I forgot to mention I do not own any Hunger game related things Suzanne Collins wrote it!

Sorry I had a big math test and I was really busy this weekend so hope you enjoy!

I plan on doing Luxes experience in her first games!

Nixon:

I watched as Luxe walked on the stairs smiling an award-winning smile. Hatred begins to wash up my throat. When Caesar begins showing the games I keep my eye on the screen and her. The screen flashed to when Luxe slit the girls throat who carried her precious bow and arrows. Blood spattered across her and the camera that was hid in the bark of a tree. Luxe began to run wildly with her bow by her side. That's when Clive and Luxe popped up on the screen. Everyone looked around nervously, anticipating a fight between Luxe and I or maybe for Luxe to run off stage in tears, but they were wrong. As the arrow struck him in the heart Luxe stayed put, eyes locked on the screen. The rest of the games were brutal. Luxe had already killed four people by the halfway point and she was going crazy. Her eyes, wild and upset. By the end, when she encounters Dekon her eyes show no sadness, no fear and pure craziness. As the arrow flew everyone began cheering but all I saw was a monster. I was just like her only three years ago. When I turned back Luxe was grasping the chair tightly and her face was set in a frown. Caesar turned around in his white chair and began the questions.

Luxe:
"Alright then, so Miss Rivendell what was it like.. to kill every single career? That must have been an accomplishment!" His voice melts out in to the audience and everyone cheers.

"Well Caesar, It was... scary. I am not going to lie. I was afraid every second of the games until about the half way point. After that I just went crazy. I have close to no family and nothing to really live for but I wanted to go back to district five, I wanted to go back to see my friends so something filled me up to go fight for myself." Everyone began cheering and Caesar was smiling but I just gave a small smile.

" Good and I am very glad you made it Luxe. Do you feel any remorse over the games?" His eyebrows were knitted together at the question. Everyone leaning in there seats waiting for an answer. I swallowed my answer and began to talk.

"Yes.. of course I do but I am not going to just let people kill me. I am not going to surrender to them so they can win. I wasn't about to die in those games I was going to live and that's exactly was happend." Caesars face lit up and he smiled and so did the crowd.

"Now one last question... Your tribute partner... Clive Galloway. Why did you turn your back on him?" His question was deep and serious and everyone itched out of there seats for the answer.

" I didn't want to kill him... I wanted him to survive but there has to be a winner and I wanted it to be me. Just like he wanted to win." Everyone began clapping hysterically except for Nixon who glared at me with hate in his eyes. I looked out in to the mountain of pinks and blues and the painted faces of every capitol citizen.

"And you did! Thank you miss Rivendell for this wonderful opportunity to talk to the victor of the 73RD ANNUAL HUNGER GAMES!" I smiled and then began to walk off stage. As I turned the corner I watched Nixon leave and I didn't bother. He was mad, like always. Basil and Octon began hugging me until Chasey came and gave me a big hug and led me to the slick black car to go to our living quarters.

When we arrived I threw my tall heels on the floor and jumped in the shower, letting the water run loosely down my thin body. As I got out I slipped on my loose-fitting black pants and a white pearl loose shirt, my long semi-straight hair hung loose down my back. When I sat on the soft oval-shaped bed I could hear Octon and Basil saying they were going to leave for a party with Chasey and Emery. I called to them telling them to have fun. Great, Nixon and I are completely alone now. I didn't want to deal with him so I walked in to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water and began to leave, trying to avoid seeing him. I turned my head to see him standing there. Nixon is roughly 6'3 with light watery blue eyes and dark brown hair, He widens his blue eyes in anger as he confronts me.

"You think you are better than everyone. Don't you? But really you're not, you're beneath everyone. Each and every single person is better than you. You killed someone who saved your life at the cornucopia! He should be standing here now.. not you!" His eyes searched my face for any emotion, but I was blank.
" Maybe you're right," My voice was edgy and meaningless as the words ended. I turned my back and started walking away when I felt Nixon spin me around.

"Whoa I am not done yet! Clive had people he cared about... you even said it! All you really have is Clara and she would do just fine without you! It's funny, these games, some of the people who come out alive and have nothing to live for. Like you," As he said it anger seethed out of his mouth in a quick rush.

"Nixon, I have killed 13 people and I am not afraid to kill one more," My eyes flash with hostility as Nixon gets to close to comfort, the tip of his nose touching mine.
"I can kill you too. Remember you're not the only one who has killed many people in many ways," Nixon begins to walk away muttering something about me as I slowly walk to my room. I almost immediately fall asleep after Nixon's confrontation.

In the morning after a few minutes of slowly waking up I realize I don't get to go home. I have to go through every district and tell them I am just so happy that I get to live and they are now dead... the victory tour. I groan and begin to get up when I realize what happened last night with Nixon. I slowly trudge over to the shower even though my stomach gargles in need for some breakfast. After a while of sitting there in my jeans and tank top I slide my dark brown worn leather jacket and my worn out boots. The smell of district five still lingers on them.
I stare at myself for a while searching my face for anything that screams Luxe. I have never been drop dead gorgeous, no one is in my district but I have been call pretty and beautiful several times. I admire my looks, they are me. My cheeks bones are not to high but not to low, my lips are a soft light/dark red and my eyes are popping and magnificent. My skin is paper pale and my hair is dark and soft against my skin. I am 5'6 and my hair reaches my waist and my legs are pretty long and so is my torso. I am worn but strong. The work I have done in my district has taken a toll. I snap out of my thoughts and grab my token from he games on the slick nightstand and quickly open the door. As I walk in to the hallway I nearly slam in to a peacekeeper.