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.

50. Haymitch Abernathy

Haymitch Abernathy- District Twelve

My first mentees were Seamus Cordon and Allegra Roan. Twelve was high as a kite on their victory. For the first time in history, we were excited about the Games. They were, at least. I'd been through them. I had only the vaguest shred of hope that one of them would come back. Seamus could run like a deer. Allegra could climb like a squirrel.

They died in the Bloodbath.

My second pair of Tributes were Aldous Bridge and Theo Mulroy. They were seventeen. Aldous was a harried boy who spent every second worrying about his father and sister. Theo was haunted by the Games before she was ever Reaped, ever since they took her sister. I never took responsibility for them. I was their same age. I wasn't to blame if they died. They did, in the Bloodbath. Aldous died the third day. Theo had to make us wait. She died in third place.

My third pair of Tributes were Sam Wilson and Shelby Mayd. Sam was a better father than I'd ever had or ever would be. Shelby absorbed as much bitterness as I emitted. Shelby died within the week. Sam kept going. Every day I woke up, sure he was dead, and every day he was there. I started to get nervous. Not that he might win, but that I might hope. I almost wished he would, just out of some perverse desire to say 'Aha! I told you so! I knew nothing good would ever happen to me!'. He got me, though. Right when I was starting to be able to wall myself off, he got me to hope. And then he died.

My fourth pair of Tributes were Wolf Grumby and Dannan Weaver. Wolf was thirteen years old. The bowl was full of the slips he took out so he and his six siblings could eat. Dannan was seventeen. She worked as a maid for a Peacekeeper, who made sure he wouldn't have any children when he kept her after hours. Since this wasn't a storybook, where hard work turns you into a princess, they died in the Bloodbath. I turned away and sneered and told myself to forget it, this was Panem. They didn't keep me up at night. I already had the nightmares to do that.

My seventh pair of Tributes were Crom Hart and Nettle Worth. On the third day of training, Nettle found me sleeping on the floor, the way I did sometimes when the bed felt too hard. She shook me awake, and I stuck my knife into her foot before she could kill me. After Crom was lying dead with an arrow in his back, Nettle fled from the boy from One and his sword. For the rest of my life, I would wonder if she might have been fast enough.

My ninth pair of Tributes were Fox Rianca and Cress O'Bannon. They died in the Bloodbath. That night, I thought of my future. When I did, I went down to the bar in the bottom floor of the Games center, below ground level. I sat in the corner, tossing my knife up and catching it, wondering if it might spear me through the eye if I misjudged. The bartender gave me a glass, but I didn't use it. I picked up the glass and drank a toast to the fallen. I never stopped.