Maya Casden, Winner of the 299th Hunger Games, District 10 tribute
I stared at the papers in his hands as the minutes ticked by. Both of us knew there was no point in this meeting. It was just ordered by the president of Panem, Kendel Silver.
"Would you like to see the arena plans?" Zayn Daxton, the head game maker, asked taking his amber eyes off the cloak.
"Will it be like last year?" I croak, remembering the terrifying arena that struck fear into even the Capital. The rain that blinded us into hate, into fear, into no remorse for anyone.
"No, it will be better."
"What?" I sniffle, trying to hide the fear that hit me like a slap to the face. My games had been terrifying enough, now he wants to top it?
"There will be twice as much bloodshed."
"So 48 tributes?"
"No, more mutts. Better arena. Something that will stop the rebels in their tracks."
"Rebels?" I ask, pretending not to know anything. It was my tactic for the games- acting dumb.
"There have been rebels crawling out of their little holes after your time in the games?"
"I brought on the rebels?"
"Yes, but they'll be gone soon."
"How can you be sure, with the Quell this year?" I ask.
"Let me tell you something." He sighs, "the Quell twist was made to silence the rebels."
"What? How?"
"The districts voting in their smartest and strongest, it'll tear their forces apart."
"What? How will it tear their forces apart?"
"Nevermind," he sighs, turning back to the papers in his hands. "Do you want to see the plans?"
"No..."
"What's with the uncertainty?" he asks, prying at something buried deep in my soul.
"Nothing, it's nothing," I shrug, getting to my feet.
"What did I say?"
"Is this done? I don't want to see the plans, can I go? I need to get back to ten."
"Sure, there's a guard outside who can escort you to your train." He says with a malicious look in his eyes.
I've always wanted to create an SYOT, and now I finally have the inspiration to do it! This is my first SYOT so please don't hate. The tribute form is on my profile.
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Marie464