Chapter 39: Julia Dawson

A/N: Warning: This story contains a character who believes in Nazism. If you are uncomfortable with that, pls skip this chapter. I do not share any of Julia's views and do not endorse them. Don't take anything in this story too seriously as this is just a fanfiction and if you feel that at any point of the story I went too overboard just PM me and I will try to fix it as soon as possible. Thank you for your understanding.

P. S. This arena was loosely based on Dallol in Ethiopia, minus the scorching heat, of course.

P.S.S I haven't been updating in a while because of schoolwork and I was planning to finis h up as soon as I finished my work but while rushing through an essay on Women's Suffrage I sprained my fingers and it worsened after a music lesson so forgive me if there are some spelling errors here and there.

The pair continued to scowl at Julia, disgusted by her salute. "What did she call herself? A Nazi?" Katniss spat. "Either way, she was despicable."

"Agreed," Peeta murmured, giving the girl a hard stare. "Killing people because of their skin colour? That's just cruel."

"I hope she and Draco didn't survive," Katniss declared. "They're just as bad as President Snow, maybe even worse, considering they're from the Districts and were born as tormenters."

"I wonder, though, what happened to her? That made her like this, I mean," Peeta raised an eyebrow, deep in thought.

Katniss shrugged. "Maybe it was her parents? I mean, the fact that she was even chosen as the volunteer..." She shook her head in dismay.

"Draco looks like he regrets it, though," Peeta noted. "I guess he was just desperate for a Victor to end their eleven-year winless streak."

"Still, that's no excuse for choosing her," Katniss mumbled. "Her as a normal citizen is bad enough, but her as a Victor? She's got privileges that no one else has. Now she can torment others freely since she's a Career Victor and all."

"Yeah," Peeta sighed. "Nazis are the last thing Panem needs. She's the one Victor we can all agree should not have survived the arena. Besides Draco too, I mean."

Julia Dawson

District 2

Aged 18

9 Kills

Draco disliked her but he had no other choice. Eleven years without a Victor, how embarrassing! Year after year, some witty outliers like Birch or Porter or some other Career bastard like Geneva or Rafael would mess the whole thing up. Besides, he was sick and tired of President Snow sending him District Two memes late at night. Ugh, those were humiliating! He didn't understand why all the other Victors seemed so unbothered by this, except Freya, of course. She was forever loyal to their great and wonderful paradise of a nation. This was a matter of pride! Of District happiness! And that extra bonus he got whenever a Career from Two won didn't hurt either! He slammed his fist against his desk, smashing it into half. Screaming in frustration, he seethed. There was only one option. He hadn't wanted to do it, since the girl was so freaking crazy and psychotic, but he was left with no choice. Draco marched over to the house of Julia Dawson, the strongest, most fearsome and cunning child of Reaping age in the District, and named her as this year's volunteer. Cue the parties. Cue the screams of joy. Cue the congratulations from her parents. They all gave each other that stupid Nazi salute and shouted, "Heil Hitler!" Draco rolled his eyes as he quickly left the scene, not wanting to be associated with such madness and such foolishness. He was sinister, but at least he didn't judge a person by the colour of their skin! He had identified numerous strong people whose skin was not white, and look! He got Hercules, a Capitolian favourite and a massive celebrity, even if he did have ADHD and hung out far too much with that wimp of a 'Victor' Reyna! He braced himself for long years of Nazi nonsense from Julia, sure to be their District's next Victor.

Scipio was appalled by her. He didn't understand how anyone could behave in such a manner! Her snarls, her growls and furious jabs as she faced off the coloured trainees, it was simply appalling. He understood none of her stupid remarks about defending the Aryan race and blah blah blah. What the Aryan race was, he had absolutely no idea. As far as the revenge Victor was concerned, there were only two races in the entirety of Panem: Capitolian and District. Nothing in between, no sub-groups, no minority races, nothing. Just those two, simple as that. He had tried to change her mind, to get her to snap out of it, believe it or not. But all he had gotten in return was a smack in the head with the butt of Julia's spear, along with some scintillating accusations about his 'racial betrayal'. He sighed. There was nothing he could do about it. Draco had identified her, and his word was law. Desperation had beaten the crazed Victor's rational thinking. That much was certain as Julia fuelled Agrippa, a fierce, dark-skinned girl with an intensive knowledge of the Games. She had studied them ever since she was young and had grown up to be the best seventeen-year-old at fighting in the entire District. She would almost certainly volunteer next year, for sure. And according to Agrippa, she couldn't wait for that sweet moment. But what she could wait for, was the beating to the head that she got, courtesy of Julia's club as the pair took a water break. Scipio rushed forward. "Hey! What was that for? he demanded, glaring at a nonchalant Julia.

"Just defending our race against scum like her," she replied, giving her stupid salute. Several other kids did the same, booing and jeering at Agrippa, but Scipio didn't see. He was already running to alert the medics! Besides, he'd already seen such instances happen before. The influence Julia had as a powerful trainee and potential Victor was simply immense. The volunteers always got showered with praise for their bravery. They even got their own grand cemetery if they died. And Julia was no different. Children idolised her, brainwashed by her wrongful teachings. One day, the revenge Victor vowed. We'll all get revenge on Nazis like her for brainwashing their children's minds. And it will be sweet. Very sweet indeed!

