Chapter 17: Scipio MacAllister

A/N: Another one of the Careers from Two! Enjoy Scipio:)

Katniss gazed at the boy's seemingly calm expression. Behind him, Draco sneered while Ragnar and Reyna glanced warily. "What did he do?" she asked.

Peeta shrugged. "Don't know. But seven kills seems like a lot. Well, compared to Woof and me, at least."

"Was he alive during the Quell?"

Peeta shook his head. "No, Effie didn't give us his Hunger Games tape. Not sure what happened to him, though."

There was nothing much the pair could say about Scipio so they had a moment of silence for the boy who always got his revenge on others.

Scipio MacAllister

District Two

Aged 18

7 Kills

TEN TIMES SCIPIO GOT HIS REVENGE

1.

District Two was a mountainous district. That meant that to get around, many people, including the MacAllisters, relied on bicycles. It took Scipio twenty minutes to get to his school by bicycle since his village was so far up the mountains. It took way longer by foot. So, when his idiotic neighbour Shaka decided to toss his bike down the side of the mountain, he was absolutely livid. Shaka was twice as big as him and a lot more muscular. He was, after all, a powerful sixteen-year-old from the Career Academy while Scipio, well he was just a ten-year-old boy. He made a good target, because what could he possibly do? "I'm gonna make him pay," Scipio seethed, his boots caked in mud as he entered the gates of his school, very much late. He got detention and a good beating as a consequence but he was a Two. The pain usually alluded him. No, Scipio was busy scheming. Scheming on how to get his revenge on that dirtbag Shaka. He grabbed his trusty journal and began plotting. He ruled out the extreme methods, such as straight-up stabbing Shaka or poisoning his lunch. He didn't want to get shot in the head by peacekeepers, after all. He also ruled out the impossible. He couldn't sabotage his bike since it was so safely guarded in his large house, a beast compared to Scipio's measly bungalow. Scipio snapped his pencil in half, scowling at his lack of ideas.

Harald slid next to him during lunch. Scipio had known Harald since they were five, and the pair had gotten into some serious mischief together, including burning the teacher's desk, stealing bread from the bakery and dying the principal's hair while he was asleep (they never got caught for that one, which was great, because he threatened to kill the culprits). Harald flashed a cheeky smirk. "You look like you've been beaten by an outlier. What happened?"

Scipio went ahead and explained his predicament as Harald listened with rapt attention. "So there," Scipio spat. "I want revenge and I can't get it!" He threw his hands into the air in frustration. "I hate Shaka! I just want to wipe that stupid smirk off his bloody face!"

Harald tapped his spoon against his chin thoughtfully. "Huh, I see. How about a bucket of water over him in front of the trainers?"

Scipio shook his head. "I'm not allowed anywhere near him in the Academy."

"How about in front of his little brothers? You know, they always love to tease him."

Scipio shook his head again. "Their mother grounded them for a month. I want revenge now!" He slammed his fist against the table in desperation, forming a small crack. Not that anyone would mind. Twos never quite knew their own strength. Besides, which idiot builds a table with wood in Two? It was bound to be broken by angry Careers-in-training withing weeks if not days.

Harald's eyes lit up. "How about in front of the popular girls?"

Scipio considered this. Shaka had always been a flirt, especially with the popular girl cliques in school, who simply adored him. But if he could make him look stupid, well, the tables would turn. A wicked smile appeared on Scipio's face. "Let's do it."

A week later, Shaka was howling in rage, drenched from head to toe, as the queen bee of the school, Tatiana, nearly split her sides laughing. In fact, the entire school had witnessed this spectacle and began to pelt him with food to add to his misery. As Shaka screamed and ran off, tears welling in his eyes, Scipio sat back, arms folded, a smirk on his face. "Revenge is sweet."

2.

