•The Capitol • Six Years Before the Revolution •
"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the winner of the 69th annual Hunger Games, Ivory Kentwell!"
Not even a second after Cesar's voice rang throughout the stadium, the crowd erupted in a rattle of noise. Some of the noise was cheers, others booed, and some were just screaming insults. I didn't care about the capitol's opinion of me. But I have to admit, I did love the applause.
As much as I love the cheers and amazed looks from the capitol, I understand the disgusted and horrified looks as well. I am quite the controversial victor. Not even two days into my games I had a record held over my head.
"Ivory Kentwell: Victor responsible for the most deaths in their Games"
I should be more ashamed about it, I should feel great remorse for the deaths. And saying I don't isn't true. I don't like what I had to do, but I don't regret it. Each of the tributes had just as much of a possibility to kill me. Technically that's not true either.
I do feel remorse, but I don't feel guilty. I don't feel regret. I didn't kill them because I hated them nor was it because I the "vicious killer" the capitol paints me out to be. No, I killed for the same reason anyone else did, I did it to protect my family.
I did it for my sister.
I did it to go home.
And I will never be sorry for that.
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Revenge or Revolution
FanficShe survived. Brought glory to her District and her family. She secured money and safety for the rest of her life. But Victor's siblings aren't protected from the games. Ivory Kentwell was forced into volunteering and survived her games at the age o...
