Capitol's Arcane Avalanche's POV
Half way.
The games were half way done, and the first day was far from over. If this kept up at the rate it was going then the games were going to be over before the first day even ended.
There was nothing wrong with that though, because if the games continued on any later then that, they'd go back to their traditional ways. I didn't want them to go back to their traditional, boring old ways. This game was much more exciting, and it showed Panem a message that they needed to see. Wither they could see the message or not I didn't know, but I hoped that the districts could see what it was. I knew that the citizens of my hometown would only see this as a brutal, different kind of Hunger Game, but the districts would see it so much differently. Or so I hoped. And so did my brother, he hoped they could see it as well.
"Sir," My brother said into one of the many telephones that were ringing, sending in hostile messages of hatred for this year's game, saying that tributes shouldn't be torturing and raping the other tributes because it gave off bad influences. They also complained about the dead bodies not being removed from the arena, telling us how much they hated to look at the bodies of the deceased.
All their complaints, all their bitching and moaning and saying how much they hated this game made me sick. "There's nothing we can do about this." Conrad was lying, and he knew it, but neither he nor I gave a shit. What our people wanted didn't matter at the moment, all that mattered was that the game was still going on and that it was working perfectly.
More messages of pure profanity shot out of the answering machines.
"That's a lie and you know it!" A women's voice shouted into my brother's ear. She shouted so loud that I could hear it from where I was standing, granted that I wasn't too far from him, but still. "I know that you can do something about-"
The voice suddenly died and the phones went out of service as I ripped the cords out of the wall. Bits of dry wall broke off the wall and flew in every direction before I threw the cords to the floor.
"I'm sick of hearing their fucking complaints." I told my brother, thinking of how nearly every phone call we received was a complaint about the game.
"There's nothing we can do about it Arcane," Conrad told me yet again as he shook his head. "You know how much they look forward to a game, and how they want it perfect."
"It is perfect though," I told him, turning to the T.V screens. "There's blood, death, and drama, everything that they all god damn want all in one convenient live entertainment package." Everything they wanted, and yet they complained when there was blood, death, and drama in front of them.
"They aren't used to the stuff we're showing them," My brother reminded me. "They don't like the torture and the rape. Especially the rape."
"If I were the one of the phone I'd tell them to learn to fucking deal with it and stop being such a bitch about it." Because some how, the death of kids was perfectly fine with them. They all liked to watch the tributes die in the most painful, and creative ways possible. The highlights of the previous games showed a boy getting castrated, a girl getting ripped to shreds by mutts, a tributes suffocating, or burning to death. The more violence the better, but they drew the line at torture, rape, and dead bodies lying around and rotting in the arena. And horror upon horrors, the worst part was that one third of the tributes were dead before they had gotten a chance to watch them die.
How fucking horrible was that? How fucking brainless were they? They praised their ways, but our ways, which were the same things, were too much for them to handle. "Torture is part of the violence they crave. Rape creates the drama they love. The dead bodies are the deaths they look forward to."
"I know I know." Conrad sighed, holding his hand to his face. "It's just that," He sighed again. "It's just that we're bringing back the games that they can't remember. Games that they aren't used to anymore."
I stuck my tongue out and made a loud TTTTHHHHHHZZZZZZZTTTTTT noise.
"It doesn't matter anyway. This game isn't for them anyway, it's for the districts. They can bitch and cry all they want, but we're not changing the games as lone as we're in charge."
"No. We're not."
Father's message was more important then what the Capitol citizens wanted. It was more important then their complaints, more important then us, or them, or even the game itself. It was for the sake of the nation. That's why this game was going. This is why this quarter quell's so important.
Conrad looked at the screens, then at the monitors that showed the life signals of the tributes. "Thirteen dead." He said.
"Ten to go." I finished.
A pause occurred as we continued to watch the tributes on the screens, doing what they were doing. Walking. Talking. Crying. Trying to find a way to destroy the supplies at the cornucopia. My brother and I heard and saw everything that was going on in the arena.