Reyna wished Julia had never existed. She looked out at the sea of excited children gathered in front of the Justice Building and wondered how the heck it had escalated to this. Thousands of people raised banners and waved flags, a sight not seen in any other District, with the names of the two confirmed volunteers on them: Galvarino Elliott and Julia Dawson. The crowd whooped and cheered as the escort climbed onto the stage, waving her hands wildly like a rock star. Reyna gritted her teeth. Julia would be volunteering this year and that girl was pure evil and contempt all over. There was an incident, just a few weeks ago, when a boy named Buck Takahashi, one Julia had always deemed to be 'inferior', disappeared in the middle of the night. Two days later, his body was found hung on a cross on the peak of a mountain about thirty miles away from Buck's town, the same mountain where Julia's village sat perched upon. There was never any evidence found linking her to it, but Reyna knew it was Julia. She could smell it off that smirk on her face when the news broke out. Oh, why did their already bad District have to deal with kids like her? She was simply horrific even by Career standards. But here they were, at the Reaping, and yet, people still cheered her on like she was their glorious saviour or something like that. A sixteen-year-old girl was Reaped but Julia was quick to take her spot, screaming the words, "I VOLUNTEER!" as loud as she could before practically prancing up the stage as the crowd roared and cheered her name. But this year, not everyone was cheering. Many of Buck's close friends and those who knew what she was like remained silent, glowering at her like she was this weird alien that had come to ruin their lives. In a way, she was. Reyna shook her head sadly as Julia introduced herself to the overjoyed escort, before, as Reyna had predicted, she gave her signature salute, shouting, "Heil Hitler!" Reyna had no clue who Hitler was, or what she was even shouting. But it must have some sort of sinister meaning, because the frowns on the faces of Buck's family deepened, their faces getting angrier by the minute. However, many of the District children were ignorant to this and repeated her salute.

"Heil Hitler!" they screamed, the utmost pomp and pride in their innocent voices. Reyna sighed. When will this stupid District ever learn? There was nothing good about the damn Games! She scanned the crowd for Blenda and Lyme, hoping they weren't swept up by Julia's influence too. Thankfully, they weren't. They had known Buck since it was common knowledge that he had a huge crush on both of them. Now, they were heartbroken that they had never known this themselves, and stood there, biting their lips, cross glares at Buck's murderer. As Galvarino joined her on the stage, to even louder cheers, Reyna had a strong urge to leave the stage. This District made her sick.

Hercules knew she was trouble when she walked in. Literally, the girl had the most punchable face in Panem. Everything about her and all her stupid Nazism, it sickened him to the core. When she boarded the train and saw him, she flinched and balled her fists. "Get away from me, you freak!" she hissed.

Hercules rolled his eyes. His dark skin had never been a problem until now. He certainly wasn't budging to this foolish little girl. "Oh, yeah?" he muttered. "And why should I?" He suddenly became aware of an ant climbing the wall of the dining car and turned to it, suddenly fascinated. Then he snapped back to attention and continued glaring at her, waiting for her response.

Julia snarled, baring her sharp, pearly white teeth. "You have no place in this society, n-" She used a word unfamiliar to Hercules, but one which Scipio reacted violently towards. Later, he would learn from Scipio that it was once used in ancient pre-Panem societies as a derogatory word for dark-skinned people like him. But as society became more united, the word faded out of memory rapidly, but not completely.

Scipio grabbed her by the collar. "Don't you dare call him that!" he growled.

Julia stared at him indignantly. "I have the right to call him whatever I want! I'm a tribute, I have my rights! Now get your grubby hands off of me!"

Scipio seethed, but Hercules placed a hand on his shoulder. "Let it go, I know when I'm not wanted, Scippy."

Scipio frowned. "You sure? I could beat her into a pulp, you know."

"Hey!" Julia protested.

"Listen, it's fine, really," Hercules told him before he left for his room, locking himself in and making sure he only came out after Julia had finished her dinner and was in her room. "That girl's got issues," he murmured, stunned that such an attitude even existed in Panem. "Best not to get involved. Oh, look! A fly!"

Geneva wished she hadn't been chosen as mentor, just so that she could avoid meeting Julia. Sterling, Sapphire, Crystal and Luxe weren't seen as good potential mentors by the two snooty noble kids, which, once upon a time, had been her and Sceptre. That left her, Franc and Onyx. Such a shame Magnifico had chosen her. The train ride, complete with him rambling on and on about why the Ashton family was superior to the Coopers, had been bad enough. But the Career alliance meeting once they arrived? Even worse. She, along with Onyx, Draco, Freya, Timmy and Mags gathered at the train platform with their tributes to discuss the alliance. It was an annual tradition, plus a chance to assess the Fours, who hadn't been brainwashed to think that the Games were all fun and games. Sometimes their tributes were weak or young, so they wouldn't be admitted into the Career pack. Geneva followed Magnifico to their usual meeting point, with all the cameras rolling for the latest scoop on this year's alliance. All those cameras, years ago, they would ignite a fiery passion in her, but now, once she was a Victor, all it ignited was hatred. Hatred towards the Capitol and everything that it stood for. But this year, the cameras weren't the big issue. The real issue when she arrived was that Julia, being desperately held back by Draco and Freya, had made a lunge at the boy from Four, Dylan Cohen, screaming and calling him, what did she call him again? A 'Chew'? What was that supposed to mean? Even Dylan himself didn't know, he just backed into the nearest wall, shouting angrily at her to knock it off. Timmy and Mags went about their usual business, scolding Julia as she struggled in Draco's tight grasp. "Looks like the party's begun," Magnifico muttered.

"Hey, what's going on?" Geneva called out. "And Julia, if you try to attack me, you'll get the famed Geneva Cooper three-slap-treatment!" She glared at the writhing girl, who hissed at her.