It should've been Scipio. He had been chosen to volunteer, not Samurai! He should've been District Two's youngest Victor to date, he had shown the trainers just as much! He was the fastest runner, fastest swimmer, had the fastest reflexes, beat everyone in a wrestling match, bested even Draco in a sword-fighting and spear-throwing match, had the highest IQ, was the best archer, could start fires and make snares and even specialised in weapons like shurikens, gauntlets, kusarigamas, bolas and tridents. His trainers declared that he was the perfect tribute! They had warned everyone else not to volunteer, shame that bumbling bimbo Samurai wasn't a good listener and decided to raise his hand before Scipio could and volunteer. As he walked up to the stage, he gave Scipio a good, long smirk, revelling in Scipio's fury. Scipio screamed with rage and had to be held down by Harald and several other boys. If they hadn't done so, he would've stormed up on stage and bashed Samurai's head until his brains fell out. When Samurai and Spear were brought into the Justice Building, Scipio managed to visit Samurai, since he didn't have any friends or much family in the first place. He seethed with rage, balling his fists at the sight of Samurai, the boy who had stolen his books only a month ago, relaxing on the chair, whistling calmly. He lunged at him and stomped on his foot. Samurai howled in pain and the peacekeepers dragged Scipio out, kicking and screaming, before giving him five lashes. He didn't care. That stomp had been hard enough to break a toe and cause a lot of pain when Samurai entered the arena. He could've been given painkillers to deal with the pain, but no, the dumbo chimpanzee flat out refused, claiming it was nothing during his interview. Scipio knew better though. The pain wasn't too bad initially. But days of neglect and straining finally caught up to him, when Galloper chased him down and impaled his neck with a spear. To further his revenge, Scipio even sponsored both Galloper and that hopeless romantic Woof. Samurai went down a nobody, an Academy embarrassment, while Scipio stared smugly when his corpse arrived home in Two. "That's what you get for stealing my thunder. Well, you tried, and you failed. Goodbye, Samurai," he whispered when he visited his grave one day. "Revenge is sweet."

3.

The following year, Draco warned against any surprise volunteers. He claimed that anyone who tried to pull a stunt like Samurai would not be mentored and would receive zero sponsors. Scipio smiled at this. He was going into the Hunger Games! When the escort asked for volunteers, his hand immediately shot up and he screamed at the top of his lungs, "I VOLUNTEER!" before bounding up the steps excitedly. His district partner, Bellatrix was a girl from the Career Academy known for her craziness. She wasn't a problem. In fact, they got along pretty well.

Sadly, Scipio couldn't say the same about the boy from Four. Stream. What a stupid name. The minute the Twos arrived at the Tribute Centre, Stream marched towards them and demanded entry into the Career pack. "I'm strong," he bragged, flexing his muscles, which in comparison to Scipio's were laughably puny. "And I can use a spear!"

Scipio scoffed. "Fat chance. You know Draco hates Fours. We're not allowed to let you guys into the pack."

Stream scowled. "Eh, whatever. Don't need you bozos anyway."

Scipio fumed. He gave him a withering glare. "What did you just call us?"

Stream rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically. "Bozos, dumbass. Are you deaf or something? Maybe you're a bit slow in the upstairs?"

"Hey!" Bellatrix called out, reaching for a sharp rock at her feet. "Show some respect for the elite tributes, will you?"

Stream shook his head calmly. "Nah, I think I'll pass on that one. Also, elite tributes, really? This guy?" He made a face at Scipio.

Scipio grabbed Stream by the collar. Marina, the first Victor, rushed up and pulled Stream away as he tried to retaliate. "Stream!" she barked. "Get away from them!" Scipio didn't like Marina, but he had a begrudging respect for her. She was the first Victor, after all.

Stream chuckled cheekily. "That dude? Even a Twelve could take him down!"

Scipio gnashed his teeth as Ragnar began pulling him back too. Stream's nonchalant attitude reminded him way too much of Shaka and Samurai. "You better watch out! You're going down!"

During training, Stream was insufferable. He would yell at the Careers, calling them stupid, spreading ridiculous rumours. "Did you know that Scipio is scared of the dark? Ooh, he gets terrified at night!" He even tried to draw the Ones away from the Career pack. That only ended with the Ones pushing him away. When Bartomeus interviewed him, he simply shrugged at his every question until old Barty began talking about Scipio. Then his face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh, him? Ah, he's cannon fodder, that one. He'll be just another tribute, no question about that."

Bartomeus raised his eyebrows. "You seem confident."

Stream relaxed on the couch. "Ah, Barty, you won't know how pathetic someone is until you meet 'em!" Scipio seethed, but he told himself to stay patient. Stream would be dead soon enough.

