I've been wondering of what to write for this, but to stop Foxface from killing the whole of Panem at the end I decieved to write this chapter.

Stella hurries me through the maze of hallways, I half wonder how she isn't getting lost through it's likely she's looked at a map. We continue until reach a lift and shoot up the floors, the entrance is packed with guards that stop the 'fans' from entering the lobby. The lift stops at the ever familiar floor where Odin and I stayed before the games. I'm hurried inside and sent the table for a meal where my prep-team are sitting already eating. As I look at the three of them, each one still so alien to me, I never even picked up their names before the games. The meal that I'm given is more like the ones that I remember from the Capitol, a kind of roasted bird and some small bread rolls. The portion is still small but it's I'm kind of glad it is because of the richness of the meal. I'm soon hurried into another room to be prepped for the interviews later tonight. I remain silent as they talk while making me over, they talk about how much they loved me in the games and how exiting the arena was this year. Of course they loved the games and everything about, this don't have to live in fear of their children going into it, they didn't have to through it. When they leave I realise how different I look in the mirror, I'm thinner than I was when I left the Capitol, but about as thin as I was when I left my home. My eyes don't look like they do when I saw my reflection in the hovercraft, but the wildness is still there just harder to see. Stella comes in with my interview clothing, which she gives to me. I look down and see the peach coloured knee-length dress sown the waist is a white ribbon tried in a bow. The bottom edge of the edge has spirals and wave patterns all around it. The helm and and edge of the sleeves are surrounded by the same type of patterns. I slip the dress on and take the pair of wedges of Stella and put them on. The interviews can't be far any now but when Stella leaves I take a second to let the memories flow through my mind and the people I saw in the games and what happened to them by my hand and those of others. I don't really need to think of it, after all I'm soon going to be watching a replay of the highlights. Watching each one of the tributes die like the rest of Panem did on a screen. I stand, pushing the memories from my mind again, more worried about what the Capitol is going to think of me. They didn't think I was going to win, I wasn't even sponsored. I exit to be directed to the lift by Stella, I need to be under the stage before the interviews start. Under the stage is the opposite of the rest of the Capitol, it's dark and gloomy and the sound of what's above me echoes all around. I wait for it to start alone, I see no one until the platform begins to rise.

I'm publishing the sequel to this story, so please check that out. This story isn't finished just I can post the sequel now that the games are done and I have a lot of information really on the next games.