"We need you to just read this out," a gamemaker said, thrusting a piece of paper with a short speech written on it at Katniss. At a glance it seemed to be inviting the last eight tributes to feast. She scowled and turned to leave the room, but the gamemaker pushed her back. A little way back, Theer stood, next to Plutarch.
"Why did we ever let her be the commentator? We should have known that she would mess it up." Although Theer muttered it, Katniss still heard which made her angrier. Ripping the paper from the gamemaker, she stepped up to the microphone.
"We're ready to go in 5...4...3...2...1..." called one of the cameramen. There was a couple of seconds of beeping and flashes, then the cameraman did thumbs up. They were live. There was no going back.
Katniss lowered her sheet of paper and looked up. The tributes couldn't see her, but she needed to get it right.
"The Games are over. You can stop killing each other. A hovercraft will pick you up and you will be returned to your families. The dead tributes will be remembered and respected. The Hunger Games are over. Stop killing." Her last words hung heavy in the air. There was a pause, when nothing happened. Katniss thought for one glorious moment that they would applaud and congratulate her. Then all hell broke loose.