Stream stood two pedestals to Scipio's left, eyes fixated on a large sword at the heart of the Cornucopia. Scipio, however, prized a small knife not too far away. The fancy weaponry could wait. Stream's death couldn't. After all, revenge came first. The gong rang. Scipio burst forward and stopped up the knife before charging straight at Stream. To his right, Bellatrix had slashed the girl from Four's throat. Good. Time to eliminate the district altogether. Stream was so focused on the sword, he didn't even notice Scipio charging at him like a bull in a china shop. Scipio crashed into him and began stabbing him at random. Blood started squirting everywhere. Not that it mattered. Scipio wasn't squeamish at the sight of blood. Stream screamed and begged for mercy but Scipio did not recognise that word. What the heck was mercy? It was such a foreign term. Meaningless in the proud Career's mind. No, the schools in District Two had never taught that word before. All Scipio knew was that Stream had to suffer as a consequence for his actions. He stabbed and stabbed, until Stream lay almost dead, bloodied and mangled. He grinned and stood up to leave, leaving Stream to suffer a slow, painful death. "Revenge is sweet," he chuckled, going for his next victim.

4.

The girl from Seven pissed Scipio off. First of all, who names their kid Lumberjill? It was her mother's job, but so what? No one in Two was named 'Career' or 'Peacekeeper'. It was utterly stupid. But in his eyes, she hadn't deserved revenge yet. No, the turning point came much later, on the second day of training. He had just finished mortally traumatising the boy from Ten and was moving on to Lumberjill, quietly making a fire by herself. He tried to intimidate her, but she didn't cry. She didn't even look a tiny bit afraid, scared of his power and might. Instead, she told him, "Go away, Two."

Scipio blinked, confused. She was pulling another Jill Wilson! It wasn't working a second time, that was for sure. Scipio sneered. "Oh really? Why should I?"

Lumberjill sighed exasperatedly. "You're just another tribute. Jill told me to stay strong. And that's what I'm doing. Besides, you lot are a disgrace to the districts of Panem. Volunteering for the Games? Pathetic!"

Scipio pushed her back, but she barely flinched. "You dare insult me?" he whispered, his voice colder than death.

Lumberjill bit her lip and glared at him, trying to look intimidating. Scipio couldn't hold back a snicker. Her fourteen-year-old face attempting an intimidating look, it wasn't even a little scary. It was adorable! "Stay away from me, Two," she hissed, sounding ridiculous. "Or I'll get Jill to smash you with a violin."

That was it. Scipio burst into peals of laughter. "Oh, is that so? Well then, little Lumberjill, tell Jill that I can easily smash her puny violin to pieces!" Secretly though, he vowed revenge on this insane upstart. But she was brave. Idiotic, yes, but courageous. Her death would be quick.

Scipio got up and searched for Lumberjill. Lustre from One was smashing her district partner's head with a rock. Great, the girl from One, was butchering the drug addict boy from Six. He was only half-conscious anyway. Then, he spotted her. Making a run for it with a backpack and an axe. He smirked and flung his knife. It lodged into her back and she let out a choked gasp before falling to the ground. Not the flashiest kill, but one she deserved. "Ah, revenge is sweet."

5.

Okay, so Stream and Lumberjill had gotten on his nerves. But the boy from Five? Ugh, even worse. During the Tribute Parade, he'd laughed at his knight costume, despite the fact that he was dressed as a lightbulb. "Nice costume, Scippy!" he teased, giggling and laughing. While Scipio and his Career pack were busy discussing how best to kill Stream during lunch, the boy, Lymit, stood on his table and shouted, "Scipio is a jerk! Who's with me?" Stream and Lumberjill's hands shot right up. A couple of other nervous tributes did so too, albeit rather hesitantly. But the message was loud and clear. Scipio stared. For once, he didn't feel anger. No, he felt something else. A light tingle. Sadness? No. Scipio shook it off angrily. He was angry! He was! He grabbed his plate and flung it at Lymit. He dodged and the plate went smashing into the wall. The cooks cried out in a mixture of shock and annoyance. Lymit, on the other hand, just stuck his tongue out like a little kid. "You missed, Two!" he giggled. Scipio roared in rage and so did Bellatrix, but no sooner had they done so, the peacekeepers had already come to restrain them. Lymit was led away, probably to Shocker, the fool who'd betrayed the trust of the pack. Since then, the Careers became wary of admitting outsiders into the pack.

Scipio slammed his knife into the table. "Can I snap his neck?" he suggested.

Lustre grinned. "Only if I don't do it first!"

AS Scipio went for his private session, Lymit threw a bottle at his foot, hard enough to bruise it a little. Scipio winced but didn't react much. He simply glared at Lymit, who smiled innocently, miming praying, and Scipio trudged off to see the Gamemakers, channelling all his anger and frustration into his display for the Gamemakers. He was losing his patience with little Lymit and he made sure they knew just how furious he was. He sliced off a dummy so brutally even the Head Gamemaker seemed a little nervous. To them, Scipio had turned into a wild beast. Who knows, maybe if he died, they'll make a Scipio mutt of some sort? But whatever the case, he could proudly say that he thoroughly deserved that score of eleven, much more than Bellatrix deserved her ten.