"Trying to get rid of this 'Chew'!" she snarled, pointing an accusing finger at a confused Dylan.

Dylan rolled his eyes. "Well, fine, then! I'm out of this stupid alliance! But you better watch out, I'm going to kill you in the arena!" Julia snarled at his threat but didn't try to stop him as he and Timmy left the station, several curious journalists at their heels, begging for answers that they didn't have. Geneva blinked. The first day and it was already crazy. She just knew this year was going to be twisted with a kooky tribute like Julia.

Birch thought of her as an annoyingly difficult lock to pick. He had his own problems this year: both his tributes were suicidal twelve-year-olds who never listened to him and were more than happy to die in the arena. The worst part was that he had known them both. Last Christmas, he'd seen them starving on the streets and had given them food. To see them here, ungrateful for his actions and committed to die, it tore a hole right through the master thief's heart. But the least he could do was to fil their last days alive with as much joy as possible. They had gone on secret missions, stealing the escort's wigs, spraying the escort with spray paint while she lay asleep, hypnotizing them with Olive's help and in general just straight up torturing her for being so bitchy and pro-Capitol. Their last laughs would haunt Birch for the rest of his life, he knew that, but he never cared about himself. It was all about others for him. They had even gone on shoplifting missions around the Capitol since they had arrived early and a new wave of mutt attacks had delayed the train rides from the other Districts, with Two and Seven being the only ones unaffected, and Birch took the blame that one time they were caught. All he wanted was to keep them happy. But he had trouble steering them away from Julia. Hercules had seen that the female tribute, Maple Chang, might be seen as an enemy by that Nazi girl Julia. So he had kept her out of sight from the entire band of Twos, just to be safe. But Birch knew that he couldn't do so all the time. There was the Tribute Parade and then training. They would be in close proximity then. Maple would be in serious trouble. When the tributes gathered in front of their chariots, Birch stood protectively in front of Maple, shielding her from Julia and Galvarino. Sadly, that didn't stop the fearsome Career girl from making her move. She marched over, hand on her hips, acting all high and mighty as if she were some sort of queen. Birch continued to shield Maple from her, Maple herself glancing warily at the tough Career. Julia pushed Birch aside or at least she tried to but the Victor from Seven refused to budge. "Go back to your chariot," he said sharply.

"Move it, thief boy. There's a yellow behind you," Julia snarled, glaring at Maple's shadow.

"Huh, I'm not scared of you," Birch told her flatly.

"Ha! All you can do is steal things. What can you do to hurt me? Besides, mentors can't hurt tributes," Julia sneered.

"Eh, I'm known for breaking the rules. Why do you think I'm called the master thief? I don't care about the rules one bit" Birch growled.

"Whatever," Julia said, shrugging. "But hear me out, yellow girl, when you're in the arena-"

"I'm planning on jumping into the landmines anyway," Maple blurted out, her voice meek from the confrontation. That shut Julia up.

Hassan agreed with Birch. The girl was nothing but trouble. Oh well, thank goodness he wasn't mentoring this year!

Marina didn't care about her. She was too busy keeping tabs with Oakette to care about anyone except Dylan and Polynya. There was a revolution to stir up and it would have no place for a Nazi girl from Two.

Woof thought she was in desperate need of a strong, unwavering romance. If nothing else could fix her up, then romance was probably the answer. A good boyfriend who could slowly shift her opinions might be the key to destroying her Nazi ideals. But that might never happen. It was horrible, such a bright young girl being wasted in the arena and overwhelmed with wrong ideologies. But hey, this was Panem. Everything was supposed to be messed up. For instance, how had he not gotten a single Victor in more than twenty years? In that same period of time, District Four managed to slot in an entire family of Victors and even Five, Seven and freaking Nine got two out! Nine, for goodness sake! District Eight and the Victor's crown was truly a failed romance, doomed right from the pilot episode. And this surely wasn't going to be their year either. Two starving, impoverished kids. One aged fourteen and inconsolable right from the start and the other aged fifteen and missing her left leg. Oh, and did he mention the fact that Julia had a grudge against both of them? This year, after Draco and Freya had filed multiple complaints about not being able to assess their tributes in training, President Snow had authorised the entry of mentors into the Gamemakers' loft in the Training Centre. Woof grimaced. This was obviously a huge benefit for the eagle-eyed Freya, who could easily identify threats to the Career pack. The wait might just get longer. Woof sat in the corner of the loft, a romantic novel in hand, ready to observe the tributes whilst finishing this latest bestseller. His tributes did nothing much, just moped around and wandered aimlessly, being frustratingly pathetic at literally all the stations. That was the thing with Eight. How the heck was weaving supposed to help them in the Games? The Fours, Sevens and Elevens were equipped with skills they had learnt during their work. They had the upper hand over the pathetic Eights. It really wasn't fair, none of it was! He sighed, continuing to read the climax of the story, where the protagonists were having a heated argument, when, all of a sudden, he heard shouting from down below. Woof glanced up from his novel and instantly dropped it. Julia had grabbed his male tribute's collar, shaking him in a fit of anger. "Hey!" he yelped. The Peacekeepers rushed in and dragged the pair apart but Julia never stopped screaming and hurling insults at the terrified boy. "What the hell was that?" He demanded, glaring at Draco.

"You have a problem with her, Woofy boy?" Draco snarled. Woof flinched. The Victor from Two, after all these years, still bore an intimidating pose.

