A/N- Ok so this is my new fic, and I got the idea for it when I was talking with one of my friends at school. I want to know what you guys think because I might do more about other people. Just give me suggestions!
It was down to the final two, and you'd think that a girl from seven would have a better chance at winning than a boy from eleven, right? Well everyone seemed to think that, he even did, but first Efthemia had to find him.
She had finally beaten the brutal girl from two when the trumpets didn't play and she didn't win. That was when she remembered the boy from eleven.
Efthemia reached a barren plane of land that lead to a cliff and decided to just sit and wait. The Capitol would somehow bring him here. Wouldn't they?
She just sat there for a couple of hours she thought of going to go find him, when the massive boy came out of the woods yelling and running straight at Efthemia carrying a cruel looking blade.
At first Efthemia just stared until she finally regained control of her body and jumped out of his way.
The boy ran right off the cliff and Efthemia knew she'd only have to wait for his body to hit something for her to win. So she wasn't prepared when the boy was thrown back onto the cliff.
She scrambled to her feet and held her axe out in front of her and waited for him to get up. When he didn't, Efthemia carefully made her way over to him and pulled out her knife as well.
He seemed to be breathing, but not very well, so she used her knife to slit his throat.
His cannon went and while Efthemia was definitely happy, she just couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. How did he get thrown back here? What is on the other side of the cliff? And OHMYGOD! I JUST WON!
The trumpets blared, and Claudius Templesmith's voice boomed around the arena, "Congratulations Efthemia Taylor! Victor of the 54th annual Hunger Games!"
Efthemia climbed onto the hovercraft so that she could finally get out of the stupid arena and go home.
*LATER (AS IN AFTER THE CEREMONIES BEFORE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO GO HOME) LATER*
"What do you mean, I can't go home? I won the Hunger Games!" Efthemia frantically yelled at, none other than, President Snow.
"I didn't like your trick with the force field. So you have two options. One, you go home but your family dies, or two, we pretend you die but you come to the Capitol. Your choice." The President said in a voice that was much too calm.
"There isn't much of a choice," Efthemia spat. "Death or death? I'll just go to the damned Capitol. What is it you want me to do? Be like Finnick Odair?"
"No, we'd like you to be the new escort for District Twelve. First we need to give you a complete makeover in looks and attitude because remember, you have to be a happy little escort. Understand?"
Efthemia just nodded. And thus Effie Trinket was born.
A/N- Was it good? Or was it terrible? You decide! I need to know if I should do more of these, and if so who for? So review, fave or whatever! 'Till next time, BYE-BYE!