AN: I'm such a troll. Ending the last chapter like that. Well, thanks to the nagging of my friend Nomi, I'm putting this one up early. Thanks to ELMO-fAN cLUB MeMbER for the favourite/comment, and to Alyi () for the review. To Alyi ()-the idea is that Snow made up the quell to get rid of Katniss- SC makes a point of telling the reader that Katniss thinks the Quell is a fake because it was, in my opinion (That's just my view, I could be completely wrong). Thanks for the comment, though.
The platform I'm standing on twists upwards slowly, and I can hear my hear pound in my chest. The platform grinds to a halt in the arena. And what I see makes my legs go weak, and I feel like vomiting my last meal. My fellow tributes ring a fallen building. The huge concrete structure seems to act as this year's cornucopia, crumbling grey stone and cracked pavement replacing the usual golden horn. The entire landscape resembles where I stand, cracked pavement covers the ground, and weeds are the only things that grow, clinging to hard, man-made surfaces. Rusty metal pipes litter the ground near the fallen building-apparently wrenched out of the ground when the building toppled. The wind is bitingly cold, cutting through my clothing and chilling me to the bone. But that's not the only thing that's making me shiver. The buildings, the pipes, the washed-out park I see in the distance? They point to one thing. The arena is one of the old cities. And as the wind howls cruelly, as the other contestants sneer, the Horn sounds, and the tributes are released into the bloodbath, the very first fight for survival among the washed-out ruins of an old city. I sure hope the odds are ever in my favour. I'll be dead soon if they're not.
An: so, what do you think of the arena? Yeah, an old city. Now the story will get exiting! :D I realize it's not long, but this chapter is just an arena preview, really. You'll have to wait for the actual update date for a real chapter! U mad?