"Manon Blake right? She's the one who went on a killing spree in her games."
⤷ The games broke her, so how the hell can she go back into the arena and fight for her life again during the quarter quell? How can she kill the friends who have helped he...
"I'm Manon Blake, victor of the 73rd annual hunger games and they cannot break me."
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"Is this all really necessary?" I bluntly ask my prep team who are currently attacking me in hugs and praising me all over again.
They have just arrived in five all the way from the capital in order to get me ready for my victory tour that starts tomorrow. And saying I don't want to go is the understatement of the century, I don't know how they expect me to stand in front of the families of the people I killed and act happy.
It makes me sick.
"Let the girl breathe, we don't want to suffocate our victor now do we?" I hear a sweet voice say from behind me. I look to see my amazing stylist Althea.
"Thea, it's so good to see you," I say before wrapping her in a tight hug.
"It's good to see you in person again. I hope you're settling in better now." Thea states in her soothing rhythmic voice. She's been my rock through this journey, even when I came back home she called me on my new fancy phone that was included in my new enormous house in victor's village.
My mom and sister love our new home but I really miss our old quaint home down in the poorer part of district five. But it's nice being so close to my mentors, my house is right next to James' identical one, Bex and Eli's houses are on the other side of James' house.
"My dear have you not been taking care of yourself? You're so pale and skinny, and don't get me started on those eyebrows." Sterling states, he has always been the blunt one.
"I'm sorry if keeping up on my looks wasn't a priority of mine lately." I spit out with a bit more venom than I intended, making my prep team's features morph into shocked expressions from the harshness of my voice.
"I'm sorry, I haven't been sleeping too well." I finish which is painfully true, my nights have been plagued by terrifyingly accurate nightmares of my games. They never stop so most nights I barely sleep, I just stare up at the ceiling wishing things were different. Wishing I wasn't the awful murderer that I am. But those wishes won't come true, because I killed people willingly so that I could be here with my family.
"No worries dear, let's just get you ready for tomorrow. You're going to be absolutely stunning." Sterling says while dragging me up to my room to start the aggravating process of violently removing all of my body hair.
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The day passed quickly and now it is the morning of the victory tour, Thea has dressed me in a black dress with a bow around my waist. She also begrudgingly made me wear uncomfortably tall heels.
As I make my way out of my house I'm greeted by a camera right in my face, "Manon! It's been too long, all of us here in the capital miss you! Now tell me, how excited are you for your victory tour?!" I hear the voice of Caesar Flickerman ask through one of the speakers on the camera.