"We've got to prevent a riot from happening in our back yard." Conrad suddenly called out.
I looked at him and wondered what was going on.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Of the most complaints we've got," He then started listing them off. "The dead bodies, the games starting too early, Calamity's raping, Victory's torture, and Wern's death."
"Wern's death?" I asked. That certainly surprised me. I expected the other ones, but Wern's death was on of the biggest complaints? Interesting.
"She was apparently a Capitol favorite," My brother explained. "Vida wasn't. From the start she was on the lower end of favorites, then she blamed Timber for abandoning her before killing the girl that helped her, lowering her rankings in the Capitol's eyes."
"Makes sense." I told him, thinking of how Vida would of given them a bad vibe, even if it wasn't entirely her fault.
"So we've got four choices. One, remove the bodies. Two, kill Calamity. Three, kill Victory. Four, kill Vida."
"Do we have to?" I asked, wondering if it was necessary. I kind of wanted to keep the bodies in the arena in open sight. I wanted to keep Calamity, and Victory, and Vida in the arena so that either they could murder someone or someone could murder them. I liked Calamity's raping and Victory's sadism. She reminded me of her brother, Vladimir.
"Unless you want angry citizens storming our home."
I sighed heavily. I hated this. I didn't want to give in to the demands of those brainless idiots that couldn't understand the message in front of them. But then again, they were Capitol, they didn't really understand the Hunger Games outside of entertainment.
"Fine." I replied. "On two conditions though."
"Depends what they are."
"One, we still send in the gift."
"Done." I liked my odds here.
"Two, we wait for a little bit." I smiled as I looked at two screens in particular. "Victory and Calamity are walking towards each other and I want to see what happens."
"That reminds me. Arcane, did you release the mutts near Caia?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I'm just wondering why you did that."
I looked to my brother and smiled.
"I wanted to see if she'd abandon her ally or not." Simple as that.
"Won't that mean Kendrick's dead either way?" He looked concerned. I wondered why, it wasn't that bad.
"Unless Caia somehow saves him from a dozen mutts, most likely."
"Kendrick's a Capitol favorite though."
I shrugged. It's his own damn fault for getting knocked out, and if Caia was going to abandon him, that was her choice. The Capitol can't get mad at me for that.
Time of active Hunger Game spanned: 4 Hours 57 minutes 3 seconds
Status of tributes:
D1 Male: Calamity Mershade: Injured
D1 Female: Jenriko "Jen" Florence: Injured
D2 Male: Jeremiah Sentris: Dead
D2 Female: Victory Valentine: Alive
D3 Male: Kendrick Reeves: Injured
D3 Female: Caia Wicken: Injured
D4 Male: Dylan Drake: Dead
D4 Female: Selene Ripple: Dead
D5 Male: Jamie Paradis: Dead
D5 Female: Alexa "Fortune" Langer: Dead
D6 Male: Colton Mullican: Dead
D6 Female: Adrienne Quintus: Alive
D7 Male: Timber "Saw" Carther: Dead
D7 Female: Willow Jacksmith: Dead
D8 Male: Malik Broker: Dead
D8 Female: Vida Rosalyn Harkle: Injured
D9 Male: Trim Fetching: Dead
D9 Female: Wren Sylvia Hayes: Dead
D10 Male: Tanner Hart: Injured
D10 Female: Perla Freuff: Dead
D11 Male: Adrian Colton: Injured
D11 Female: Caritta Desin: Dead
D12 Male: Zeal Skoda: Injured
D12 Female: Daria "Dare" Nettle: Injured
A/N: Far from my best chapter, but I feel as if these chapters give you insight on how the Capitol thinks about the games. Give a different out look or something.
For those who are still reading this, here are some questions:
1) Who do you think should die?
2) Who do you think shouldn't of died?
3) Who do you think should win?
4) Who do you think will win?
5) Favorite and least favorite tributes?