"Your tribute's a freak," Axel pointed out. Axel was never one to shy away from pointing out the obvious, even if it was to Draco's face, which was now bright red with anger.

"She may be a Nazi but she's going to win and that's all that matters! She can go around doing whatever she likes as long as she becomes a Victor!" Draco declared, storming away.

Woof gulped. Julia had better not win, otherwise, the future looked pretty damn bleak. The plot twist in the novel was thickening.

Luxe thought of her as an evil bandit trying to stop the other explorers from completing their quests. On the second day of training, Luxe sat in a corner of the loft, his fedora still on his head since it was like a good luck charm to him. He watched and watched but he wasn't watching Magnifico andFancy train. Those two were on their own queer misadventures, going around and bullying the other tributes. The kids from Seven didn't seem terrified of them, though. those two may be young, but Luxe knew that they were the bravest of explorers. Only a true adventurer at heart would be able to defy the terrifying Career pack, especially with that wicked witch Julia in it. But he wasn't watching that unfold. He wasn't even paying attention to the scenes in training. He was too busy staring at Iris Fisher, the pretty Victor girl from Four as she sat beside Rafael, her brother who had never been able to shake the trauma of that horrific adventure away, brushing her hair nervously. Luxe gazed at her, at those brilliant blonde strands of hair slowly flattering through her intricate designer fingers. He knew that she was Caesar's girlfriend but still, could there possibly be a small chance that maybe, just maybe, the pair had a fight and broke up? Then, he could swoop in and like a golden eagle, snatch Iris away from Caesar. Okay, that last bit sounded creepy, Luxe ha to admit, but such was the scale of his crush on the girl from Four, only one year younger than him, that he dared to dream of all the adventures they could go on together. Of course, she never saw him as anything more than a friend and seemed oblivious to his awkwardness around her, his blush when she laughed that sweet laugh, his silly grin when they talked. But Geneva and Rafael knew. Rafael said nothing, but the looks he gave Luxe told him all he needed to know. Stop staring at my sister! his eyes blazed. Geneva, on the other hand, made light jokes and subtle references to it, so much so that Luxe was afraid that Onyx and Sapphire had figured it out too, considering their recent changes in attitude. He shook his head. He hadn't got the faintest of chances with her. Certainly not after Julia found out. The girl must've noticed him staring and, rather embarrassingly, drooling a little, because, during lunch, she grabbed a megaphone tucked away at one corner and shouted, "Luxe Carmichael has a huge crush on Iris Fisher!" Luxe didn't even wait for anyone to react. He ran right out of there, his face burning with pure, condensed humiliation as Iris blushed a pretty shade of pink, gaping at Julia. That was when Luxe decided that Julia wasn't just the evil bandit in the tale. She was the CEO of the entire bandit company!

Orchid knew that she was another bad apple, a poisoned one, perhaps? The third and final day of training came around and most of the mentors were sick and tired of Julia, many not even bothering to show up, especially not Luxe after what happened the day before. What business did Julia have, exposing him like that? Just another bad apple, Orchid thought. On the third day, the only Victors who managed to drag their feet to the loft were Geneva, Onyx. all the Twos minus Reyna, Nikola, Marina, Switch, Birch, Gwen and herself. Grabbing an apple from the buffet, she munched on it as she watched her two tributes, Mango and Stamen. Seeder was Stamen's mentor but she had food poisoning that day and couldn't watch him train. Orchid had promised to give her all the training updates, although they both knew that Mango was the real contender between the two of them. Stamen could barely even stop trembling. Mango, on the other hand, was skillful, fast, strong and clever. Had she not been dark-skinned, she would have been in the Career pack to replace Dylan. Yes, she was excluded from the pack because of her skin. How awful! Orchid glared at Julia as she screamed racist insults at the girls from Eight and Ten, both huddled in a corner and snivelling. Racial discrimination had never been a problem in Panem, everyone was either for or against President Snow and the Capitol. Their unity for and against one another was the key driving factor behind their abandonment of racial issues. No one batted an eye when she was crowned Victor. They congratulated her, hailed her as a Victor like every other. The same thing happened with Hassan, Ringo, John, Hercules and Seeder. No special treatment, just the same celebrations and celebrity attention. Oh, and the same VPR torture. That was a given unless there was a special reason behind being excluded from the VPR. Ford and Crystal's love story had slowly phased them out of VPR popularity, and now they were free to express their love, far from the bedrooms of cruel Capitolians. Cries of pain erupted from below. Orchid looked down and instantly dropped her apple. Stamen was on the ground, unconscious as Julia towered over him, snarling and baring her sharp rows of glistening teeth. "What the heck?" she gasped, her hands on her head. Was Stamen dead? Had Julia killed him? Should Orchid just poison Julia and rid the world of this monster? The answer to all three was no. Stamen groaned and rolled to his side. The Peacekeepers, for the third time that day, had to drag Julia away. Orchid shook her head, picking up the apple and taking another bite out of it. As far as bad apples went, Julia was rotten to the core.

Ford wished that he could run over her with his racing car. He had finally been given the green light to pursue an open relationship with Crystal, the beautiful woman from One and a fellow daredevil that he had fallen hopelessly in love with. That zip line down Mount Ravenstill? Just awesome! He stood on the roof of the Tribute Centre, holding hands with Crystal, gazing out towards the bright lights of the Capitol. His tributes had both been awarded a score of six, but by this point, Ford was almost resigned to the fact that he may never mentor a tribute to victory. His had been a fluke, surely. He had tried, but they were so drugged, so depressed, it was impossible to get them to even listen to him. His eyes flickered with sadness as he kissed the top of Crystal's head. "You never know," she muttered. "You might get lucky. It could be another Rafael scenario since Josiah retired."

