Silken Alois- District "Five" male
Long before the Games started, I was already fighting my greatest enemy. When the Capitol shut down my organization, we were nothing but a bunch of loose ends. A great many of my fellow assassins had "accidents" or "illnesses", usually after they said something, or the Capitol thought they did. I was trained beyond what any Career got in swords, subterfuge, and treachery, but none of those kept me alive in the Arena. The only thing that could have killed me was the Capitol, and what stopped them was something altogether different: discretion.
No one could know I was trained. How would they explain a totally normal boy from Five who somehow fought like a ninja and had the remorseless calm of a hit man? I had to use all my skills to keep myself safe in the Arena, but I had to make it look like I had none of those skills.
When Pray killed Kazuo in the Bloodbath, I was sickened that I felt relieved. He was dangerous for me. How could we explain that a boy from Five and a Career from One knew so much about each other? He was one of the few of us that made it this far and the only one I knew the location of, and before we could even reconnect he was gone. I had to leave him behind without even looking back, because if I showed the slightest recognition, they would know I knew too much.
Every move I made was to throw people off my trail. Whenever I heard the slight noise or felt the sixth sense that came with my training, I had to keep my face blank. I had to act normal and find some excuse for why I wandered off exactly when the Careers were coming my way, even though I definitely wasn't aware of them. When Arielle and Mako attacked me, it took all of my training to make it look like I had no training, that it was a total lucky fluke that I killed them both. I was constantly looking over my shoulder, but not for Careers. I had to remember those ever-present cameras, waiting for me to show myself as a danger to the ones that wanted me forgotten.
"I present to you the winner of the Twenty-Eight Hunger Games, Farlan Lionhardt!"
I winced at the name, covering up with a quick smile. That was my name, for the rest of my life. It was Farlan who won the Games. Farlan Lionhardt, a normal boy from Five who won by staying out of trouble and a few lucky breaks.
And that luck had to last the rest of my life, because the Games would never be over for me. At every Capitol gala, I did my best to blend in, wondering which of the powerful men and women I mingled with was part of my program and knew who I really was. I never made public appearances unless forced, and when I had to, I talked about the weather or trends or food- anything that couldn't possibly be threatening. I paced my house at night, wishing I could rig up surveillance cameras and warning systems but knowing that if I tried to protect myself, they would know I knew I had to be careful. I was an old regret to them, and every move I made was a delicate ballet to keep me out of their minds and never remind them that I existed. For the rest of my life, I fought the longest Hunger Games in history.