10, 9, 8, 7...
The countdown starts. The cornucopia bloodbath is one of the highest rated segments and he knows it. It’s the time when the weak are killed and the strong have to soldier on until one lone victor remains. This is where the districts get the hope that they need or the shattering heartbreak to know that another one or two children from their district has died.
6, 5, 4, 3...
A third of the tributes are looking around, evaluating their chances of attempting the cornucopia or just simple running away while the others have their eyes fixed on their prizes.
The game makers had decided to give some of the tributes what they wanted. For the district two boys there was a pile of swords while for either of the district one or twelve girl, there was a single silver bow and set of matching arrows.
2, 1... Let the seventy-forth hunger games begin!
In a matter of minutes half the tributes fell dead on the ground. Obviously district one and two had all of their tributes left as expected but so did district eleven and twelve.
“Show the district twelve girl,” He said walking up to one of the main screens.
The screen flickered from the district two boy and then to the district twelve girl. Katniss Everdeen the girl on fire was certainly making an impression yet she still had yet to receive sponsors.
On one of the smaller screens, the girl on fire’s district partner was making some interesting choices.
“He’s teaming up with careers sir,” one of the younger game makers had mentioned.
He nodded as if to signal to put it on there and there it was. The boy from district twelve pledging his allegiance with the career pack on the condition that he has to help them find Katniss. Panem would be shocked and if the boy ever made it home he would not be well liked. People in the districts tend to hate the people who betray their tributes.