Ford smiled sadly. "Yeah, but is that even a victory at all? I don't want either of them to end up like him, it's a fate worse than death. He's more dead than alive," he said, shuddering at the memory of the terrified boy from Four screaming for seven hours straight after his victory, immune to all the jabs and syringes that went into his arm. He had hoped that he would be the last to suffer such a fate, but alas, many years later, a red-haired young girl named Annie from the exact same District suffered a hauntingly similar situation, but that's a story for much, much later.

Just then, he heard a light chuckle from behind them. "Well, well."

Both Ford and Crystal turned their heads sharply, only to see Julia Dawson, that crackpot Nazi from Two, snickering behind them, her eyes blazing cruelly. "What are you doing?" Ford demanded.

"Just seeing how our newest Victor couple is doing," she sneered, a smug look on her face. "Also to tell you that your tribute is having diarrhoea right now."

"What?" Ford yelped, rushing straight back to the sixth floor. He gasped when he arrived. The boy, Nissan, was on the ground, rolling in pain, his pants soiled. "Get a medic!" he ordered the Avoxes, not meaning to be rude, but his tribute was sick! Julia's snicker rang in his ears. She had done this! She had called Nissan, what was that word? A' Chew?' Whatever it was, she was a sick cheat! "You'll pay for this," he vowed, gnashing his teeth. "Julia Dawson, you're not making it out alive!"

John thought that she was a malfunctioning machine. He was oh so thankful that Julia deemed both of his tributes as 'Aryan', whatever that word meant. of course, she hated him but he had threatened to headbutt her into the afterlife. That made her go away. He smirked, adjusting his bow tie. Not even Julia could faze him. There was only one person who could and unfortunately, he bumped into that same person as soon as he stepped out of the dressing room. He collided straight into Gadget Schroeder, who was making her way to the interview hall. Both of them tumbled to the ground, blinking rapidly. Gadget's face soured when she saw that it was him. John flinched, the memory of his infamous murder of Linux replaying like a stereo in his mind. It had been his fault, the kid was, well, just a kid! He sure didn't deserve to die in that way! But the worst part was that he had to live with the guilt, and be a Victor alongside the poor fallen tribute's sister. Gadget bore a huge grudge too. "Hello, there, John," she hissed, slurring on his name like it was cursed. Her eyes looked dead as usual but her face was scrunched up enough for him to know she was pissed off.

"Look, Gadget, I'm sorry-" he began, but like every year, she cut him off.

"I don't want your apologies, John. I want my brother back!" A tear slipped down her face. John winced. He hated seeing others cry. Especially when he had caused their grief. He grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and tried to offer it to Gadget, but she roughly shoved his hand away. "Leave me, you murderer! There are only five Victors I trust, and you're not even close on that list." John had a feeling he knew that list well. Nikola, obviously, plus Seeder, Gwen, Marina and Axel. If she ever ranked all the Victors, he would come dead last, even below Freya, Draco and that drunken party animal Flash. He opened his mouth to respond but then he felt a sharp pain on his back. He doubled over, groaning and clutching his back. Who the hell would kick him? Had he unknowingly offended another Victor? Looking up, he groaned, realising who it was.

It wasn't another Victor.

It was that broken robot Julia. She continued to kick him, sneering all the way. Pain erupted in his lower back, boiling like a hot plate. "Hey, stop it!" Both of them froze. It wasn't Ringo who had said that, he was already at the interview hall. It was Gadget, who was actually defending him for once! Her eyes were glazed over and dead, but her fists were balled, showing her intent. Julia was so taken aback by this that John managed to give her a hard shove. She scowled and trudged off. John turned to thank Gadget, but she was already gone, floating away like a ghost in her yellow dress to the interview hall. He blinked. What had just happened?

Iris wanted to invite Julia to that boutique in her arena, for a very special makeover. She sat in her usual seat in the interview hall, dressed in the most beautiful dress she could find and only stepping out once she had Caesar and all the Victors from Four's assurances that she looked good enough. She sat between Rafael and Timmy, quietly minding her own business. She wasn't talkative like Mags or Jill or Luxe. Those three went around socialising with their fellow Victors, although Luxe notably avoided her. What Julia had said in the Training Centre had been leaked to the public, and a love triangle had quickly formed between her, Luxe and Caesar. She assured Caesar that she would never cheat on him, as long as he didn't cheat on her. But that annoying girl Julia, the nerve! She rolled her eyes, straddling herself in her seat as the interviews began. Caesar looked as handsome as ever in his bright purple suit, grinning that childish grin at the screaming audience. He locked eyes with her and gave a seductive smile. Iris blushed, which the cameras quickly picked up on. Oh, did he really have to do that? She chuckled to herself, bracing herself as Fancy went up on stage, looking as provocative as literally every single girl from One in the history of the Hunger Games. The interviews soon rolled by, until it was Julia's turn. She grimaced as Julia gave the cheering audience a wide smirk. Iris desperately wanted to wipe it off of her face! Caesar held out his hand but she declined, instead, she gave the roaring crowd that strange salute, yelling, "Heil Hitler!" Like dumb fools, the audience repeated her chant.

"Heil Hitler!"

