The Revealing of the Twist
Craig Don POV
I walked up the marble stairs into a long elegant passageway, until I finally reached some mahogany doors. I pushed them open and there was President Copper's garden. Blackthorn trees, Rose bushes, Lavender, this place had it all. I reached the centre, and there President Copper was waiting, his namesake copper brown hair easily recognisable. The President has always been egotistical about everything, and even now he liked to boast. He was guarded by two Peacekeepers who watched me. The President smiled when he saw me and said, "Craig, my old buddy! I heard you're the new Head Gamemaker, and I want you to make this Quarter Quell fantastic! Here is the box with all the slips of the twist, make the Capitol proud! Or otherwise there'll be serious consequences," I thanked him and took the box, and bid farewell. I found the entrance after scrambling through bushes. Luckily, my clothes were not ripped.
I went into the Control Room and gazed down at the arena. There were three islands, each with a different terrain on: sand, arctic and forest. It looked amazing. After staring at the arena, pondering of the possibilities of carnage in this Quarter Quell. Suddenly, a Peacekeeper came and informed me it was time, time to announce the twist. I grabbed the box and followed the Peacekeeper out. I took a deep breath before stepping out onto the balcony. Capitol citizens all colours of the rainbow had gathered, and I feel alienated from them as I don't excessively change my body. I shouted into the mouthpiece, "Hello Capitol citizens! Are you prepared from some massacre in this years Hunger Games?" it was being announced live, so I had to make an impression. A massive roar of Yes' came my way, and I followed on saying, "Well, as you know, it is the 7th Quarter Quell, so we must have a special twist, and that special twist will be selected out of this box!" the Capitol applauded loudly, bellowing praise towards me. I dug my hand in to the box and I picked one out, just like an escort does with a tributes name. I read the note out,
"To remind the Districts that they ruthlessly attacked Capitol citizens of all ages, this year the Tributes can be any age above 8 and under 65 unless volunteering!" The Capitol roared with excitement, whistling, chucking roses and air kissing towards me. I knew automatically this year will be a good year.