Prologue
Evangeline Hail sighed, and checked the chock. 4A.M. Her husband still hadn't gotten home, and she was incredibly worried about him. Her husband isn't just any ordinary man in the Capitol; he is the newest Head Gamemaker for the 63rd annual Hunger Games. Today was the day that her husband, Cyrus Hail, presented his new idea for the Games to President Snow. He had to redeem the Capitol's honor after last year's games, which took place in an old fashioned bouncy castle.
Finally, Evangeline heard the door unlock. In walked her husband, incredibly worn out, and ready for a nice twelve-hour rest.
"How did it go today, honey?" Evangeline inquired.
"Fine," Cyrus mumbled, collapsing on to the bed.
There was a pause. "Aren't you going to tell me what the arena looks like?" asked Evangeline curiously.
Cyrus groaned, and started to snore. "Cyrus!" Evangeline shouted, shoving him off of the bed.
"Fine!" Cyrus replied, getting up from the floor. "But you can't tell anyone." Evangeline nodded, and sat back down on the bed.
"This arena isn't like any other," Cyrus started. "It takes place in an old suburban neighborhood. It is beautiful, with many tall houses and lush green plants. There is a cornucopia in the town square, but the items in it are the only things in the entire town. There are no people, no furniture, not even a single item. However, the floors of these houses are soft rugs that the tributes can sleep on. They will not want to sleep on them, after they figure out the secrets these houses hold." Cyrus smiled evilly, and looked over to his wife. "And they won't stand a chance."
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