Iris shook her head. These shallow Capitolians, when would they learn? Julia spent her entire interview discussing her weird Nazi ways to a bewildered Caesar, who looked as though he wanted to be anywhere but there, doing that interview. Julia talked excitedly about killing all the coloured children, all the 'Chews', all the 'weaklings'. She vowed to defend the 'superiority' the Aryan race, a concept Iris still didn't understand. Whatever it was, Julia made her want to puke. At the end of it all, she gave that same salute and marched off like she was the queen of the world. "S-sh-she-e-" Rafael stammered, but he couldn't finish his line.

"Is a horrible person?" Iris guessed. Rafael nodded. "Can't argue with that."

Gwen knew that she needed psychiatric help and fast, but she also knew that such a privilege would almost certainly be denied. She sat down in the Mentoring Room, hoping for another miracle like Laurel. Shuck and Ryeley were by no means strong competitors but there was always a glimmer of hope. Upon seeing the arena, that hope began to dwindle. The ground was a deep shade of red, like the blood that was bound to be spilt upon it. Hills and mountains of red, brown and yellow dotted the landscape but the most striking features were the multicoloured pools of bubbling green, yellow and orange liquid. The Gamemakers had conjured up yet another remarkably unique arena, one she could see made Shuck and Ryeley tremble. "Please," she begged. "Just run!" The gong rang. Unfortunately, Shuck and Ryeley were terrible at listening to instructions as both of them ran straight into the Bloodbath. She groaned. It was going to be another year of heartbreak for District Nine. Worse still, Julia, that crazy girl from Two, had her eyes locked on Ryeley, someone whose skin colour was different. It was stupid, but Julia believed that Ryeley deserved to die. She was in desperate need of psychiatric help. Gwen had done this so many times before, but she could never get used to seeing someone she had gotten to know and had helped die in front of her eyes. As per normal, she let out a bloodcurdling scream as Julia sliced off Ryeley's head, hissing sharply. Gwen ran out of the room. It was time for meditation.

Jill wanted to beat her up with a violin. She had met plenty of revolting tributes before, but none more so than this Julia Dawson girl, whose antics were really getting on her nerves. She had hoped that her tributes might have had a change of heart, since they hadn't jumped into the landmines. Maybe, she prayed and she hoped. They had a fighting will to survive! Sadly, they didn't. They stood rooted on their pedestals, puffing up their chests, eyes closed, ready to die. Jill groaned. It had been false hope. She knew she shouldn't be greedy. Birch had only just won a few years ago, after all. But no kid from Seven ever deserved to die in the arena, nothing could change that. Julia sliced off both her tributes' heads. Jill let the tears fall. At least it had been quick. The melody to heaven had been a quick one for those poor, lost souls.

Seeder wished she could unleash a Nessie mutt on Julia. Stamen had been from her orphanage, she wasn't going to let him die! Sadly, there was only so much she could do. Up against Julia's mind games, he had all but accepted his fate. It was disgusting, all that racial abuse. Who cared if Eleven had a black majority? Not even the Capitol had a problem with that! White or black or from another race, they were all considered to be District scum by the Capitol. There was no difference! But Julia had seen one and that was very clear as she dragged Stamen, screaming and wailing for mercy, straight into the heart of the Cornucopia. Seeder closed her eyes as her sword went down. A bottle of beer was all she needed, and maybe a Nessie mutt to kill Julia with.

Sterling could barely even care about Julia or the Games. She was drowning in depression, not just because of her arena, but also because she had to relive it all over again every year, with a brand new arena and fresh new faces ready to be slaughtered. As Julia's knife sunk into the boy from Eight's heart and Woof began to scream, she squeezed her eyes shut and drowned out all the noise. Life was meaningless as it was.

Rafael also could hardly bring himself to care about the Games. Julia was just another bad storm, one that would hopefully go away soon. He watched, his face devoid of any signs of life, as Julia slashed the girl from Six's throat. He sighed, burying his face in his hands. Full-time. Rafael, zero, the rest of the world, infinity. Iris put an arm around his shoulders, her eyes brimming with concern. Iris never let him give in to alcohol, or morphling, or suicide, but wouldn't that be the easy way out? "Keep fighting," she told him. "One day, you will finally be happy, and that's a promise." All Rafael could think about was, that day would be the day he died. A tidal wave of emotions came over him as the boy from One pushed the girl from Eight into one of the green pools, which was steaming hot, boiling her alive. Was there anything left to live for?

"Do it," Draco had told him. "Hang that noose around your neck. End it, you coward! You don't even deserve to be alive, you son of a bitch!" One thing that Rafael had never told Iris about was the bulimia Draco had forced into him. He ate a lot of food, but was scrawny as ever, far from the healthy athlete he once was, due to the purging. His teeth were worn out and he often fainted during training. Iris and Nile thought it was because of the intensity of training but it wasn't. The ball would continue rolling downhill, down and further down into the abyss of depression. And witnessing Julia kill certainly did not stop it.

Switch wanted to flick a switch and activate a trap that would plunge Julia into a pool of bad comedians. She gazed on as her tribute, Konrad, weaved his way around the pools, which were spouting hot, molten liquid into the air. The Careers were on the chase, led by Julia, who danced through the narrow, winding paths like it was nothing. Fancy, the not-so-dainty girl from One, however, was hit by a smoking hot burst of liquid. The already exhausted girl, drenched in buckets of sweat, plunged headfirst into an orange pool, screaming as she died a horrible death. Switch winced. Julia didn't even seem to notice, she had her eyes set on Konrad. Switch should've known. Konrad had slightly darker skin than Julia, which was apparently a bad thing. She should've known that Julia would be out to get him. "Jeez, Julia needs to switch her attitude!" Switch groaned. "She's going to end up flicking a switch in someone's mind and then everyone will switch their allegiance against her!" Her sentence had definitely been way too wordy, but hey, at least she managed to fit in some pretty nice puns in there. Some of the mentors groaned.

