I was going to publish this yesterday, but it wasn't very romantic, so.

"You are sure? Completely sure?"

"Positive. I first had my suspicions when she stepped up at the Reaping. Far too mature. I kept a close eye on her; and all signs pointed to yes. I knew I was onto something when the Mayor of District Two sent me her birth certificate- and any idiot with a basic grasp of arithmetic could figure the truth out for themselves: she is 22 years old- or, 3 years 7 months too old to enter the Hunger Games. The evidence turned concrete when her prep team was more than happy to give me a swab. All that was needed was a trip to the lab."

"Why on earth would she enter a televised death match knowing full well that all she had to do was blow the whistle and a simple inquiry would free her from all responsibility?"

"Believe me, Mr President the readers of this fanfic have been wondering that for a long while."

"30% and loading..."

Like anyone who has ever suffered from slow internet, Dym was jumping up and down in her seat impatiently.

"Come on! Come on!"

Finally, a grey screen loaded, filled with hundreds of little green boxes. All she had to do was type in numbers into each box; and hundreds of miles away powerful vents located in the arena would angle themselves according to the angle she had typed in (tornadoes are formed from hot and cold air mixing, basically). It was meticulous work, each vent needed individual coding, but 18 year old Dym was as excited as a child awaiting a late Christmas present.

She tapped away, and a rushing sound filled the speakers in the room as the beginning of a tornado was formed.

Dym brought up a second screen, linked to a camera in the arena; and chose her target.

Panting heavily, Melody Neutron flopped down onto the ground. A single cannon had fired, for Maya, but apart from that there was no signal that any other contestants had expired.

I never liked the word expired. Broccolli expires. (Or fairy trees as I call it.) Brussels sprouts expire. (Or fairy cabbages as I call them. )

Anyway, vegetables and food expire. Not people. People die. Otherwise we'd just be all "Where's Grandma?" "Oh, her best before date expired so we chucked her out." "Oh ok."

Anyway. Back to Melody.

She was partly in a state of jubilation that their plan had carried off and that they were (mostly) all alive. She was also partly in a state of nervousness- it was her and 22 other tributes. And none of them were especially fond of her right now.

She closed her eyes, all ready for a nice little nap- when she sensed a disturbance in the Force.

She looked up to meet the eyes of a young doe which peeped out from behind a tree.

As you all remember, (sigh) Melody possess superpowers: the ability to talk to animals and the ability to control the wind. So technically the doe should have been able to tell her that there was a mother of all twisters on its way over.

But... the Gamemakers were one step ahead. The doe was genetically engineered to be cognitively incapable of any forms of supernatural contact. So the doe went about its business.

Some tributes could spot the sings of an approaching tornado, but Melody wasn't one of them. She barely noticed the sickly green colour of the approaching clouds. It meant nothing to her when the clouds began to rotate and converge towards one place in the sky.

But when the gentle rushing turned into a roar, she was left in very little doubt.

By then, it was too late.

She took to her feet and ran, but even a Mary-Sue can't outrun a twister.

She could feel the hopelessness like a dead weight around her. She turned and faced the eye of the every last inch of her being, she fought the overpowering force.

Melody fought back bravely, but Dym gritted her teeth and revved up the force.

It was a fight she could not win. She could feel her powers draining from her like a sieve; and she knew she was defeated.

BOOM.

Dym leaned back in her chair, grinning smugly at her reflection in th polished desktop.

"Go back to Hogwarts," she muttered to herself, as Melody's cannon fired. "B***h."

23) Melody Neutron, 00:01:45

Pity. She was a good character; and one of the more unique Sues. But yeah, it was the superpowers that got her in the end. It would just have been too easy for her to win. And the Gamemakers would never have let her get away with it.

Much more death next chapter! I know, we are almost two hours into the Games and only 2 have died. But the tornado's going to shake things up a bit...

Oh, I didn't mention the alliances. Because there are multiple arenas, the alliances are going to chop and change quite a bit, but for the moment they are:

Diamond/Amelia-Jane/Pollyanna

Arbella (loner)

Katrue/Rihanna/Dawn/Delia/Damien (Career Pack)

Crystal/Belle/Rose/Magenta

Annabeth/Ash/Nicola

Tallyu (loner)

Chase/Saffron/Lindley

Fabbie/Mary-Sue

Ok. Joke time.

There's an inflatable boy, who goes to an inflatable school in an inflatable building with inflatable teachers and... yeah you get the picture.

One day he goes absolutely nuts and goes around the school with a drawing pin, popping everything like crazy.

Anyway, the headteacher summons him to his office and says: "My boy, I am very disappointed in you. You've let me down, you've let yoursel down, you've let the whole school down!"