Guest: Thanks for the ideas(: Even though I willl do everyone eventually, it's nice to know who everybody wants to be done.
cgurleigh: Thank you! And, yes, I find myself in a total down mood after writing these...
sghope16: As you can see, I did Chaff(: Thanks for suggesting him! And thanks for the amazing compliment! It makes sense, don't worry! I'm just happy you like these little drabbles I do(:
Mrs. Mellark15: Elvis impersonations are always relevent, even if you're talking about the Hunger Games(:
Nightrunner144: I'm glad you like them! And I will keep writing, even if I update at random times... But, yes, he will definitely be one of the last ones I do, or the last one, since he is such a major character, and, you know, the bad guy(:
After spending years drinking away the horrors that were the Hunger Games, I'm sent back in. Eh. I'm not stupid enough to truly believe that I will survive, but I'm sure goin' to raise hell before I go down.
Maybe I'm tired of the liquor. Okay, I could never be tired of it, but I guess I'm tired of having to drink it. Time goes by so much faster when you spend most of it either beyond-the-point-of-no-return-drunk, or passed-out. A lot of time has passed, thirty years actually, but it still feels like the 45th Hunger Games was yesterday.
Protecting Katniss and Peeta was a stupid decision on my part. But, I don't regret it. Your plan has so many holes in it. What if you can't get into the arena? What if we fail, and they die? What if they won't let us protect us? What if the Capitol discovers what you've been planning? But, that's the thing. I don't have anything to lose, I might as well try. These games need to end.
Even after all these years my hatred for Brutus has not lessened any. In fact, it's probably grown. Every year I have to listen to the same goddamn story of how he defeated all of his opponents in his game. I hate that story. If I was you I would probably be laughing my ass off at how pathetic and disoriented Brutus looks now. His eyes, though, they've lost any sort of recognition as they come over me. He's not human anymore, he's an animal.
It's not a long fight, that's what liquor does to you, but even as I lay on the moist soil I'm quite satisfied. Not because I'm looking back at my past accomplishments, but because I see your blonde boy stab Brutus through the chest. He needed to go.
I hope you take them all down.
Chaff to Haymitch(: He is actually really fun to write, and it didn't take me long to write this up. Speaking of time... I want to apologize for taking over 3 weeks to update. It was mostly a combination of stress, school, holidays, and just not really thinking about it. I hope this makes up for it(:
Also, this story has over 2100 hits, and has 34 reviews. Oh. My. God. Thank you everybody! And we have just hit the 20 chapter mark, so I think this is a very successful day for me! Haha.
Thanks for checking this out(:
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