The interviews were no better. Lymit spent the whole time goading him and Bellatrix. "Ooh, they're wimps! Stream told me, they're scared of the dark!" He paused to let out a small hiccup. "Hardly smacks of a powerful, lethal killing machine, right?" The audience seemed to nod in agreement. Scipio let out a shout of protest but was shushed by Mags. That lousy hag Mags. That disgrace of a Victor. What right did she have to shush him? He opened his mouth again but Ragnar glared at him and he got the message: shut up. Scipio sulked as Lymit went on and on about how the Careers were so stupid for volunteering and blah blah blah... Scipio knew exactly how he was going to kill Lymit. His revenge knew no limits, after all.

Scipio grabbed the sword Stream had been running for. He glanced around the Cornucopia, searching for the measly twelve-year-old from Five. Great had slashed the girl from Ten's throat. The girl from Six was choking the boy from Twelve with the straps of her backpack. Not bad, morphling addict, Scipio thought. Lustre was chasing after the boy from Eleven with a spear. Then, he heard Bellatrix call for him. After Lustre impaled the banana farmer from Eleven, the entire Career pack gathered around Bellatrix. In her clutches was young Lymit, sobbing and letting out muffled screams for his mother. His left arm was gone, slashed up and used to gag him. Scipio sneered, twirling his sword around. Lymit's eyes widened as he squirmed in Bellatrix's grasp, trying to break free. Scipio began carving the little boy up, the other Careers cheering him on as he went. By the time he was done with Lymit, all that remained was a red blob of nothing. He'd skinned him alive and well, the rest was brutal by even some Capitolian standards. Scipio laughed and exclaimed, "Revenge is sweet, ain't that right, Lymit?" As expected, Lymit didn't respond.

Bellatrix hollered with glee. "Nice one, Scipio! That boy was weak! I mean, he was an autist with Tourettes. Pathetic!"

Scipio stopped himself, gaping at her. "Wait what?"

Bellatrix giggled, chucking knives at what was once Lymit. "He's got autism, Tourettes and schizophrenia. An unbelievable disgrace of a tribute, if you ask me."

Scipio glanced back at Lymit, and all of a sudden, he started feeling nauseous. The poor boy hadn't known what he was doing! He couldn't have known! He was just a ditzy, playful little boy! There and then, Scipio felt horrible. He dropped his sword. "Gosh..."

Bellatrix eyed him warily. "Uh, Scipio?"

Scipio shook his head. "Uhh, nothing. Let's move on. The hovercrafts will, uh, be here soon."

6.

The boy from Eight was a twat. He'd stolen his knife! His bloody knife! And how, you might ask, did Scipio know this? Oh, the knife was in Stitch's back pocket, just waiting for Scipio to notice! "Hey!" he boomed, snatching the knife.

Stitch's eyes widened. "I-it wasn't me!" he pleased, but his attempts to lie were futile.

"What do you mean? It's literally in your back pocket!" Scipio roared, holding the knife at Stitch's throat.

"S-somebody p-put it t-there!" Stitch stammered, tears streaming down his cheeks. "P-please! It really w-wasn't m-me!"

Scipio growled as once again the peacekeepers held him back. This time, though, he protested. "He stole my knife!" he shouted. "Stitch stole my knife! Punish him or something!" The peacekeepers merely responded that there wasn't sufficient proof. Also, it was just a knife, they said. But it was more than just a knife. The fact that he'd been so effortlessly able to steal it from Scipio, it was humiliating! It disgraced him as a Career tribute! He vented his frustration at Draco, who seemed equally annoyed.

"Kill him," Draco ordered. "Restore Two's pride!"

Stitch wasn't very bright either. When Bartomeus interviewed him about the incident, he grumbled that Scipio was an idiot if he believed he would dare to steal his knife. Scipio seethed with rage when Stitch said 'idiot'. Oh, he was going to show Stitch who the real idiot was!

