Soooooooo sorry for the long update. I promise to update more often. I hope this makes up a tiny bit for my absence.
Head Gamekeeper Scythe POV
I strut towards President Wolf's office with the file for this year's arena blueprints tucked under my arm. My idiot assistant Fry informed me that the president wants to meet and I can only assume it's about the arena. I don't know why I keep that idiot around. I mean how hard is it to make a freaking coffee! I enjoy the rest of my short walk to President Wolf's office by thinking up many ways to torture Fry. A menacing smile is plastered onto my face by the time in rapping on Wolf's door. The president opens the door and welcomes me in. Despite my tough guy attitude I just can't look him in the eye. His blazing red eyes and sharp canine teeth make him one scary man.
"So Scythe. I hope you don't disappoint me with the arena." Purrs the president.
"Y-yes sir." I stammer.
Every time I try to have a conversation with him I end up stuttering. I extend my shaky arm and pass over the blueprints. A devilish smile plays on his bright red lips as he scans the prints. With the president distracted I look around the devilish room.
I breathe out a slight gasp at its power. Pictures of wolves line the walls and as if that wasn't creepy enough he has many sculpture of men growing hair and claws. I'm interrupted by President Wolfs firm "ahem."
I look as close to his eyes as I dare and he clears his throat.
"I happen to be a tad confused." He tells me. I can't blame him; it is a very confusing arena.
"Well sir." I begin. "Please, call me Saber." States Wolf.
"OK. Well...Saber" the words sound foreign coming out of my mouth.
"Each tribute will be put to sleep and equipped with a machine that feeds into the part of the brain that houses fear. Then the arena will transform in their mind based on their fears. But don't worry. Another cable will be hooked to a monitor so we see everything the tribute sees. I thought the arena should be quite spectacular seeing it is a quell. During the day the arena will take the appearance of a simple forest, but at night i shall morph into a playground of horrors!"
"But if it is in there heads, how do they die and feel pain?" Accuses President Wolf. He obviously thinks he's caught me out.
"Well the answer is quite simple. We will pump gases into their body that cause bloating until the tribute simply blows up. To answer your second question, the part of the brain that registers fear will be active. With all our high-tech equipment it is quite easy. Also, since it is in their minds, we can make them do anything." I answered with ease.
President Wolf looks pleased beyond belief.
"Anything?"
"Anything."
So there you have it! I hope you enjoy the arena. And believe me, anything and everything imaginable will happen...