Hello my sweet baby angel face, and Happy New Year.

Welcome to another segment of things that piss Caleb off, with your host. Caleb! *runs out onto stage excited.*

Thank you, thank you. Today I would like to discuss a review that I got on my finale. It was from a guest, and since I can't email them and say this, I'll post it in my story. "Frankly my Dear, I don't give a damn."

Jason was a great tribute yes, but I'm writing a sequel to this story, and another story after that. So kiss my butt guest. Also, I released one poll in the entirety of this game. I even checked. They were all closed, and I didn't close them until I posted a new one, and then it was gone. You saw Jason leading one poll. You have no idea what the rest of the poll results were. I try to keep what the reader's want in mind, but ultimately you submit to MY story. I arc what's next. If you don't like it, then don't read it. I do this cause it's fun. *Hair Flip*


Revenge is a sweet game, but if you play it be prepared for a bitter aftertaste.


Imogen Mercay-Ex Head GameMaker

I storm out of the room holding my traitorous son, and my whore of a future daughter in law. How could he do this to me? The girl is always out to get the mother. It's never a secret Bryley.

I touch my cheek in the spot where she slapped me. The hand can still be felt in the welt that has taken it's place. This is not going down without a fight. I'll show them. They think they can play the game? I invented this damn game. I invented this damn country.

I pull out my phone and dial my special friends number. He has remained loyal to me through everything. Even when my husband had "vanished." It probably helps that I've been screwing him since then.

"Hello?" says a husky voice on the phone that I know so well.

"Palo? It's Imogen."

"How can I help you today?"

"I need you to take care of two people for me." I say with a grin.

"Just give me the details baby." he says, and I can hear the grin forming on his face.


Everything in life comes at a cost. No one thing comes without the direct impact of another.


Clyde Averway-Semi Victor of the 17th Games

I wake up in a white room that has machines everywhere. I have wires connected to me all up and down my arms, and my head, and it just doesn't feel right. I turn to my left and see Katherine asleep, with the same assortment of wires and other things on her arms and head. She is knocked out cold, but I'm guessing she experienced some serious incident.

I turn over in my bed to try and get some sleep when I hear the door open. I assume it's one of the nurses, and just close my eyes and try to sleep.

I get a weird feeling though. I can't explain to you what it is, but it's telling me that something isn't right. I turn my head over, and see a man in all black standing over Katherine and playing with the wires on her.

"HEY!" I call out to him. He jumps upon seeing me awake in the room. "What do you think you're doing?"

Upon hearing my yelling Katherine awakes. She opens up her eyes and sees the strange man, and lets out a shriek that could wake all the other 22 dead tributes in that arena. She punches him in the nose and he falls to the ground. I rip all the wires out, and run towards the man on the ground. I sit down on top of him, but that's when I realize the pain that is shooting up into my arm.

I wasn't expecting ripping wires out to be so painful, but it caught me off guard. He was able to push me off, and run right back towards a screaming Katherine who has been pushing the panic button since she awoke. She has a look in her eyes of pure fear, of not knowing what's going on. Which honestly is a relief to me, because I can kind of see her as a human now.

The man is opening up her IV, and attempting to pour something in it. Something in Katherine seems to click though, and she snaps into action. She rips the wires out and jumps onto his back. He slams her into the wall and she falls down.

"Looks like we're doing this the hard way girly." says a husky voice.

I tackle him to the ground, and he falls over. Katherine quickly gets up and comes and stomps on his face. She does this twice, and after the second one he seems to be knocked out.

"Are you ok?" I ask breathing heavy

A nurse walks in and she begins covering her mouth and saying how sorry she was.

"Shut up!" screams Katherine at the nurse. "How the hell am I supposed to trust the security in this hospital when I was just almost murdered!?"

The nurse continues to spew out "I'm sorry Miss, so sorry." Katherine however has seemed to have enough of it.

"I want my clothes." she says walking out of the room.

I follow her down the hall to where I see a big circular desk. The walls that surround it are bright green, and the lady behind the desk is short. She has pale purple skin, and bright orange hair. Around her eyes look to be some sort of jeweled stud and she sits on the phone behind the counter.

Upon seeing us she jumps up and looks confused. "Ellie I'm going to have to call you back." she says into the phone. She hangs the phone up and looks back to us. "Can I help you two?" she ask.

