Kameron Hunt's POV-D9 Victor

The ladder dropped down in front of me. I eagerly grabbed on, and felt frozen. I was hauled into the hovercraft, and brought to face a small read haired woman. I was guided to my room, and they put a needle in my arm. Something cold ran into my arm, and I lunged at my arm. I wasn't letting them kill me; not after all I'd done.

"Calm down! Kameron Hunt! Stop!" The woman yelled at me. I shoved her away, and pulled the tube from my arm. I held my arm, and started to cry.

"Why? Why can't I just go home now? I played your stupid game! Now let me go!"

"Yes, come now, with a sedative." She spoke into a walkie talkie. "Now Kameron, you can go home as soon as we clean you up, and give you your final interview. Then you can go see Tamia.

"Good, good. Please hurry. When's the interview?" I felt immature for crying, I was ashamed at it. I would not allow that to happen again.

"Tonight." Two tall men came through the door, and I jerked back. "You need to rest now, Kameron." She held her hands up like she was worried I was going to hurt her. "These men, are going to help you get to sleep." They quickly ran forward, and one of them jammed a needle into my arm, and pushed the plunger. It was the same cold stuff as before. I tried to swing at him, but he jumped back to fast. I started to get up, but I felt sluggish, and very tired. "Go to sleep Kameron. Go to sleep. Go to…"

I was suddenly in a field. I saw a woman on the other side. She looked familiar. "Tamia!" I screamed, and ran to her. She opened her arms, and laughed, but it wasn't her laugh. She turned into that district 1 girl. I began to run, and she threw something.

A knife jammed into the ground beside me. I tried to run harder, but I felt very heavy, and weak. I heard a younger girls scream. I stopped, and turned back. The girl had Juniper trapped under her, and was stabbing knives and awls into her chest. I screamed, closed my eyes. Boom!

I heard another scream, a younger scream. No. No! No! I opened my eyes, and ran to my little child. A white bundle, lay in her arms. She laughed, and I lunged.

"Aaaarh" I came back to consiousness, panting, and shaking. "I have to get home! Now! I need to see Tamia! Help!" I remembered where I was. "Calm down Kameron, calm down. You're safe now." I told myself. I sat up, and put my head in my hands.

What? Where are my hunting calluses? I looked at my hands. My tanned skin looked clear and refined. I examined my arms, and pushed the papery blanket off my legs. I stood, and turned to look in the mirror that took up most of one of the walls. My skin looked airbrushed, my brown hair looked perfect. You'd never know you were looking at a murderer.

The red head came and got me from the white hospital room I was in. She took me to a small cafeteria where my prep team and stylist were waiting. The squeaky woman ran up to give me a hug. I let her wrap her spindly arms around me, and mumble into my chest. My stylist, Katranna, perked her head up, and pushed back her sleek black hair. I sat beside her, and she put a sketch in front of me. It was of me.

My hair was spiked up and combed back. I was in a dark green, long sleeve, button down shirt with gold buttons, and some black slacks. I was wearing black steel toed shoes, and my silver bracelet Tamia gave me at the reaping.

"I like it, but are you sure my hair will do that?"

"We have strong chemicals here." I was brought a tray of food with a roll, and some applesauce. I was so happy for the food that was brought to me. I wouldn't ever have to work for a meal again. I had everything I needed.

"Well, we'll be landing in about an hour, then we have to begin to prepare you for the interview of your life. There's a bath of water in the room you were originally in. Feel free to use it, even though you have been cleaned to perfection." She stood and left. What would be the point if I'm already clean? Capitol people had strange ways of doing things.

I was told I could help myself to the small ice box in the wall, and use the sitting room that branched off from the dining room.

There was a TV, a bookshelf, some chairs, and some flowers on a table. I went up to the TV, and located the on button. The unnatural light shocked my eyes, and I held my hand infront of my face. I stepped onto a black box. I picked it up, and pressed a button. The channel flickered and a different reporter came up. I took a seat in one of the chairs, and tried to find a channel that wasn't of Hunger Games reruns.

I was about to give up, I rose from the chair, and froze. Juniper was on the screen before me. I sat back down, and watched our fight about the dead animal I shot. It brought tears to my eyes to know she was gone now. I watched the moment when I headed into the woods, and she took off. I clicked the television off, and walked over to the book shelf.

I pulled a book called Robin Hood, and was almost finished when the squeaky woman came in, and started bouncing in place saying how we were going to land soon. I shut the book, and started to put it back, when I thought of how the baby would love this story.

"May I take this book back with me?" She looked a little surprised.

