Sorry that this took so long, I've been working on another story that I'm going to publish when I finish this one.
A deafening roar of the Capitol crowd is being played over the loudspeaker, they're cheering for the murders that have entertained them and for me, their victor, the one who managed to survive the call of death. A hovercraft comes out of nowhere and a ladder drops down, I grab onto one of the rungs as well as putting my feet on the first one. Electric current comes like it did when I taken from the training centre roof, as they put up the ladder I look down to the icy hell below and see the stained snow and the body of the girl from District Four. I don't even know her name, yet she lays dead because of my actions, didn't she have the same right to go home as me, a family, dreams? The ladder enters the hovercraft then the current stops. I'm taken through a glass door into another room where a Capitol woman gives me a drink. A crystal glass in my hand is filled with a warm milky brown liquid it's sweet, but the richness of the liquid is unsettle in my stomach. I see my reflection in a glass door, I'm almost the girl that went into the games, the innocent girl that just wanted to go home. Almost, almost apart from the wild look in my eyes. The look I've seen come into the tributes eyes as survival becomes more important than the lives of others. I take small slips of the drink trying to remove the thought from my mind. I feel the hovercraft land, and when a get a look outside I realise that it's on the roof of the training centre. I go the door but realise it's locked leaving me wondering what I'm meant to do. In the almost silent room I hear someone walking behind me. I turn to see a woman, I think she's the one who gave me my tracker. She's holding a needle in her hand which she jabs into my arm, knocking me out cold.
I wake in a room unknown to me, all it contains is the bed I'm in and a man that I think is doctor. He comes over to my bed when I try to sit up before realise that there is a restraint over my stomach to stop me. He changes my bed into a sitting position and an avox comes in it's a young woman with long blonde hair and tanned skin, carrying a small tray. It contains a small bowl of red soup, and a piece of bread. A small glass of water sits on the tray as well. It's not what I would have expected but to be fair it's better than most in my district can have most days. My district, home. I'm really going home. I eat the meal slowly trying to save the taste of even this food, when I'm finished the doctor goes to a machine on my side which. I discover that there is tubes in my right arm and the machine must control what goes into them I guess. I feel a cold liquid go in my veins from the tubes. Before losing my consciousness I see the doctor move away from the machine sighing slightly.
When I wake up again I'm alone, I feel my left forearm expecting to feel a scar from the cut but instead feel smooth skin. Is it possible that a scar can just disappear? I think back to past games, every Victors gets a variety of scars in the games but after they all disappear by their final interview. I wonder if all my other scars have disappeared, but the restraint is still on me so I'm guessing not. I feel the coldness going into my veins again but this time try to fight against falling asleep, but I can stop the liquid from coming and loss consciousness again. It happens twice more and I hate it. It reminds me of the arena, Saffron, and the girl from seven. When I finally wake up without the restraint and tubes I get out of the bed quickly as I can, which is easier than I thought. I see some clothes on the edge of the hospital bed, the clothes from the arena including the coat that I picked up at the feast, each piece of the outfit is new. Like me, my scars from the arena and my life before are gone. My skin is flawless in every way, so much so it doesn't even look like mine. I slip the arena outfit on quickly, trying to get the memories that this outfit gives out of my head. I pick up my necklace and Saffron's bracelet and put them on, I don't know what will happen to them if I don't. I walk to the wall knowing that there must a door or else the doctor and the avox girl wouldn't have been able to get in and out. The door slides open, even though it still looks like a part of the wall to me. I walk out into a silent hallway with no other door, or at least I don't think it has any other doors. I hear my name, through at first I think it's my imagination. I turn to see Seeder, Saskia and Stella standing together, along with a drunk looking Chaff. I run to them, not caring if this isn't how a Victor should act only that I finally get to see them again. I hug each of them even Chaff who's having a hard time standing at all. Saskia's going on about how she knew I could win, even though I bet she lost hope of getting a winning tribute after Odin died. She says something about an interview and then I remember later tonight I'm going to be displayed in front of the Capitol crowds and made to watch a highlight of the games. The things that I've done are real and there's no way to escape them or forget them. I look at Seeder, how is she still standing here normal while Chaff turned to drink? The real question is am I going to turn out like Chaff drinking out the memories. Like two Victors from six finding happiness in drugs? Like Annie from four, who turned mad from the events in her games? How do people keep sane after the games, the ones without drink or drugs? How am I going to keep my life up again when I go home?
The questions in a young Victors mind are endless, next chapter will be the Victor's interview. There are two or three chapters left and then I have a few chapters of the next one ready.