Scipio lagged behind the rest of the Careers. It was the third day. After eleven tributes had died in the Bloodbath, the pack had found and killed the boy from Three and the girl from Twelve. Scipio hadn't taken part in any of the tortures, the brutal murders, none of it. He no longer wanted any of it, especially not after Lymit. Bellatrix was still the most hyped up murderer, gleefully subjecting her victims to horrific deaths. Scipio merely stared at his district partner in a mixture of worry and disgust. Worry because she was his strongest opponent, the pair from One being nothing more than a pair of pampered, spoiled brats as usual. Disgust because well, she didn't quite seem to value human life. He finally understood Stream's cries for mercy. Mercy. It was a beautiful thing unknown in a place like Panem. But in an arena like this, he couldn't show mercy, could he? After all, he was still expected to be the ultimate revenge killer. They wandered through the berry garden, on the prowl for tributes. So far, three tributes had died after eating the wrong berries. Thankfully for Scipio, he knew a thing or two about survival, so he made sure that they ate only the right berries. The pack pushed through a thick bush, and beyond it lay Stitch, the boy from EIght. Scipio grimaced. He knew what he would be forced to do. Kill Stitch. He purposely stepped on a twig with a loud crunch, hoping to alert Stitch. It succeeded and Stitch tried to make a run for it. "GET HIM!" Bellatrix screeched, her voice devoid of any humanity, much like Draco, Scipio realised. The man was nothing but trouble. Scipio grabbed a knife and sent it flying straight into Stitch's neck. The cannon boomed. Bellatrix groaned. "We should've tortured him! Scipio, why didn't you aim for his leg or something?" She folded her arms crossly and glared at Scipio.

Scipio huffed. "I, uh, missed."

Bellatrix tapped her foot impatiently. "Well, aren't you going to say something about revenge?" she prompted.

Scipio raised an eyebrow, but then got the message. "Uh, yeah, err, revenge is sweet and all."

It really wasn't.

7.

Bellatrix was getting on his nerves. Scipio could only watch in horror as she carved up the poor girl from Three as she begged for mercy. "Please, my sister, she's five! She's watching this!" she stammered. "And my mother! She's a depressed alcoholic! I don't want her to commit suicide! Just end me quickly! AARGH!" She screamed as Bellatrix squished her knife around in her stomach. Scipio grimaced. The girl's family was probably already halfway to the noose, ready to end it all.

"Just kill her, Bellatrix!" he roared, stomping his foot.

Bellatrix frowned. "You know, Scipio, ever since Lymit, you've been acting strange."

Scipio guffawed humourlessly. "Me? You're the one butchering little kids and laughing about it!" He whipped out his knife, rage blinding him. He was ready to take down Bellatrix for lying to him about Lymit, and for being such a berserk jerk.

Bellatrix held her knife out at him, ready for a fight. "Oh, so it's gonna be like that now, huh? Take this, coward!" Before the Ones could stop her, she made a crazed lunge at Scipio. She was so crazed, in fact, that she didn't realise she'd left her chest exposed. Thunk! She fell to the ground, Scipio's knife wedged in her chest. Two cannons boomed, one for Bellatrix, and the other for the girl from Three. Scipio gasped, horrified at what he'd done. He'd killed his own district partner! Was it out of revenge? It didn't matter.

"Oh gosh..." he gasped.

The Ones seemed alarmed, but they soon started applauding. "Impressive, Scipio," Lustre whistled. "Now, let's continue, shall we? Don't worry, I can claim ll the kills. And besides, I kinda have to agree with you. She was insane."

8.

Lustre soon got on his nerves too. Only one outlier remained after two had died of berry poisoning. The boy from Nine. They'd planned on tracking him down, killing him, then having a fair fight between the remaining three. But Lustre, oh he was testing Scipio's patience! "You know," Lustre pointed out. "You Twos aren't so great. Only three Victors? Really? You've been Careers far longer than us! Come on!"

Scipio scowled at him. "Watch it, One."

Lustre laughed. "Yeah, sure, 'revenge killer'. Say, do you guys ever kill anyone in training?"

Scipio shook his head. "No, why?"

Lustre seemed surprised. "Really? You guys are always so cocky, I'd have thought killing your sibling or something was a rite of passage."

Scipio balled his fists. "Don't insult District Two."

Lustre snickered. "What, are you challenging me? The most handsome tribute in the history of the Hunger Games? You're just a guy drowned in guilt for being a cold-blooded murderer!"

Scipio unsheathed his knife. "I only make revenge kills, Lustre."

Lustre grinned. "Oh, really? Because Stitch didn't steal your knife."

Scipio baulked. "What?"

"Oh, I swiped it, then put it in his back pocket. And he didn't even realise!" Beside him, Great laughed nervously. She was smarter. She knew what was to happen.

