The Hunger Games: Mashup

Chapter Fifteen

The Capitol

“So the Reaping has begun, has it?” asked Dr. Frankenstein.

“Yes. I would advise you to make the final preparations on the arena, Dr. Frankenstein. We are almost done, but you need to check it for any chinks in the system,” said Kyoya. He gave the doctor an angelic smile. “We don't want any of the tributes escaping from the arena, now do we,” said Kyoya. Dr. Frankenstein gave him a cruel grin.

“Absolutely not—what fun would be in that if all of our tributes managed to stay alive?” he asked him. Kyoya and Dr. Frankenstein shared a look of happiness. People looking on upon them would see two best friends, indulging in a secret. In reality, they were reveling in the blood and horror that shook Panem every year, and everyone knew that they loved it.

“Who do you think will be chosen this year to die?” asked Kyoya curiously, jotting down a couple notes on his clipboard.

“Ooh...I hope it's some interesting people. It's no fun to experiment new looks and traps on predictable test subjects. Then all of the results are worthless,” he told him. “I like outliers in the data banks. I hope we get some crazy people. Those are always fun to twist into monsters,” he cackled. Kyoya gave him a smirk.

“Personally, I like the women—pitiful creatures they are. I prefer to see their beautiful faces contorted in agony.” Kyoya gave a shiver of delight, and then regained his composure, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“Isn't the Hunger Games a marvelous treat to watch?” asked Kyoya. Dr. Frankenstein nodded at him.

“I agree. It's all so fascinating—it makes my heart pound in my chest!” Light Yagami, Dr. Frankenstein's most trusted partner in creating the Games, looked over at them coolly.

“Talking about the Games, I see,” he said to them coldly. “You can indulge in your conversations after you've reviewed the final draft of the arena,” he said to them.

“Of course, Light. Forgive my foolishness,” said Dr. Frankenstein, turning back to his computer. Light picked up his bag from his desk and smiled at Kyoya.

“I'm heading home now to see the Reapings on TV. Would you want to come with me? Misa's not home, and I'd be terribly bored without someone to talk to,” said Light. Kyoya shook his head.

“I shall have to decline. I have some work to attend to as well—I need to talk to the props manager,” he said to Light. Light shrugged, patting Kyoya on the back.

“Suit yourself, Mr. Ootori. I shall be leaving then,” said Light, heading out of the door. Dr. Frankenstein and Kyoya missed the evil grin that lit up Light's face as he headed off to watch twenty six children face their fate, and possibly their doom.

Yes, the Capitol people truly loved their games.