Right after the fourth games
Vivian was about to knock on President Braxton Steinem's door when Cyrus called to him, running down the hall.
"I'm coming in with you" said Cyrus, out of breath because he had been running to find Vivian since the games ended.
"No you aren't, the president will be furious and I don't think I will be game-maker next year." said Vivian, knowing that Braxton probably wouldn't give him a third chance.
"Well then we'll go together Vivian," Cyrus insisted, "I was sure there was another tribute left too."
"Fine, let's get this over with." said Vivian with a sigh of relief. He knew he was probably not coming out and he might as well die with a friend with him. He knocked on the door twice.
"Come in." said a voice beyond the door, which would be President Braxton Steinem. Vivian opened the door.
"President Braxton, it was an accident, I was sure there was another tribute." Vivian said quietly, so quietly that Cyrus, who was standing right next to him wasn't 100% sure what he said and Cyrus thought the President hadn't heard Vivian.
"Yes, thinking a dead tribute is alive is an accident, but a rebel victor? That's a mistake, a mistake that cannot happen." said Braxton sternly.
"I know," said Vivian, "but last year…"
"LAST YEAR was only someone who barley had blood on their hands, this year we have a rebel victor! That is not acceptable. You will be free soon though." yelled Braxton.
"I know but…"
Whatever Vivian was about to say was lost to history, because at that moment, President Braxton took his sword and chopped off Vivian Bruley-Linfoot's head.
"YOU SAID HE WOULD BE FREE!" yelled Cyrus, ignoring all sense of formality to his President.
"He is free," said Braxton grimly, "I freed his rebel-victor letting head from his miserable shoulders. Would you care to join him?"
"No President Braxton. May I leave now?" whispered Cyrus, still saddened by Vivian's death.
"Of course you may leave now, Head Game-maker Cyrus Runnalls." said President Braxton, with a sad smile.