Prim's Games

Epilogue

President Snow sat down, trying to shut his eyes and ignore the hundreds of screaming and yelling Capitol residents from far below. He even tried to remember a fantastic song he had heard this morning, but the lyrics had slipped his mind, and above a crowd of endless yells and shouts was not the place to try and remember such a thing.

He sighed. The Hunger Games had been a fail. The Games this year had failed to produce a Victor. This wouldn't usually make a difference to him, one more person dying, but the Games ending without a Victor, that would send this great nation into anarchy. He had already heard of countless small rebellions in many of the districts. The reason behind it, how could they send 24 children off to a Games which all of them would die. This of course was not true, a Victor was a necessary requirement, to keep the Districts quiet.

In his ear piece, President Snow received his cue to make his speech, and so he stood up and braved the crowd. All of them went silent the second they saw him pop up. Many signs were being held up, with things such as 'what good is game without a victor' written boldly on them.

President Snow scratched his head in confusion. In his opinion, the Games had been the most dramatic yet. After watching Rue get speared then push Marvel out of trees by her legs. Followed by Prim losing her balance standing up after checking to see if Rue was alive. He smiled at the thought. He enjoyed that moment, when the Tribute knew that they were going to die, then realised the could do nothing about it. That fear, was something powerful. That feeling of utter helplessness. And that was what he saw in Prim's eyes, in those final few moments before she landed hard on the ground with a spine-cracking thump.

"People of Panem." He addressed. "It has come to our attention that many of you are disappointed with the outcome of the 74th Annual Hunger Games. I personally cannot blame you. A game without a Victor is not a game at all." He paused for the effect.
"Indeed, the Games shall continue, and in a way none of you could ever have imagined. This will not be the 75th Annual Hunger Games, but merely an extension of the 74th, and let me tell you there will definitely be a Victor this time, our new Gamemaker, Plutarch Heavensbee, will make sure of that."

President Snow eyed him, making sure he would meet the same fate as his predecessor if anything went wrong.
"Only this time around, our tributes will not just be normal children from different districts around Panem."
He waited to hear the whispers and murmurs that were passing between Capitol residents below him.
"You might not be aware, as it has been quite hushed up, but recently, there was a rebellion, which involved 54 Avoxes. They were trying to overthrow the Capitol. Whilst 23 died during the rebellion, we were left with 31, and then they were executed accordingly, until we were left with 12 boys, and 12 girls. These Avoxes will each represent a District. This will be the next games. I give you, our new Tributes!"
President Snow weakly gestured in disgust to the 24 Avoxes who were walking out into the open, held in chains, linked at their hand and feet.

He licked his lips with pride at the same time, no Avox would ever rebel again, knowing what punishment would ensue.

The last in the line, was a young girl with dark hair. A glaring determination in her eyes. The Capitol had killed her sister, but they were not going to kill her.
Katniss Everdeen grimaced, making direct eye contact with President Snow.

The End.