Hey everyone! So sorry I haven't updated in like forever, but here's another chapter! And this one is longer than usual so enjoy!

There I sat, completely humiliated and a thin sheet being the only thing to cover my naked body. I had just been practically molested by my prep team as they scrubbed, cut, and groomed me everywhere. They had come bustling in all in matching blue skin, pink hair, and shiny silver outfits. How disgusting. They were the ones who needed the makeover, not me. I wanted to take that dumb equipment and-

"Haymitch Abernathy! Welcome, welcome to the Capitol! I am Cicatrice, your stylist for this year's Hunger Games! This Quell is going to be the greatest Games we've ever seen!" A woman came strolling in wearing heels that competed with Leta's. This woman had neon green hair that flowed down to the middle of her back and pure white skin. She had intense dark purple eyes and long, dark eyelashes. Around her collarbone was a long tattoo made up of so many words I couldn't distinguish one from the next. On her arms and wrists she had other tattoos, twelve all together. I noticed each and every one of them with curiosity. One was a mansion, another was a chisel and a block of stone, next to that was a factory and gears, I followed her arm up a little and saw a tree with two axes, then a spool of thread and a needle, it continued with six on each arm, until near her shoulders that were exposed in her tank top I saw an ear of corn on the left and a mining hat and tools on the right. I realized each of the tattoos represented a district in Panem. I found myself starring at her with intense curiosity as she did a 360 around my body. I subconsciously pulled the sheet a little tighter around myself. I didn't trust any of these people, but Katniss had warned us we better. Not like I cared. I was going to do what I wanted to do and think what I thought. And I thought that these people shouldn't be trusted.

She then cocked her head to the side, her hair falling completely to the right and leaving the left side of her pale neck exposed. I cringed at the sight of her neck. There were angry, deep red scars all over of all different sizes. It was horrible. My face must have looked repulsed because she quickly widened her eyes, then put her head back upright, covering it with her bright hair. She then smiled awkwardly with her sparkly lips. "Okay, Mr. Abernathy, would you like to know what I have in store for you?!" She asked.

"Not really." I snorted, which made her smile even more in amusement. I was still a little curious about her scars, though. What had happened to this Capitol citizen? They were supposed to look like that. They were supposedly flawless and perfect without any pain or scars.

"Well, too bad!" She clapped her hands together and I noticed her nails matched her hair in color. Thankfully, they didn't look as long or as sharp as the girl's in my prep team, though. Those should be considered a deadly weapon. "Okay, so we are going to make you a victor before the Games even start!" What was this lady getting at? I raised an eyebrow in skepticism as she continued. "You and the rest of your district are going to be dressed as royalty complete with crowns and everything! And instead of making you stand like all the other tributes, we are going to have you sitting in chairs nailed to the chariot to show you are so much better than them, they have to stand while you get to sit in comfy chairs like the one the victor sits in! Now, I know that we have to represent your district, so the entire chariot is going to be black and coals are going to fill up the floor of the chariot! Then, we are going to get black horses and put miner's hats on them so they are the miners, not you guys! Well, what do you think?!" She looked at me expectantly.

All I said was, "That's going to be dumb putting miner's hats on horses." And, "Why does everything you say have to be an exclamation? Can you not talk like a normal person?" There was no way I was going to compliment the idea, even if it was kind of smart and memorable. I could also tell it was the perfect subtle rebellion: District 12, the poorest, most underrated district with only one victor was going to win again. All four of us were victors already, better than anyone else. It was also the perfect slap in the Capitol's face as to remind them that not only did someone from District 12 win, but it was a twelve-year-old girl.

She didn't seem fazed by my comments, though. In fact she grinned bigger. "I knew you would like it!" She winked knowingly at me. I was actually left speechless. What a strange woman she was. And what confused me the most, though, was that I was already begging to trust her.

Later, I was standing around with all my other District 12 members. I took in all of them as we got ready for the opening ceremonies to begin. Echo looked like a little princess with her blonde hair in a braid wrapped round her head elegantly. Her blue eyes were highlighted and sparkles added to her face. She wore a pink flowing dress and heels only about two inches. A silver tiara was placed on her head to top off the cute princess look. Then, I looked at West who pretty much matched me. He wore a black suit similar to mine and looked cleaner than I ever thought he could be. I also noticed that his stylist had made him look bigger and bulkier rather than his actual very skinny frame. He wore an elaborate crown on his head that made him look older and more mature somehow.

Then, there was Maysilee who was wearing a dress with a color similar to Echo's. It looked more like a grown up version. Yeah, that was the best way to describe it. It was less frilly and more revealing. Not to mention her shoes were taller. Another thing setting her apart was the elaborate jewelry she wore. Diamond rings and earrings, lots of bracelets, and a necklace with a huge shiny pendant. She really did look like a victor straight out of a career district. How different we were from anyone else who ever was in the District 12 chariot. As if to remind everyone we actually were from District 12 and we could still look like this, our chariot was exactly as Cicatrice described it would look like. Black and covered with coal.

We all climbed in, West and Echo, the oldest and the youngest in the front while Maysilee and I were in the back. The chairs were extremely comfortable and I almost couldn't wait to show the Capitol what District 12 looked like. Not like I would show any excitement. I turned around to look for our stylists and there they were, all standing in the back, staring at their creation with huge grins. I saw Cicatrice holding hands with Maysilee's stylist who was probably the most normal looking Capitol man I had ever seen. Good choice. She gave me a thumbs up then blew a kiss. I couldn't believe she had actually made smile then. I was shocked at myself. I just turned around, but before did; I caught a glimpse of Katniss standing next to them, looking quite nice as usual. She saw that I had noticed her and winked jokingly at me as she mouthed good luck. Then, just as the doors were opening and someone announced District 12, she put her finger under her chin and pushed up. Chin up. Look proud. Got it. And then she was gone as the light from the stadium poured into the chariot room. Here goes nothing.

I hope you guys liked it and that you like Cicatrice as much as I do! She will be seen and more about her will be explained later in the story. Also, I forgot to tell you in the last chapter that the mention of Evander is foreshadowing a flashback...? Does that make sense? Anyway, he too will be explained later in the story! Wow I have a lot of explaining to do in this story haha!

Oh, and one more thing, please help out a fellow writer and check out my friend, tvd1002's story, 10th Hunger Games! More tributes are needed for the SYOT! Tvd1002 is an awesome writer and who dosen't love SYOTs? I made a tribute, so if you do decide to make a tribute(and I hope you do!) be sure to look for Bastion Hawkins! Thank you in advance for submitting and I love you guys! Also, don't forget how much I love reviews, they mean so much to me! The good, bad, and the ugly ones, so submit away!

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