Stuck In the Same Place

by FlawlessCatastrophe

The 83rd Hunger Games was just meant to be ANOTHER uneventful Games in the eyes of President Jarris, until the New Head Gamemaker Eliah came along. Now instead of a normal year with a normal Hunger Games, Eliah had transformed a random year into what might as well be a Quarter Quell- and a twist nobody saw coming. -Closed SYOT, but the fun has only just started.-

11. The Twist

Hey, dudes! Brooke is back! So, if you're looking forward to seeing what the "twist" is, keep reading. It's just a stroke of luck. BTW, you peeps are known as the Capitolites, because, well, you're reading this for fun. The Capitolites watch death for fun, the same way you and I read and write about the Hunger Games for fun. It's not a big difference, us and the Capitol people.

Eliah's POV

"Emilee," I yell, my voice echoing down the corridor. "Get me the box of quells, stat!" I smirk, and my face turns from an innocent Capitol woman to a malicious monster. This is going to be a fun year. Sipping my small cup of liquor, I ponder on what the twist this year may have in the box. It doesn't matter if it's not the 100th Quarter Quell, I just need these Games to be amazing and unforgettable, and that's all that matters. In fact, even the Districts will love the Twist I'm planning, as it gives their tributes an advantage.

A small figure approaches me, and I quickly recognize it to be Emilee. She hands me the old, creaky box, and I mutter a quiet, "thank you." I may be evil in many ways, but I am not without basic manners.

I open the rusty container, and in it lay stacks upon stacks of cards. The creator of the Hunger Games must've planned centuries of Hunger Games, and I am not to go abide his wishes. I am Eliah, forbidder of rules.

I look through the cards of the previous years. Tributes being chosen, multiple tributes, previous victors, blah blah blah. I need something unique, never tried before by any Capitolite.

Finally, I reach the card for the 100th Hunger Games. Instead of a Quarter Quell, it was the Ceremony of the Century. What a cheesy name.

It reads, "Because the Capitol is forgiving, an alliance up to three may win. But because of the purposes of friendship and fairness, loyalty and trust, your award must be split up into three and you will live with each other for the rest of your life." Bah! This is horrible, what idea sparked the flame of this getting created? This is the worst idea I've ever seen in my life. Fine, I'm not going to use the 100th Hunger Games as this Twist. I'll just have to make it myself. And luckily for me, I'm the most creative person know.

I start to sketch my ideas on a hologram, when all of a sudden the President Jarris comes barging in.

"Hello, New Head Gamemaker Eliah," he says nonchalantly. "I've very recently heard that Tyger retired. He had said 'you had good ideas for this year's Games'. May I ask what they are?" Suddenly, I remember telling Logan, a Gamemaker, to file in a lie as to why that idiot Tyger had 'retired'. I'll have to keep that in mind.

I stretch my lips into a stupid-blonde-girl smile. "Of course, President Jarris." I say with high, tacky hovercraft attendant voice. "But I must say, if I reveal it to you too soon, the shock of how great it is may be too much. I'll have to give you a teeny hint."

I shuffle all the loose papers on the desk all together in one neat stack. "I know it's not a Quell," I report. "But I have great ideas. For the arena, it's going to be parts of the Roman Civilization, to remind all Panem citizens of the Capitol's great ancestry and power, and that the Capitol will last even longer than Rome and every great country." I bubble, sugarcoating my every word. "And the tributes will be given an advantage, to represent the Capitol's graciousness and will." I grin dazzlingly, showing off all of my pearly, white teeth. "So, what do you think?"

"I think," the President begins slowly, "that you may be the best Gamemaker Panem's ever seen. But what advantages are you talking about?"

"That," I say sweetly. "will be for the Capitol to decide."

"Perfect, the Capitolites will love to have an active voice in this." He remarks. "Just one more thing," he declares, right when he reaches the door. Jarris grabs the handle and twists it open.

"I know what you did."

What did you think of this chapter? How do you feel about the Twist and the Arena?
I'm gonna start asking questions from now on. And forever!
1) How do you feel about having an active voice in this?
2) What do you think I can improve? Generally, not just writing flaws!
3) Cna yuo raed tihs?
4) ARE YOU A FANBOY?!
5) Finally, just list a whole bunch of random superpowers. The person with the most superpowers listed will be in the next chapter as a shoutout.
Until next time, Brooke.