Writer Games | Death Wish & 51

Task One: I Wish - Females

District One - Belladonna Cranium

"Tell me, dearie...what is it you wish for?"

Cicero let himself fall  into one of the black chairs in the middle of the plain, white room,  crossed his legs and shot me an expecting glance. Predictable. So very  predictable.

"You've a nice hallway  out there," I remarked, slowly strolling toward the middle of the room,  twisting my mask around my fingers.

"Oh, really?" not a serious question, of course.

"Yeah" I stopped in my  tracks and looked at him, trying to find something interesting in his  average body of a Gamemaker, "reminds me of the one back home!" I came  to a halt at the second chair, fanning my arms out over its back,  propping my head up on my hands.

"Speaking of home..."  Cicero leaned forward, his head propped up just like mine, "aren't you  eager to share your wish with me? Might be your last chance before  your...game of death." You could literally see how he enjoyed the  lingering, bittersweet taste of every word, his strong jawline  stretching ever so slightly and his eyes glistening just a very bit.

I held his gaze for a moment before turning around and sighing, starting to play with my mask again.

"Well, Cicero, it seems that actually, my death wish has changed quite a bit over the time"!

"Enlighten me."

I thought back to the  time before meeting Seraphin and to admit something, working on a wicked  personality had been easier back then.
I turned around and swung myself over the edge of the chair, crossed my legs and flashed the Gamemaker a crooked grin.

"Well, my first wish was, in fact, to become a Gamemaker myself."
Cicero  leaned back again and of course, all those years of "training" and  "pulling yourself together" and so on made him learn to control his  face. However, I didn't miss the flicker that crossed his mouth.

"Well, what made you think like that? And why did you change your mind?"
I twisted my hair over my back and stretched my arms.

"Do you recall your words, Cicero Heraohse? Well, of course you do. Obviously!" I felt the cold grin creeping into my lips.

"You said 'game of  death'. And that's exactly what it all is. A game. A cruel game in which  the..." I made a face and waved my hand around, exploring all the  winners of Games I could remember, "strongest, most intelligent,  swiftest, most cunning ones win and survive. And you know what? I.love.  to play. Chasing, hunting, killing, the world isn't boring when these  things exist. And very vaguely spoken, the Gamemaker job is the best  profession you can to legally torture people. So, I figured out it might  be entertaining. Creating a huge show of murder sounds like fun to me.  And of course, concealing this actual desire from the dull majority of  people is interesting too. However, speaking of which, there is one  problem." I fixed Cicero with an intense stare, my eyebrows arched over  my eyes, before I eventually sighed, "Most people are boring! Far too  boring to play with them, far too boring for a good game. They always  just think about surviving, but never about playing an actually smart  game of minds! What fun is it, to put even your best mutts against  tributes who simply run away? People are dull and boring and I don't  find fun in this. See, that's why I love my job. My customers tell me  their needs and voluntarily let me play with them."

Cicero's knuckles moved a  bit when I mentioned my profession and if it was for other  circumstances, I'd have loved to find out the reason for that.

"Alright" his voice  faded into a slight sigh, "so what made you choose love as your death  wish? Isn't love like, the most boring game to play? Are there not  better games for you to play than such a downgrading one?"