Everyone wanted to punish her but he knew that there would be no point. They tried to punish her by ways of destroying her family but still he argued that no one would fall for whatever accident they could come up with. She was going into the arena in a matter of days, so if the other game makers had their wish, she would be dead at the cornucopia; or the first couple of days at least but somehow he could not stand the thought of this.
He argued that she had more to show, that the people of Panem already loved her because she had made the right impression by first volunteering for her helpless little sister and then being set alight for her opening ceremony.
He gave her the highest score in the whole games. An eleven out of twelve at most that would get her targeted by the other tributes, maybe that monstrous boy from district two, or possibly the district one girl, Glimmer. Either way, when the scores are posted people would know that she would be one of the tributes to watch, she just had to make another unforgettable impression at her interviews.
He took his seat next to the other Game Makers only his was the closest to President Cornelius Snow, and you can bet that President Snow would want to know how a girl from district twelve got the highest scores.
“President,” He said with a fake smile spread across his face as the President came to make his announcement.
“We need words later Seneca,” President Snow said in a chilling tone.
He watched the tributes try out all different tactics. The girl from district one had decided to go for the sexy, glamorous appeal that many of the past tributes from district one had gone for. He didn’t mind it one bit. The next few tributes just repeated timeless tactics that still were adored by the people of Panem. Then came the district eleven tributes who just answered with a yes or a no so his interview was over in a couple of minutes. The next was his district partner. A seemingly sweet little girl that would have her work cut out for her if she wanted to survive these games.
Then it was her turn; Katniss Everdeen the girl on fire was up next and had decided to go for a tactic that was rarely seen among tributes. She was being honest. Without the flames a few people had thought that there was not much of a show until her stylist made a circle motion with one of his fingers and then she had done it again.
He was fixed on only her. The girl on fire had brought the flames with her and as she spun she looked more beautiful than ever.
In that moment he had debated whether to cover his own mouth but he had resisted the temptation. Never before had he thought of a tribute as beautiful. Yes he had only been the head game maker for about a year or two but still he had watched them before the 74th games and thought some of the older tributes from district one, maybe two, were worth a second look but this girl on fire was worth a whole lot more.
The whole audience, including the government members, did not expect to be stunned even more by District Twelve but they had not counted on the district twelve boy’s ability to manipulate and surprise even the toughest of audiences.
‘...because she came here with me.’
The shock from every person in the Capitol, and most certainly Panem, was genuine and echoed around the whole stadium. Even the President himself seemed to be a little shocked at this news. Never in the history of the Games had there been such a statement towards another tribute and he did not like it one bit.