"Yes, maybe if you weren't on your phone you would have noticed the psycho that came into our room attempting to kill me!" says Katherine angry towards the receptionist.

"I assure you miss, everyone that gets in this building signs in through this list."

I pick up the list, and I feel Katherine looking over my shoulder. Her head slightly rest down on it as she combs through the names.

"I think what my friend is trying to say is she would like her clothes." I tell the nurse after looking at every name and none of them ringing any bells. "I also would like mine."

"You still have two more days in the-"

"Maybe you're confused." says Katherine slamming her hand down on the counter. "I just won the Hunger Games. I know 65 different ways I can kill you just from staring at the objects you have on your desk, and I wouldn't even get in trouble. Want to know why? Cause I'm a victor."

The receptionist jumps up and runs to a closet that is on the right side of the room.

"Do you really know 65 ways to kill her?" I asked impress.

"I would only need two." she says holding up her hands. "Wait, how are you even here?!" she ask finally dawning on who I was.

"You got picked up and announced as Victor..I got left in the arena. The rebels tried to take me, but I ran for the ship, and slid onto it last second." I responded. "They cut out my tracker, so they thought I was dead."

She puts her head in her hands and frowns. "I would get the games that gets attacked by rebels." she says.

The nurse runs out of the closet manning two pairs of clothes. She hands one stack to Katherine and one to me.

"About time." says Katherine as she slides her pants on under her hospital gown. She takes off the gown after jeans are buttoned and throws it at the nurse. I blush and look away as she slides into a black v neck.

"Don't just stand there. Start getting ready. I want answers." she says as she bends down to tie her white sneakers.

I follow suit and slide the jeans on under the gown that I was wearing but pause before I take off the rest of the gown.

"You can't be serious." says Katherine dryly.

She sees that I'm not taking off the shirt until she turns around and rolls her eyes. She turns, and then tells the nurse to turn as well. I slip into a red v neck, and begin putting on my shoes.

"Red is your color." she says as she bends down to help me up.

We begin to walk down the main hallway when the nurse screams. We turn around and see the man running down the hall. Katherine braces herself for a fight, and I put my arm out in front of her, but he just runs by. The only thing I saw of him was the grey on his beard.

"If anyone was doing the protecting in that situation, it would have been me." says Katherine with a laugh as she pushes my arm down and begins to walk towards the main exit of the building.

"A thank you would be nice." I respond as I follow her.

"For what?" she scoffs as she continues walking.

I grab her by her shoulder and turn her around. She looks shocked at my forcefulness, but at the same time grabs my hand and flips me onto my back.

"If I hadn't helped you'd be dead by now." I say

"Fine. Thank you." she says getting her knee out of my back.

I get up, and continue to walk towards the exit. When we arrive there is a black car waiting for us at the entrance.

"Ms. Farrow, Mr. Averway." says a dark skinned man in a tuxedo

"Yes?" I respond cautiously.

"The president of Panem sent me to pick you up after the hospital called about your disturbance. He's asked that I drive you to his quarters."

"How do we know you're really taking us to the President?" ask Katherine.

"Because." says a voice that comes from the car. "I'm in the car."

The window rolls down and we see Bryley Featherly, President of Panem.


Even the prettiest of scenes can have a tragic foundation.


Katherine Farrow- Victor of the 17th Games

Clyde and I stand there shocked as we look at the man who runs the country. He motions us to get into the car, and the driver opens the door for us.

When we get into the car the president isn't the only one in the car. There is a small man, with sharp features, and blonde hair sitting next to him.

"Katherine, Clyde, my assistant Cornealious Snow."

The young man waves and goes back to typing on some sort of tablet as we take off to wherever we are going.

"So we have a lot to discuss." says President Featherly in a serious tone. "We can either wait for tomorrow, or we can do it now."

"I mean I'm awake now." says Clyde, to which the President chuckles in response.

"I guess let's get it over with." I respond as I pick up a piece of my hair and look at it. Oh my gosh, I can't wait for a shower.

Snow takes the tablet that he was typing on and flips it to where it stands vertical. He hands it to President Featherly, and sits back with his hands in his lap. He reminds me of a henchmen, or a servant almost. Very...invisible.

