The Queen That Wanted Her Kings-The Hunger Games Fan-fiction

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1: The Newest Victor of District 1

Storm POV:

It had seemed that beyond this day a new leader was born.

A tribute of the current now accomplished 61 st hunger games will now finally be recognized for their victory.

After many years of being trained by the best peacekeepers, the best mentors, the best of everything, even just plain fighters on the streets from the poorest districts mostly, actually paid off.

I won. I actually won. I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to do the hunger games. I didn't have to do the hunger games. I didn't have to volunteer. I was chosen by my mentors (this is before Cashmere and Gloss) but even if I didn't want to, I just wanted to get over it. If I did in the games I died. If I survived I survived. Like I said I wanted to get it over with so I did.

I Storm Warrior Xavier Knight King am the newest Victor of District 1. The winner of the 61st hunger games.

I was happy. I felt honored. I felt sane, I felt like I was the same person. I felt "normal."

But that first night after winning, being home after the arena, a place where I felt free despite the blood being spilled and splattered, the lives lost, and their souls vanishing from their eyes on the grounds of that arena I was proven wrong.

Nobody ever tells you about the guilt.

The pain.

The visions.

The PTSD.

The reflexes that turn deadly if the triggers become familiar.

The nightmares.

The relief.

The denial.

The hatred.

The anxiety.

The fear.

The thoughts you wish you could get rid of.

Seeing them everyday knowing that you're the reason for their deaths,

They say it's a honor for winning.

A victory that needs to be celebrated.

They say when you win the hunger games that will live in peace and luxury.

Luxury yes but when does peace ever come?

I would rather die in a torturous pain then be a victor because when you're dead you don't feel a thing yet I feel everything.

I feel the pain that no kid should ever have to face,

I went through things that no kid even if you are from District 1 or 2 should never have to experience.

Even after everything, was it all worth it?

I guess it depends on who you ask.

Narrator:

After the first rebellion, after the first hunger games, all the generations, all the children that came after, their lives were sold. They were sold even before they were conceived. They were sold to the devil but this man was worse than the devil.

He was currently known as President Cornilous Snow.

And his time of reign was about to end because a new leader was about to reign but this leader wasn't a President. She was a queen but this queen needed to wait.

This queen WANTED her kings.

Kings she wants. Kings she will get.

The new princess was about to reign as well and so was the queen's first born son despite the son being 2 years old and the princess being 15 years old.

This Queen would do better.

She would stop the hunger games.

She would stop the prostitution but everybody knows...everything comes with a price, no matter who you are.

In the end nobody ever wins the hunger games. Everybody dies. When you are a victor, a winner you don't come the same way you left. A piece of you is taken. You may be a called or seen as victor by others but at the end of the day you are just a pawn in this twisted game that you can't seem to get rid of. You may have a title labeled as a "Victor" but you are a murderer that no one wants to get rid of because why? You won? Fair and square? You're hot? You're beautiful? Yet people judge the victors that went to substances. Haymitch. The morphlings.

They are just pawns in this game that people say is over when one person is left standing in the arena.

It never stops no matter the amount of tries you try to stop it.