"Knock it off, Switch," Hassan murmured. "You'll end up getting torched by ha-ssun!" Okay, that attempt had been pretty pathetic on his part, and Draco stormed away from the room for dramatic effect, but hey, at least everyone had loosened up, right? Not Julia, though. She had finally caught up with Konrad. Not even a hint of a smile could be seen on Switch's face as Julia sliced up Konrad to bits. She gulped. Julia was one heck of a monster.

Axel had lost interest in Julia and her Games. She was sick, so why should they pay her any attention? And besides, both of his tributes had died in the Bloodbath, as usual. He kept on trying, but they kept on dying! With a wistful sigh, he sauntered over to the nearest nightclub, ready to make the audience split their sides laughing. And then, his next destination would be the dumpster. Jackson had things to discuss.

Flash never did care about the Games. He had only ever mentored once. Since then, it had been party after party after party! He took a large gulp of beer, grinning as a group of ladies approached him at Aracuna Westwing's party. This was the life!

Shocker also took a big gulp of beer, but it wasn't at a party. It was in the privacy of his own messy, foul room. He had never recovered from the trauma, and maybe never would.

Sapphire really couldn't care either. She sat in the depraved room, naked and afraid, as the big, burly Peacekeeper loomed over her, grinning cruelly. Draco's insult rang in her head. "Sapphire, Sterling, Rafael, Shocker, four lousy cowards who won't live to see the morning!" he had cackled.

"They'll be hanging themselves in midnight!" Freya chided, grinning cruelly at the four traumatised Victors. "They're going to get what they deserved int heir Games." Sapphire let out a loud scream as the whip went hard on her back. The physical pain, she had gotten used to. The emotional pain, it stuck with her for the rest of her life.

Gadget knew she was worse than even John. She had knocked down her tribute, a poor thirteen-year-old boy, before Galvarino finished him off. He had been a happy, carefree young child, someone obsessed with fire. The haunting similarities with Linux simply couldn't be ignored. The boy's body was dumped into a pool, which burnt it in no time, depriving his grieving parents of a body to bury. She gnashed her teeth. This was cruel, this was sick, this was wrong! Both she and John deserved to die in the arena! John. Her eyes darted to the one-armed Victor from Ten, gazing at the screens on the opposite side of the room. She hated him with all her heart, soul and mind. He should have died in that arena! He deserved to die! So why on earth had she defended him that night before the interviews? It had been out of pure instinct. After all, racial discrimination was not even remotely tolerated in District Three. But still, it was John, John Gatwick! Linux's murderer! Then again, it wasn't really his fault... oh gosh. What was happening to her?

Nikola wanted to zap her to death, but he knew he would have to wait in line. All the other Victors seemed equally pissed off at her. Her annoying Nazi speeches in the middle of the night, all the media attention she was getting, all the support from the fans of the Careers, he was sick of it! Gadget had bolted out of the room, and he was quick to follow her. The poor girl needed someone to comfort her.

Timmy wanted to punch Julia in the direction of the nearest mummy mutts. Galvarino was dead, killed by a falling salt pillar. But that didn't seem to bother Julia one bit. Of course not, the girl was practically heartless. He could only watch, though, as Julia approached Dylan, on the ground, dying from dehydration after fifteen long days in the arena and minimal water to drink. He cursed. Julia certainly wouldn't make it quick. Not after that brawl at the train station. Over the years, Timmy had seen the extremes of brutal kills, he was well-prepared to watch this next scene without his stomach being blown apart. He thought he was ready. Or was he? What he saw next made him vomit all over the floor, much to the disgust of many other Victors. Scipio also threw up, the revenge Victor unable to hide his disgust. Timmy gaped at the screen, the bile rising rapidly up his throat and spewing out of his mouth like the liquid of the pools. Julia had carved out swastikas all over his body before she cut off some sensitive body parts and choked Dylan with them. Timmy could hardly take it anymore. The tears and vomit erupted out of him and he ran screaming out of the room, unable to contain his sheer disgust. Julia was the ultimate psycho!

Olive wished she could hypnotise Julia into plunging headfirst into the nearest pool. But she couldn't. As she trudged off to Coriolanus Hall for her next performance, her palms were sweating profusely. Julia might actually win the Games!

Mags wanted to whack her with a basket. She was the reason that poor little Polynya was dead! All Polynya had done was to ask her why she had become a Nazi, a fairly simple, innocent question. And Julia had launched into a full-on hate speech that lasted ten minutes, screaming at the top of her lungs for the most of it, only stopping when a lone arrow from the boy from Ten pierced Polynya's curious heart. She lay dead, all because of Julia's distractions. And Julia didn't even look remorseful. She just snickered. "One down. Just a few more to go!" Mags seethed. This girl deserved to die.

Laurel wanted to bash her with a rolling pin. Shuck lay dead due to dehydration, but she hadn't forgotten what Julia had done to Ryeley. Not when the kill had been out of spite for her skin colour! She sunk into her seat, carefully kneading some dough in her head. Doing that made her relax, for some reason. It would soon be followed by hours of careful, delicate icing on a cake. Baking was the love of her life, it made her forget all the horrors of life, and that wasn't going to change anytime soon.