"So we announced Katherine as Victor when the games ended." says Featherly as he reads the notes on the tablet. I look over at Clyde who looks confused.

"In order for us to maintain that story, we have decided to make Clyde...disappear."

"Woah what?!" says Clyde as he sits straight up, with a shocked look on his face.

"Sir, if I may." says Snow as he straighten out his necktie on his suit. "We simply mean we need to reinvent you Clyde. We by no means plan on getting rid of you."

Clyde seems a little less fidgety after that remark and sits back down into his seat. I look at the two men in the car, and feel that nothing good however can come of this situation for Clyde.

"We will give you a new name, a new look, and new features." says Featherly as he holds up a picture of a blonde boy. He has a small nose, and striking features..he looks almost kind of like Axis…

A tear starts to well up in my eye as I remember my district partner who died less than a week ago. Has it really been that short of a time span since the games.

"That's supposed to be me?" says Clyde

"Yes." replies Featherly.

"Unfortunately your family thinks you're dead, as well as district 12. So you will be living in the Capitol. Fully funded by us of course."

My head perks up at that. That's not fair in the slightest. He never gets to see anyone he knows ever again, and he has to live somewhere he has probably hated his whole life. What kind of a reward is that? He's won just the same as me.

"Katherine you of course will return to District 1, and live out your victory there."

Drawing the line. Right there. That's not fair at all. After all this I'm still going back to my District. Still going back to people I hate, and still going back to my parents.

"Or we could do this." I say

Featherly and Snow look at me confused. Clyde glances sideways at me, and starts to give me a wide eyed look.

"Mr. President you watched me in my games, so I know you know how I play." I say, he nods in response, and Snow gives me a nervous look. "Clyde will go through the changing surgery or whatever it is, you will change his name identity, and all that stuff. He can even live in the Capitol." I say, "You will however move his family up here and tell them the situation."

"What makes you think we will agree to this?" says Snow coldly

I give him my famous, raised eyebrows look. "Then I'll announce to the world that Clyde is alive, and we can celebrate two victors for the 17th games." I respond.

"Or," responds Snow. "we could simply have you get involved in a little accident, and you could die, and Clyde can do exactly what we expect of him."

I sit back and cross my arms. I will not be intimidated by some lowly assistant. I look directly into the eyes of the President.

"Do it then." I respond.

"That's enough of that." says Featherly as he waves his hand. "Katherine I will see to it that your demands are met. Clyde we will fly your family out in the morning. We'll give your dad a promotion, and your mom can be a housewife. Sound agreeable?"

I nod in agreement, Clyde just looks at me wide eyed. The rest of the car is filled with them explaining to me my victory tour requirements. The talent I have to do, the interviews, the places I have to go. I don't listen though. I have no interest in it...this is just too much to fast.

Holding it together is always something I've been good at, especially in the course of tragedy. These games have brought out a different side of me, and I feel like I have to be so much stronger than what I'm used to. I have to look the part of a victor now. Look the part of a person who doesn't let the world get to them.

We arrive at the President's quarters, and it's huge. There is a long dirt road that leads up to the mansion. The dirt road is lined with bushes that are trimmed to look like the seal of Panem. When we arrive at the front of the house, there is a huge fountain that we circle around before we park at the front door.

The President's fiance is standing in the doorway with a smile as we exit the car. She is in a light pink silk nightgown with a light pink shawl over her shoulders.

She greets us with a wave as we walk towards the front door. "I've heard you two are quite the scrappers." she says jokingly as she welcomes us in.

Now, my family back in district 1 is rich, but his house can fit maybe 8 of mine in the front room alone.

The grand entrance to the house is lined with paintings that I've only seen in textbooks, sculptures from ancient Greece, and on a table in the very middle of the room sits a picture of Imogen Mercay, and baby Bryley Featherly.

The marble staircase looks never ending, and the chandelier looks like it cost more than 10 years wages in the diamond mines back home.

"Well, Cornealious will show you two to your rooms." says Featherly as he greets his wife with a hello kiss. "If you need anything don't be afraid to pick up the phone on your bedside table. It's connected to staff that are always available. If you don't have any more questions I'm off to sleep." he says with a smile.