Scipio paled. No, he'd violated his own code. Only make revenge kills! That hadn't been one! In his head, he could hear Stitch's screams and pleas of innocence, repeating over and over again...

"GAAHHH!" He stabbed Lustre over and over again, not even stopping when the cannon boomed. Great screamed and ran for her life, and Scipio realised that if he could catch up with her, he could very well go home. After all, the boy from Nine wasn't a real threat, was he?

9.

As Scipio dashed through the garden, he heard a loud scream of agony in the distance. He turned and saw the boy from Nine being swarmed by colossal locust mutts with monkey heads and sharp stingers. "HELP!" he screeched. Scipio looked away. It didn't take long for his cannon to fire.

"Only one tribute left..." he murmured, bursting through a thick hedge. Great had finally run out of breath and so had he. Their knives were drawn, ready for the grand finale.

Great had the audacity to sneer. "You know, you're just like Reyna."

Scipio laughed. "Yeah, we'll both be Victors!"

Great shook her head, snickering. "No, you're both weak. You're a disgrace to your district." Then, she perked up. "Oh, reminds me, I was the one who told Stream, Lumberjill and Lymit to try to intimidate you. I was hoping you'd die in the Bloodbath, but oh well."

Steam erupted from Scipio's ears. Hardly any of his kills were revenge kills! The once-proud Career now stood disbelievingly and gaped at Great, who was smiling wickedly. He understood why Reyna, Shocker and Marina had all seemed messed up after winning. There was no pride in a victory. Only endless pain and guilt. But if he was to go home, he was going home with one, final revenge kill. The pair charged at one another. Great was a great fighter, but she was no match to a highly pissed off and determined Scipio. It didn't take long for him to slash off her wrists, taking her knives with them and plunge his knife into her chest. Boom! The cannon sounded and the trumpets rang, but Scipio didn't care. He was too busy getting his message across. "Hey Draco!" he yelled. The cameras would all be pointed at him so Draco would obviously be listening. "You're a messed up bitch, you know that right? Screw you and your stupid Academy!"

10.

Draco never quite forgave Scipio. "You were supposed to be the new pride of Panem!" he roared. "You're nothing but a disgrace!"

Scipio scoffed. "Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?"

"If you don't perform up to expectations," a new voice emerged. Behind Draco, Snow walked in. His aura of sheer evil made Scipio uncomfortable. "We will have your entire family and Harald's executed."

Scipio turned pale. "Wh-what? Why Harald's?"

"For extra motivation," Draco sneered.

Scipio gulped, but he didn't have much of a choice. For the next fifty years or so, he would play the proud Career role in front of the cameras, but when the show was over, he spent his time scheming with Marina and Ragnar, trying to find a way to assault the Capitol. He proved especially useful considering his huge fanbase. "Yeah, there are pods all over this square," he pointed out on a map. That was how Scipio could help. Point out the pods in and around the Capitol and created holos for Thirteen. Even though he didn't live to see it, he would finally get his revenge when one fine day, the rebels stormed into the Capitol and overtook Snow's mansion, the Mockingjay at the helm. As Katniss stood ready for Snow's execution, a gust of wind blew across the Capitol, and some would even go on to claim that they heard Scipio's most iconic line: "Revenge is sweet."

Haymitch returned. "Ah, Scippy!" he grinned. "You know, he made the holos by himself!"

Katniss blinked. "Really? Him?"

Haymitch nodded. "The Careers aren't so brutal deep inside, you know."

"I guess he was a hero, then. That holo saved our lives," Peeta remarked as he flipped the page. The next Victor was a short girl with a mane of red hair and hollow cheeks. She seemed a little dazed as she reached for the microphone that was positioned far too high for her to reach. "Gwendolyn Whitfield."

VICTORS

District 1-Sapphire Huntington(4), Onyx Hibonite(9), Franc Montgomery(14)

District 2-Ragnar Sveinsson(5), Reyna Boudicca(6), Draco Hadley(10), Scipio MacAllister(17)

District 3-Nikola Johnson(13)

District 4-Marina Bluebell(1), Mags Flanagan(11)

District 5-Shocker Crimson(8)

District 7-Hassan Greenwood(2), Jill Wilson(15)

District 8-Woof Casino(16)

District 10-Ringo Alvarez(7)

District 11-Orchid Bloom(12)

District 12-Axel Millar(3)

A/N: So that was Scipio, our revenge killer! I hope you enjoyed that and as usual, don't forget to review and tell me what you think! Stay tuned for Gwendolyn, District Nine's first ever Victor!