Franc didn't care anymore. Emma was sick, down with a high fever, probably sick of having to listen to Julia's hate speeches and watch the killing and carnage of the Hunger Games. He wished that the fever had hit Julia instead of his wife, but alas, the crazy girl from Two was in the pink of health, prowling around the pools and salt pillars, searching for Magnifico and Goat. She would recover soon, no doubt, but he was still worried sick nonetheless.

Crystal despised her. She stood on the balcony of a lovely little cafe in the Capitol, one with a cosy atmosphere, her hand in Ford's. She needed to be away from the screens and forget about Julia's very existence.

Jolien wanted nothing to do with her. She just hoped that she wouldn't further torment Iris and Rafael, more so than Draco and Freya already had. But for now, she needed some sleep!

Ringo hated her, but he was too distraught to even think about her and her Nazi ways. Goat lay dead on the red ground, Magnifico's knife lodged deep into his burly chest, red hot blood coating it like a gross sauce. "I hate those Careers," the legendary cowboy Victor snarled, smacking his desk, utterly frustrated. So close, he had come so unbelievably close to bringing a Reaped kid home! But this wasn't his, or District Ten's year. He sighed, buckling himself in for the long ride ahead, in search of Ten's next Victor, one he had a feeling wouldn't end for a very long time. Good potential Victors like Goat came at a premium in an impoverished District like Ten.

Onyx detested her. He detested her as soon as she struck Magnifico in the chest with a shotel, twisting and turning the curved blade in his guts, all while grinning like a lark. He clenched his fists as Draco and Freya celebrated, albeit half-heartedly. District Two were unfortunately back on track.

Freya was just glad someone had won, but did it really have to be Julia? She watched her post-Games interview with caesar a little unsurely, wondering whether Julia should even be allowed to roam Panem as a Victor. She trusted Draco's judgement, for sure, but maybe, just maybe, he had made a teeny, little mistake, for once in his life.

Ragnar was just glad Julia lived on the other side of the Victors' Village. Hercules constantly complained about all the Nazi underground meetings Julia organised in the basement of her house with her 'Nazi army', the Dawson Wehrmacht. It was hardly a conducive environment to raise two children. Lyme and Blenda stood on either side of him, watching Julia strut about the neighbourhood nervously. "I don't like her," Lyme muttered.

"Yeah, I don't like the Games either. I mean, they just let someone like her win?" Blenda shook her head. "I can't believe this!"

Ragnar gave both of them a faint smile. "Well, be glad you never have to enter the arena."

Lyme's eyes brightened. "Really?"

Ragnar patted her head. "Really. I promise." Not even a decade later, that promise would be broken...

Porter had, as usual, no audible comment on this newest Victor. Secretly, though, she had a very special plan for her, one to be carried out by a fellow Victor on the day the Capitol fell. She told it to John, who gave a wide smirk. "Thanks, Porter," he said. "I'll be more than happy to do it."

Many years later, Porter's phone rang. She went over and picked it up, already knowing who it was. "I did it," came John's voice. "We had a duel, but I finished her off." Porter grinned. Julia certainly had no place in the rebellion.

Katniss and Peeta didn't even bother to have a moment of silence for Julia. Peeta immediately flipped the page, not wishing to dwell on such a hated Victor. Katniss's eyes lit up. "Oh," she breathed, a smile creeping up her face

The next Victor was a tiny boy with olive skin and a crop of jet black hair. He wore thick glasses, which masked a pair of inquisitive, bright eyes that sparkled with intelligence and knowledge. "Beetee Latier."

VICTORS

District 1-Sapphire Huntington(4), Onyx Hibonite(9), Franc Montgomery(14), Crystal Montgomery(21), Sterling Jones(25), Luxe Carmichael(36), Geneva Cooper(37)

District 2-Ragnar Sveinsson(5), Reyna Boudicca(6), Draco Hadley(10), Scipio MacAllister(17), Freya Carson(22), Hercules Nichols(28), Julia Dawson(39)

District 3-Nikola Johnson(13), Gadget Schroeder(24)

District 4-Marina Bluebell(1), Mags Flanagan(11), Jolien Fisher(31), Timmy Fisher(32), Iris Fisher(33), Rafael Fisher(34)

District 5-Shocker Crimson(8), Switch Kim(19), Flash Morrison(27), Porter Tripp(38)

District 6-Ford Hamilton(20)

District 7-Hassan Greenwood(2), Jill Wilson(15), Olive Sanchez(26), Birch Davison(35)

District 8-Woof Casino(16)

District 9-Gwendolyn Whitfield(18), Laurel Flamsteel(29)

District 10-Ringo Alvarez(7), John Gatwick(23)

District 11-Orchid Bloom(12), Seeder Crue(30)

District 12-Axel Millar(3)

A/N: Yikes. As someone who has been hit with some racial discrimination in the past, that was not easy to write. Oh, and I'm really struggling to type this out since my fingers feel like limp jelly and hurt when I try to use them. So, hope you 'enjoyed' Julia, the Nazi Victor from Two! Coming up next is Beetee, someone who we all know survived the Rebellion, but who else do you think survived and how did they do it? Review or PM me your guesses! (Hint: There will be one from each District, and there are already quite a few survivors in the Victor tally!) And another question, since we roughly know how Beetee won his Games, how should I write his chapter? Review and tell me your idea, and hopefully I can publish it soon once my fingers stop hurting! (but let's be honest, by then, the odds are that I would have sprained my hamstring again or something like that) Stay tuned and cheers:)