I glance over at Snow and smile. "Well Snowy, looks like it's just you and us." I say sarcastically.

He rolls his eyes as he gestures for us to follow him. 120 stairs before we got to the top. I know because I counted.

Once we get to the top of the stairs, we arrive in a long hallway. It's lined with golden candlesticks, and more paintings that look very valuable. About halfway he shows us two rooms that are right next to each other.

"President Featherly had each room made up for you when he got the call from the hospital." says Snow as he open them up and reveals a lavish room. "I will be just down the hall if you need me." he starts to walk down the hall when Clyde calls for him. He turns around and looks at him.

"Is there anyway we can get towels sent up?" ask Clyde. "I really want to take a shower."

"Right away Mr. Averway." says Snow coldly before disappearing behind his own door.

"Thank you for your help in the car." says Clyde as I'm about to walk into my room door. "You didn't have to do that."

"We've both been through hell. At least you have family that's willing to help you after it." I say as I close the door.

I be sure to lock it, because I don't like how close that Snow character is to me. He gives me the creeps. I turn around and take in my new living chambers. It's a red, white, and pink theme just like my room back home. The bed is huge, and has a drapery from the top. I've always wanted one of those on my bed back home, but dad thought it was inappropriate and wouldn't let me. Even though apparently bringing a murderous wife back into our lives was appropriate.

I walk over to the bed when there is a knock at my door. I walk over to the tall wooden structure and open it to see Clyde standing with a towel.

"Uh, they brought them all to my room. In case you wanted to take a shower."

"Thanks." I respond as I take the towel.

"Uh, so..I'm gonna go now?" he says

"Probably what comes next." I respond.

He smiles as he turns around and heads back to his room.

"Good night Katherine."

"Good night Clyde."

I close the door and lock it again, and walk back to my bed and sit on the edge of it. I may not be in the most ideal situation, but it's good to know I have someone I can count on in this crazy road I have to go on. Clyde will be a good asset. A good...friend.

I pause at that word. I never have had one of those before. I mean I've had people that were scared of me. That doesn't count as friendships though.

I lean back on my bed, and close my eyes. The red, white, and pink drapes along the top of the bed is stunning to look at.


The next thing I know I wake up in the morning. It's 9 AM, and the sun is shining in through the giant window next to my bed. I stretch my arms up and yawn, and then notice a piece of paper that is sticking out from underneath my door.

I walk over to the door and pick up the piece of paper. I expect to see a note from the President or Clyde, but instead I freeze as I read the words that are written on the page.

We're coming for you Kat.

-The Patriots.

I run out of my room and bang on Clyde's door. He answers as he is putting a shirt, on with his hair a mess from the nights sleep he got. I hand him the note, and he looks at it.

It takes him a minute to register what it says on the note, but when he does his eyes widen, and he's instantly awake.

"What does this mean?" he ask "Who are the patriots?"

"I don't know but I-"

"Victors, I assume you'll be joining us for breakfast?" ask Snow as he walks down the hallway

I crumble the piece of paper in my hand, and stick in Clyde's pant pocket.

"Of course. We'll see you in a minute." I say

Clyde looks at me like he wants to tell about the note, but I nod my head. We watch as snow disappears down the hallway, and down the giant staircase.

"We can't tell them yet. This could be a joke. Or Snow himself." I say

"He doesn't even look like he would do this."

"Clyde, do I look like I would be a ruthless killer?"

He pauses as he stares me up and down, and then nods in agreement.

"Yeah, we shouldn't tell him." he say, "What should we do though."

"Go to breakfast, and act like everything's normal. You have a big day of surgery today."

I walk into my room and close the door, and walk over to the closet. I pick out a black romper, with the white keds I was wearing yesterday. I run my fingers through my hair and smile in the mirror.

"Hello Mr. President." I practice saying in the mirror. "Thank you for letting us join you for breakfast."

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I tried to make it more descriptive. We'll hear a little from Sadie next chapter, as well as the closing of this story. I still have some spots open for Journey to the Top. Feel free to look and decide to apply. If I've not gotten back to you, don't worry, I've read all the submissions I've gotten.

What do you think of Snow ?

Is Paolo going to come back and try and strike again?

What do you think will happen between Clyde and Katherine?

Keep it classy,

Caleb