"MAY THE 74th HUNGER GAMES BEGIN!"
Claudius Templesmith's voice boom around and out of the arena. 24 shaken children, give or take, stand on silver pedestals. The careers look ready to run. So does Vixen. But from what I know, she'll be in and out before the careers have time to react. I look at her competition. I look at district 12. Ugh. There they are. The star-crossed lovers, Catnip and Peanut. Catnip volunteered for her younger sister. But I have to admit. They looked absolutely amazing in their parade suits. When Vixen wins, I'll have to appoint him(I think his name is Cinna.)to be her stylist. But what if she will die? Well, I'll go join her. After all, she is my only family. She stayed with her foster family. She would of went to the community home, but, because i'm Head Gamemaker, they excused her. She has never been to the Capitol prior to this.
Suddenly, the gong sounds. Vixen shoots of like a rocket. She scoops up supplies as she goes. But not before a whirring knife zooms past her, nicking her arm. I cringe. It could of been worse. But the fact someone is targeting her. Now she is out in the woods now. She sprints now, only slowing down when she realizes no one follows her.
"Sir?" My assistant asked.
"Yes?" I snapped my eyes back to the Cornucopia. Time must of flown because bloodied bodies lay dispersed. The Careers are studying the pedestals.
"Cannons are all go. Ready to fire sir?" She says.
"How many have passed?" I ask before I fire. I always do it because my friend has passed in the arena when I was younger. I always take a moment of silence for the tributes.
"Eleven. 13 are left."
"Ok. FIRE."
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. Images flash in my mind of the tributes. Ugh. Catnip and Peanut have survived. But so has Rue. Rue reminds me of Vixen. If Vixen doesn't make it, I want Rue to win.
We all bow our heads for a moment of silence. We may look and be tough, but the Capitol forces us. All of us has come from various Districts. If you look at us, none of us has dyed our skin. Some of us have tattoos commemorating our children or family who have passed. But that's it. We do wear makeup. It stops there.
I look up with the others. We survey the arena. Tributes are scattered.
"Hows it going in the fire sector?"
"The female from 12, Katniss is in that region. So is the female from 5, Vixen." I cringe.
"Vixen is nearing the border, sir."
"Where is she headed?"
"The neutral forest."
I sigh with relief. She listened to me after all.