven't read it, go read it. It's a great book and a fast read. I can't wait for the next one to come out. In my story I'll be putting my own spin on the story. I hope you like this. If you do like this story PLEASE review. Reviews feed my soul and inspire me to write. Tell me anything and make suggestions, I never have a story planned out just a general plot so I'm open for lots of things, just shot.
Rebellion has stirred in Panem, and The Capitol is using the Games to try to crush all hope. One girl however has different ideas. Is she alone? Or are there others. Who is she? Or is the better question what is she? She isn't like any other girl they've ever seen. She's calm and cunning but there's something less than human about her. But Gale, who just lost the only girl he ever loved to a baker's son, finds himself falling in love with her. How will he manage his feelings while trying to survive the arena? And how is Calypso involved in the rebellion? Is she with The Capitol or against them? OC x Gale. Set after Hunger Games.
The Reaping
The crowd of citizens of district 12 gathered around the square, their faces solemn and dark. It seemed almost cruel that The Hunger Games, a vicious and gruesome spectacle, began on one of the most beautiful days of the year. Even though Peeta and Katniss had won only last year the idea of sending two more children to The Hunger Games still meant death. But this year was even worse. The Capitol knew of Katniss and Peeta's involvement in the recent surge of rebellion, cells had begun to pop up everywhere. They had worked hard to keep those rebels in check but the group was beginning to gain more and more followers.
The Capitol decided to target the one person whose demise they knew for sure would cripple any chance of an overthrow, Katniss. They did this not by trying to kill her or her family. No, they had a more sinister and horrid plan up their sleeves, they were going to show her just how much power they had over not only her but everyone in Panem and they did this by changing the most crucial rule of The Hunger Games, the age limit. As of this year children who were entered in The Hunger Games were from the ages of twelve to nineteen.
"And the lucky winner for the boys is…. Gale!" The newly appointed representative for district 12, Calte Marina, shouted in an excessively hyper voice. She had been chosen after Effie had been promoted to a better district. It had been was Effie had always wanted, not that you would have known with all the crying she did before she left. Suffice to say this new representative was even more hyper and happy when it came to the games. Haymitch just hoped, along with all the others, that she could do a good job getting sponsors.
Whispers echoed through the crowd and Katniss, who sat on stage, lowered her head to hide the rage in her eyes. This event was televised and she couldn't let The Capitol see that they were getting to her, that there plan had worked. She just couldn't believe they would go this far, if Gale died in the Hunger Games Katniss didn't know what she would do. She had accepted her feelings for Peeta only just recently. She hadn't had a chance to talk to Gale, but the look in his eyes when he had walked into the square only moments ago told her that he already knew and that he was hurt, deeply.
She managed to force herself to look up as Calte went to draw the girl's name. It came up as Layla Reem, a young thirteen year old girl in Prim's class. She was in tears as she walked up to the stage and Katniss knew that no matter what she, Peeta, or Haymitch did, this girl was going to die. Katniss was trying to figure out a way to make this as painless for the girl as possible when a voice came from out of the crowds of girls. Katniss couldn't be sure but it sounded like the sixteen's group.
"I volunteer in her place," said a very calm and light female voice. Calte was absolutely giddy as she called the girl up to the stage to stand besides Layla.
"What's your name?" she asked in a sugar sweet voice that could make anyone sick and pointed the microphone at the girls face.
"Calypso Daleton," the girl stated simply with a shrug, there was nothing extraordinary about her, but even though she seemed calm and forgettable, the way she stood and the way she held herself was in such a way that she demanded attention.
She was small maybe 5'4 at the tallest and she looked like there wasn't one once of fat on her thin form. She wore a simple black tunic and black pants, which surprisingly enough was made out of leather, a very expensive material. Katniss racked her mind trying to remember the girl's face but she couldn't place her, not her chin length blonde hair or her bright green eyes that showed no emotion at all. In district 12 almost no one had blonde hair let alone green eyes and Katniss had seen everyone in the district but as far as she could tell this girl had never lived in district 12 before. Or maybe Katniss was going crazy, which could be the reason as well.
"So are you sure you want to take this girl's place?" asked Calte happily. Last year's winner had gotten in based on a volunteer so, of course Calte hoped that might encourage people to sponsor this girl and give her better chance at winning. Another winner might just propel district 12 into a higher place in society, and bring Calte with it. Calypso glanced at Calte with a strange look. She was looking at Calte like she was a moron.
"I wouldn't be up here if I wasn't," she informed the representative with a shrug and Layla left the stage and ran into her crying parent's arms. Calte began to clap and a few people joined in, only a few. Now that the two contestants had been picked the citizens were allowed to go back to their homes, while the tributes would be given a chance to say goodbye to their loved ones. Calypso stepped off the stage and was greeted by soft touches on the arm from everyone she pasted. Katniss had taken the place of her sister, which was noble.
