Caesar's Worst Interveiws

by Clover80

We all know how some of the best interviews have gone during build up to the Hunger Games, but what about the worst? Not everyone is able to maintain their dignity when asked how they feel about the games that will probably be their death. Read to find out how those few minutes on Caesar's stage went horribly wrong for some unfortunate tributes.

5. Chapter 5 Panic on the Stage

I do not own The Hunger Games, which is unfortunate.

Panic, total and absolute panic is the only way I can describe the look on the girl's face. She was 14 and skinny, a petite little red head from District 5 and her name was Rowan. She had on a green sparkling dress that accentuated her hair and eyes beautifully. I had heard her whisper to her district partner that it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen and that she couldn't believe she was wearing it, that it was a dress fit for a princess.

She was visibly shaking as she walked onstage, desperately trying to control the tremors in her hands and knees. I tried to calm her down and welcome her to the show but when I asked her how she was enjoying her week in the Capitol she was completely frozen as if she couldn't force her mouth to move and from words. Her hands were clenched tightly in her lap and she was slightly rocking back and forth in her chair. "That bad?" I joked. This only caused the poor girl to turn even whiter than she already was and break out in a cold sweat. "Do you have any family back home?" I asked. Rowan nodded and whispered "my sister Cassie."

"What about your parents? Surely they must be watching you tonight?"

"My parents are dead," she whispered. Great, I'd really screwed that up; I guess I should have realized when she only said the name of her sister.

"Do you have any strategies for the games?" I queried, changing the subject. The girl drew in a shuddering breath and looked up at me. "The games" she whispered, almost to herself, then louder, "the games, The Hunger Games, I'M GOING INTO THE HUNGER GAMES!" Then she stood, wringing her hands and yelling "I'm a tribute, a tribute in The Hunger Games! NO! Then she bolted off the stage and into the audience. A group of peace keepers intercepted her and tried to force her back to the stage but this girl, Rowan, wasn't having it. She took off her high heels and started striking out at the peace keepers with them. She put up such a fight that one peace keepers helmet was knocked off and Rowan took the opportunity to drive the high heel of her discarded shoe into the man's eye. A shot rang out and suddenly people were screaming and pushing each other, trampling others in their desperate attempt to get away. When the dust finally settled those audience members who were left in the room as well as the other tributes and their mentors saw the target of the gunshot. Rowan lay slumped on the floor in her glittering green dress with a small hole in her forehead and a puddle of dark red blood pooling on the floor behind her. The message was clear; there is no escape from The Hunger Games except in death.