The 100th Annual Hunger Games

Chapter 13

Fayora paced the room, it was hours before the interviews began and she was already completely stylized in a silky gold dress.
She fumed, thinking about how she had been forced to come, her old schoolmate had brought her to these games. And she was going to pay with her life for that.

Not only would Fayora be going to the games, the fact was she didn't care on that part, but on who the Capitol also brought in with her.

  The boy was older than her, only by a year, however, she had treated him like an older brother. And he thought of her as a younger sister.

They both pushed each other harder, faster, better, every day they were in the academy. His name was Leroy Echo, the mayor's son.

Fayora wasn't worried about herself, but worried that since they were the best fighters going into the arena, that it would be up to each other to kill the other, which was not an option for her.

Death or victory.

At this point she wasn't sure if her dying would be the victory though, or if his would, because obviously the other would win.

Fayora began to pace again before stopping in front of the silver and diamond vanity and looking into it's mirror.
Her reflection appeared the same as always, hard and unwelcoming. The only person to have seen the other side of her was Leroy while they trained, laughing at each other's mistakes and correcting them.

Now she wouldn't have to show that he was important to her, it would only hurt them both.

Her face had been painted with gold curls woven to form a gold crown on her brow, much like the tribute crown.
It shimmered in the light, framed by her curled red-orange hair, which had been chopped to her shoulders by her stylist.

He had said something about it complementing her face shape or something, she hadn't been paying attention when he was blabbering.

She awaited in her room, impatiently pacing the floor again for her stylist and escort to arrive.

The dank hallway the tributes awaited in was silent other then their footsteps. One by one, they walked into the bright lights, surrounded by the cheering and screaming of the audience.

Fayora held her head high as it became her turn. She ignored the audience and followed the small Benjamin boy, midget, and they walked up a set of stairs on one side of the stage to a higher platform where all the tributes sat waiting for their interview turn.

She sat back casually in her chair, leaning in it's curved back.
The other two district one tributes seemed to be aloof and determined to get the other out of the arena, making Fayora want to throw up all over her shimmering gold gown.

Benjamin sat down on the large chair next to Ceaser Flickerman, the host, who had silver hair with glitter in it, as well as his grey metallic suit, that made him look even smaller than he was. Ben wore a magenta suit with a lace scarf with fancy cream stitching on the edges of the sleeves.

Throughout his interview, it was made clear that he was trying to play off the ten he got in his private session and be the "innocent" small boy.

He did so effectively to the audience, because they awed at his short replies and his eyes stayed on his hands most of the time.

This boy was good. Fayora thought. But she knew where he had come from, district one, and there was no changing that fact. This boy was deadly.

The crowd erupted into cheers as he bowed stiffly and made his way up to his chair next to Fayora again. As he passed her, facing away from the cameras, he sneered.

Fayora chuckled softly as she stood for her interview turn.

She refused to acknowledge the people with more than a smirk, and it drove them insane when she did.
Her perfect twelve in private training had been unrivaled, so the crowd was excited to hear more from her.

Ceaser waved her to the seat and began the interview.
"So, Fayora, what do you think about the games this year? Scared from the numbers?" Ceaser grinned at her, prompting her to answer.

Fayora flipped her hair and barked a laugh. "Dear Ceaser, absolutely not!! That just makes for more people for me to kill!" She grinned winningly at the camera.
The audience went wild, the room shaking with their eagerness.

Ceaser waved his hands for quiet so he could respond. "Have a little devil now do we? Tell us this, who is your main target in all this? We're dying to know." He laughed at his little pun, more than appropriate.

"I don't know Ceaser-" Fayora drew it out, teasing them. "We will have to find out."

Ceaser laughed again. "So feisty, but that means there is one then?" He leaned forward and wiggled his eyebrows.

Fayora tilted her head curiously and smirked. "Perhaps . . . ."

The audience began to chant "Tell us! Tell us!"

Ceaser nodded, grinning at the audience.

Fayora opened her mouth, "If you must knooowwwww. It's that one, peacock boy." She pointed up at Wesley, who blinked rapidly, his face pale.

The girl, Ash, leaned into his ear and whispered something to him. He straightened and nodded, waving at the audience with a smile on his face.

Fayora rolled her eyes as the cameras directed at her again and the buzzer rang.

Ceaser took her hand and they both stood, bowing to the audience as he dismissed her.

Tribute after tribute went, and Fayora had to keep pinching herself to remain awake.

By the time Juniper returned to her seat, and it was Wesley's turn, Fayora snapped awake again, seeing how her death proclamation had affected him.

He seemed alright, winning and all smiles, towards the end to the interview, he asked an odd question.
"Can Juniper Heights come down here please?" He asked, sticking his hands into his pockets.

Ceaser agreed hesitantly and Juniper stood, and cast a confused glance towards Ash, who pushed her gently.

"Now what do you want?" Juniper asked as soon as she reached them.

Wesley smirked to himself and got down on one knee.
Juniper froze, and for the first time, terror was plain on her face.

"I meant to do this a long time ago Juniper, but I never had the guts too. Now, before we go into that arena, I'm not asking for a marriage, I'm giving you this ring as a symbol for you to take, if you wish. As a symbol of us." Wesley said.

The audience held their breath, gasping or screeching in joy.

Juniper slapped him, but then sunk down so that their eyes were at the same level and grabbed his face, kissing him passionately.

Wesley had a tear on his cheek and smile on his lips as he slipped the ring on her left ring finger.

Fayora wanted to barf.

That's all for now folks! Also, I skipped the private training sessions for a reason, you will be able to see those events in memories later to come however.
-Agent Em