Yes her hands are stained, forever tainted with those lives she took in order to survive, but she no longer feel any guilt only anger directed at the Capitol. She looked up at the mirror and saw herself looking like the same Amberly who came out of the games. Her hair was tied up into a high pony tail, two blonde locks were loose and framed her flawless face. Amberly's own vibrant green eyes stared back at herself and her complexion was still the paleness she retained since she was a child. Her lips were crimson red, like the colour of blood she spilt for her own survival.
Everyone knows who she Is. At least no one in the Capitol will never forget, after all she was Amberly Snow Spencer, one of the most beautiful victors out there. Amberly took one last glance at herself before walking towards the large window suited in my Captiol suite. The city was as busy as ever, it is true when people say that this city never sleeps. Lights were emitted from every building and the sounds of music can be heard even in her room. She smoothed out her dark tight fitting dress as soon as she heard the gentle knocks on the door.
Ever since she won her game, Snow had sold her as prostitute to rich Capitol citizens that could afford her entertainment. This was what haunted her the most after the games. Everyday she regretted her choice of volunteering for the games. Yes, her endless years of training resulted in her unbelievable aim and combat strength, and yes it helped her win her games, but nothing could prepare her for the nightmares of those she killed and the services Snow demanded she preform. Her beauty, once her aid in the games, now became one that made her life miserable. Her rare and sophisticated beauty gained her endless amounts of sponsors in her game. She never needed to worry about food, water and when the games stretched to the final 2, a silver parachute carrying her favorite weapon was delivered to her. A barbed whip that was previously not available at the cornucopia. Within minutes the boy from 8 died, his body and face almost unrecognizable. Now, her beauty had turned itself on her, forcing her to serve client after client who were attracted to those looks. The only benefit she still gained from her appearance was the extra sponsorship money she lures in for her District 1 tributes.
Her heels clicked along The marbled floor, her hips swayed side to side as she walked, her hand turned the knob and was surprised to see who was at the door. The next head game maker stood outside of her suite. Alone. Unarmed. He brushed last her and sat himself on her bed before raising his eyebrows motioning after her to sit beside him. Without second thoughts she walked towards him, ready to go through with what she had to do. She was a victor though, she wasn't going to just submit with no gain. Perhaps she could coaxed out the details of the new arena and give her own tributes an upper hand. Perhaps. Before she could even put her plan in motion he cut her short by saying, "it is all a mystery Miss Spencer...Some secrets are better kept than known, I'm sure Snow wouldn't be too pleased with either of us if...this..Is revelaed."
super short prologue just to showcase more writing. I actually love Amberly, she was made up by myself when I took a shower :P. I think even as a career being a victor took a toll on her, watch out for her as a mentor when the games officiallybegin :) Please favourite, review or follow the story and send in your tribute forms! Currently have 6 submissions!