"You don't have to ask. Take what ever you want." I grabbed another called Cinderella, hoping it was a good one. I followed her to the plaza in which I was brought up into the aircraft through. They told me to step onto a ladder, and I did. It became electrified, and the hatch below opened. I was lowered down onto the roof of the remake center, and shown to the styling room; I had been in there before the opening ceremony. Katranna arrived a moment later, and started giving instructions to my prep team.

They immediately all grabbed some strange products, and came at me. I closed my eyes tight, and held my books to my chest. The went to work massaging things into my hair, and gossiping. They left my skin alone, thank god, since I had been 'treated' all ready. They washed my hair twice. At one point one of the women picked up a little communication device, and began to argue with someone.

"but he'd look so good! And he is 18! Can we give him a tattoo as well?" tattoo? I was not turning into a capitol freak. Thankfully the voice on the other end didn't want that either. "Oh come on just a few blonde highlights! And a little star right by his eye…" She reached down to touch my skin, and I swatted her hand away. "Oh all right. Maybe next year." Right, I was coming back here in 6 months after my victory tour. I would be mentoring the district 9 tributes.

I felt a comb pulling my hair up, and then no hair falling back down, so I hoped we were nearly finished. After about 20minutes of adjusting, and starring, they spun me to look in a mirror.

I looked almost like a shark, my brown eyes looked darker, and my hair pushed up and back. It was an appropriate look for a victor.

Katranna, walked in a moment later, and shoed them all away. They didn't leave the room, only ran to the corner and kept on giggling and whispering.

"Here. Go Change." She handed me a pile of clothes, and pointed to a corner that was curtained off. I slipped inside, and figured out the reason for the button down shirt; they didn't want me messing up my hair. I pulled off the shabby robe I had been wearing, and I was so thankful when I slipped on the pants because I was in something different. They felt almost normal, almost but not quite.

I stepped back into the main room, and Katranna had to push the prep team back as they ran to touch me. She straightened my clothes, and set my shoes down for me to step into. I put them on, and took a few steps, she nodded, and left. I followed and she led my into the elevator, and hit a button with the letters VB on it.

"What's VB?"

"Victors' Basement" The doors closed, and the breath taking speed of the drop, well took my breath away.

I arrived in the Victors' Basement, and was lead to a silver plate, just like the one that was used to launch me into the arena. I stood on it for what seemed like forever, and listened to the cheers and screams of those all around me.

After what seemed like hours the plate began to rise, and I was presented to all of Panem.

I put on a smile, and walked over to the large red velvet chair known as the Victor's thrown. I took a seat, and the president walked over with a pillow, on top of it sat the victor's crown. He set it on my head; I felt some of my hair crunch under the crown. He shook my hand, and gave me a cold stare. I felt my heart stop, but then he looked back out at the crowd, with a smile and a wave, he left.

I sat back down, a large canvas screen rolled down in front of me. I was about to view the highlights the game makers put together. It focuses on the winner, but it shows every death, and anything important that happened.

It begins as always with the tributes rising up from the arena. I focuses on me during the bloodbath. It shows when I scrape up Juniper, but then stays on the blood bath. It shows the district 9 boy dying; watching him die makes my mind almost numb. I watch many others die, the district 1 boy run off with the 12 girl, both their deaths, that boy from 3 setting the trap, me shooting him, and then Hush running from some sort of water monster. Then…the ending.

The screen rolls back up and disappears. The spot light trains on my face, and I can't help but feel like a deer in the headlights.

Caesar Flickerman stood up and quieted the crowd, before sitting to address me. "So Kameron, first of all Congratulations!" I nod in thanks. "So you have a baby back home right? How happy are you that you get to get home to become a father?"

"Happier than you'd believe. I never thought I could, but it was just like working in the woods back home, now Tamia and I can have our wedding." I saw a clever smile crack on his lips.

"How about having it here? It would be even more special!" I knew he was going to offer this, and I was to except.

"How wonderful! Thanks so much!" I faked excitement, I didn't need all the people in the crowd thinking I didn't like them. It probably looked like I was sucking up to the audience right now; well I guess there's a good reason for that.

"So, what was your favorite part of the games?"

"I'd have to say getting out of them, but otherwise when the snow started. Then I could track the others." I flashed the audience a smile, and got lots of applause. I didn't like that I was being worshipped by monsters.

"Do you think you'll be welcomed back home by everyone there?"

"I do, I won the games, now they all get a little more food each month on parcel day."

"I'm glad you think so. I think we all want to know why you took juniper as an ally?" It hurt to think about her, but I couldn't just blow him off.

"I think it was because she was young and innocent, I was channeling my inner father. Getting ready, you know?"

"Yes I think we do." After that we spent another 20minutes with random banter about the hunger games, and the life I was going home to. I got up and left the stage. I was glad to have gone. The capitol leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

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