75 Victors

by LadyCordeliaStuart

I wrote a fic about the 23rd Games, and that spiraled into a little universe with 22 Victors I had to make up. This will give them backstories I can draw on for future appearances. I'll be adding more Victors as more come from my SYOTs. Canon Victors will get a little something, but I don't want to mess with them, since neither I nor my readers made them up, so they'll be shorter.

4. Sequioa Wilson

Sequoia Wilson, District Seven

I searched the platforms for Will, my District partner. We had graduated together a few weeks before the Reaping. He was more of an academic than a real down-home logger, but he knew his way around a hatchet. Our eyes locked at we both smiled. These Games were ours for the taking. The Cornucopia sat on a flat stretch in the side of a sprawling mountain. I couldn't even see the top, but I wasn't headed that way. Below us stretched miles and miles of pine forest. That was our domain.

I looked into the Cornucopia. There was a pile of axes on one side. I hoped the fluffy jackets and canned food would distract the other Tributes. I'd kept an eye out in training, and I knew which of us would care about weapons. The boy from Ten would want the sword across from the axes, and the boy from Six would run for the bow. Let them have them. It wouldn't matter anyway.

I found myself leaning over the edge of my platform as the last few seconds ticked away. I wanted the adventure to start. Sure, a few kids would die, but that wasn't my fault. I wasn't the one who made the Games. I was just going to win them. The gong sounded, and we started to run. A lot of the others ran up or down the hill. I darted straight into the Cornucopia and grabbed as many hatchets as I could carry. Will ran up behind me, according to plan, and he watched my back as I worked. I tossed him a hatchet and started stuffing whatever I could find into my pockets. I heard a cannon and whipped around to see if it was Will. It was the boy from Six. He lay on top of the bow with Will's hatchet in his back.

"Hey!" Will called. He held out an arm and I tossed him another hatchet. Our plan was to kill only if a Tribute was a threat. I was here to win, not to chop up little kids. I acted extra zealous in training so they only knew I could. They didn't know I didn't want to. I bent over and tucked a box of matches into my bra. It wasn't elegant, but it worked. I saw the boy from Ten out of the corner of my eye. He was running after the smaller Tributes. Coward.

I heard Will grunt, and then scuffling sounds. When I turned around, I saw he was pinned underneath the giant boy from Four. His hatchet was pressed flat against his chest, and the giant's hands were around his neck. I threw one of my hatchets at the boy's head. From seven feet away I couldn't miss. I helped Will wiggle out from underneath the giant's bulk and helped him to his feet. The Cornucopia was ours for the taking now. We took what we want and headed for the woods. Together, we would be unstoppable.