But Calypso had taken the place of a complete stranger, which was selfless. People whispered soft thanks to her and Calypso nodded to them. She wished she could tell them she had volunteered for the reason they thought, but she couldn't. The truth was she would have stepped up no matter who had been picked. She was in the games for a reason unlike any other. She wasn't there to win; she was there to take revenge. Against who? That was the question that needed to be answered.
Calypso walked calmly into the main building of the district and watched as her fellow tribute rode the elevator up to where he would meet his visitors. She however stayed in the lobby. She had no family or friends so there was no point in going to the room. Her family was all dead, killed long ago, and as for friends they were all very far away. So as far as Calypso was concerned there was no reason to go up into that room, no one would want to see her.
"Don't think anyone's going to greet you?" came the voice of the other female who had been standing on the stage. Katniss, last year's winner, Calypso remembered. Aparently she had volunteered just like she had, she had gone on to win along with the other boy from her district, Peeta. Apparently two winners had been a first. She hadn't known who Katniss was before a few weeks ago. Calypso had never been one to follow The Hunger Games; she had been a bit… preoccupied. Calypso glanced back at Katniss and shrugged.
"You should go anyway, you maybe be surprised," she said with a knowing looked. Calypso decided that for now it might be best if she did what her so called mentor said. Entering the small and rugged elevator she moved up the floors until she reached her room. Inside, there sat three people. Calypso knew them immediately as the girl she had taken the place of and her parents. The mother was in tears along with the little girl while the man just sat there with a stoic look on his face. But beneath the mask he attempted to put up Calypso easily saw the emotions buzzing through his head, relief, sadness, gratitude, regret, anger.
"We just wanted thank you," the mother said through her tears. Calypso drifted across the room and sat on the edge of the plush couch. Things in this room were too…too… luxurious for her. She was used to much more plain settings.
"There's no reason to thank me," Calypso said softly, allowing just the tiniest of smiles grace her lips. The smile was enough, just enough, to convince the small family that it was alright. They had nothing to be sorry for. The family sniffled and eventually, after many more apologizes and many words telling them it was alright, the family got up to leave. As they moved toward the door and little girl squirmed out of her mother's arms and ran back.
"My brother was in the games, he died," Layla said quietly, "but before he died he gave me this… I want you to have it. When you get to the arena I was wondering… if you might burry it there…" In her hand the girl held a tiny wooden figurine in the shape of a cat.
"Why didn't you bury it when you buried him?" Calypso asked with a frown. The little girl froze up and Calypso heard a choked sob come from the direction of Layla's mother.
"Because we… never got his body back," Layla whispered with her eyes downcast. Calypso felt her eyes harden and her body tense. The Capitol…. She ground her teeth and forced herself to smile. Calypso reached out and took and little girl's hand.
"It won't be the same arena he was in," Calypso told the girl, but Layla just nodded.
"I know but, he died fighting and we never saw him again… the arena you're fighting in is the closest I will ever get to the spot where he died," she sniffled.
"Where in the arena did he die?" Calypso asked as gently as possible.
"The Cornucopia, just at the base," Layla sniffed softly and Calypso reached out and pulled the tiny girl into her arms.
"I'll bury this for you," she agreed gently and took the small cat figurine and whispered in her ear so that only Layla could hear, "and I'll find out what happened to your brother's body." The little girl's eyes shone with tears and she nodded before leaving the room with her parents. The last thing she heard her say was a shout as the doors closed wishing her good luck. It was because of people like her that Calypso was who she was today, instead of whom others wanted her to be.
After she was done, Calypso glided easily out of the room and took the stairs down to the lobby where her three mentors waited. It took a few more moments for the other tribute, Gale, to come downstairs but as soon as he did they were off. Calypso was careful to put on a very calm and soft look when they exited into the sea of reporters. Cameras flashed at every angle and it looked like the lights were beginning to bother Gale and her mentors' eyes, but Calypso wasn't bothered by it at all.
Haymitch had begun to notice almost nothing fazed the girl. But it wasn't like she was ignorant or numb to what was going on around her, no, it was more like she did know. It was like Calypso knew everything, that she was aware of every moment of everything that was near her. She moved like no one he had ever seen before. Her every step was fluid and seemed effortless, but unlike the others, who were being bumped and pushed, not a single person so much as grazed her. Calypso swept out of their range before they had even moved. Haymitch had suddenly, only moments ago, realized she knew where the reporters were going to move before even they did. Whoever this girl was, Haymitch knew that he wouldn't want to be one of the tributes this year. In fact he was convinced in that he would never in his entire life want to face this girl. No matter what he, how smart he was, he could never beat her. There was something about Calypso, she hid it well, but Haymitch could tell… she was a killer.