The Funger Games

Chapter 8

Katpiss woke early to the sound of an alarm. Her personal servant walked in gently and turned it off.

No signs of morning streamed in through the windows—it was too early for that. Far below, the Capitol streets were full of celebrations. It was the first day of their beloved Funger Games. Katpiss turned over in her bed and sighed.

For the first time in a week, Katpiss wasn't horny. The excitement of the soaking ceremony and all the public engagements had riled Katpiss up and made her extremely horny. Whenever the Funger Games came up, she freaked out. Maybe because it was the prospect of being sent to an untimely death. For fifty-one weeks of the year though, Katpiss usually maintained a sweet, calm disposition. "What has gotten into me," Katpiss thought to herself.

Katpiss put on her old interviews and TV-montage moments and watched in disbelief. She was ashamed she acted crazy. She shouldn't've hooked up with Haybitch or Puta. Haybitch was a drunk and Puta was a nobody from school she threw herself at because he had a big cock. She needed to focus. She had a game to win. If she didn't win, she would be dead. DimHoes and her mom needed her.

Katpiss let out a cry and collected herself. She made her way to the parlor and stripped down for her physical examination. The doctor was a DILF but she was not there to fuck him this appointment. Her face remained expressionless as he carried out the exam and implanted a tracker in her arm.

"Alright Miss Everspleen," the doctor whispered "your examination is complete. Is there anything else I can...do for you?" The doctor had a devious glint in his eye and he was aggressively biting his lower lip.

"Fuck off, Doc," Katpiss asserted, sliding off the table and walking down the hall for makeup. "I don't want to fuck. It was a stupid mistake last week."

After makeup, Katpiss made her way to a private helicopter. The ride was short but exhilarating. She had never flown in a helicopter before. Thirty minutes after takeoff, the plane landed again.

Sinner escorted Katpiss down the hall and held her hand until a glass enclosure dropped down over her. "Win for me girl on fire," Sinner shouted through the glass. "I hate these games too. You have people's attention—even if you hate how you acquired it. Use it to your advantage and use it to make a difference. I know you have the power to make a change."

"Thank you, Sinner," Katpiss cried back "I'll win it for you and for the people of Panem." At that moment the floor beneath Katpiss started to rise. Sinner stood planted outside the tube and waved as Katpiss traveled up.

Unlike the morning, the sun's rays were out and blinding in the Funger Games arena. The platform stopped moving and Katpiss stood in a field. The other twenty-three tributes from twelve districts stood around her in a circle. At the center of the circle was the Cornucopia, teeming with weapons and survival supplies

The rules sounded over a PA system but Katpiss wasn't listening. She sighted smoldering just-a-friend Puta from across the circle but she didn't pay him heed. She needed to win. The gun fired and Katpiss stepped off her platform.

The seventy-fourth annual Funger Games had begun.