Every Monster has a Creator

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The Game of a Life Time

Calypso shrugged off her dress and pulled on her original clothes. Besides her stood Tali, who was pulling Calypso's hair out of the intricate style it had been in.

"What do you plan on telling your team?" Tali asked smoothly, "they can't know the truth yet and we both know they are going to ask."

"Haymitch already knows," Calypso said as Tali's face twisted with concern, "don't worry yourself, he's trust worthy. As for the others… I'm not sure. Katniss and Peeta will be easy enough to ignore and so will that woman."

"And Gale?" Tali asked. Calypso shot a look in her direction. She knew what Tali was insinuating. She had learned long ago that it was neither smart nor easy to lie to Tali. She had a way of knowing that truth whether you out right told her or not.

"I don't know… he is confusing," Calypso stated, her tone ending the conversation. Tali merely sighed for her long time friend as she helped her wash the layers of makeup off. Calypso had never been good with people yet alone people she cared about. Tali doubted Calypso even knew what words to put with which emotions. She just wasn't the feeling type. All Tali could do was hope that Gale would be able to fill in the missing pieces for her.

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Calypso walked as slowly as possible as she neared the dining room on her floor. She knew what awaited her. Opening the large door she stepped into the room, and as quickly as could seem normal, took her seat. At once all talking ceased.

"So when were you planning on telling us you were a killer in high heels?" Peeta asked in a serious voice. Calypso looked at him for a moment before a small sound was heard, and then it was heard again. It took a moment for everyone to realize but Calypso was laughing… actually laughing.

"Well, I wanted to make a 'splash'," she said with one of the first real smiles Gale had ever seen gleaming across her cheeks. She popped some fruit in her mouth.

"You don't seem very surprised," Calte huffed to Haymitch, "did you know this was going to happen?" She didn't seem able to decide whether to be elated about having the first thirteen in her group or angry that Haymitch didn't say anything.

Haymitch merely shrugged his shoulders, "I didn't know anything for sure." But the glint in his eye made Calypso smirk inwardly. The rest of the table gave their congratulations and discussed strategy while Katniss sat in silence. She had finally realized what Haymitch, and later Peeta, and even Calte knew, that Calypso was unbeatable. She would most definitely win this game and Gale would die.

Katniss felt eyes on her and glanced upward. Calypso peered at her with the all knowing eyes of hers. Anger welled up in her chest, how could she sit across from the girl who would no doubt be involved if not directly cause her best friend's death? Calypso seemed to almost know what she was thinking.

"You have no reason to worry Katniss," Calypso said, "if he dies it will be by his own fault, I will have no part in it." Everyone fell silent.

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Gale sighed as he swung his wooden sword about him in curves. Calypso crept easily up behind him with a spoon in her hand held like a knife. She moved to place the metal against Gale's throat but at the last moment Gale swung backward pausing half an inch from her throat. Calypso smiled and tapped his stomach with her spoon. Gale knew that if that had been a real attack and her spoon a knife, he would have died before he even had the chance to swing.

"You're up late," she said as leaned against a nearby window. Gale joined leaning against the wall besides her. He was close enough to touch her. It was in that moment that Gale vaguely wondered if her hair would feel like satin or her skin like velvet.

"I couldn't sleep. You?" he asked. Calypso was very aware of how close he was but she couldn't bring herself to move away.

"I rarely sleep anymore," Calypso smiled softly. Gale studied her closely. Gale knew better than to ask, If Calypso wished for him to know the nature of her past then she would tell him. "Are you ready?" she asked and Gale nodded. "Remember, no matter what happens you keep yourself alive, understand?" she asked with a serious look.

"And what about you?" Gale snapped, taking her arm in his hand "Am I just supposed to stand by and let you die if I can stop it?" He had spent the entire night trying to imagine Calypso dying but he couldn't. It seemed impossible. Not just because she was strong, but because Gale didn't think he could stand it if she did. Over the last week Calypso had become more than the cold girl she had been the first day he met her. At meetings and training he found himself pulled toward her like some invisible force wouldn't let him go long without seeing her.

To anyone who spent time with her she seemed cold, distant, cruel, but Gale knew better. She was scarred, someone somewhere had hurt her to the point where the person she was died. Gale couldn't even imagine what could have happened, and he didn't want to. But even with the underlying pain she made an effort to be better. She tried to act kind, she tried to be different.

The way she moved and spoke, it was so beautiful, so strong. Calypso was unlike any person Gale had ever met in his life. Despite every hardship she pushed through, she kept going. He couldn't help it, he had broken his promise.

"I will die whether it is by your hand or another's," her voiced echoed with a acceptance that Gale couldn't even fathom, "perhaps for the sake of your sanity, if the opportunity should arise, allow another to kill me so that you will not have to take the burden upon yourself."

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Calypso stood in the basement of the arena. The uniform consisted of a simple tunic and pants. The cloth was strange, not cotton or fleece. It was synthetic the type of cloth, the kind designed to dry quickly. She rolled her token between her fingers. It was the small wooden cat figurine given to her by the girl in district 12, the girl whose brother had died at the base of The Cornucopia. She had promised the girl she would bury it for her and Calypso was not one to break her promises.

She turned to glance at Tali who stood nearby. She gave her a serene smile. Tali smiled back, unlike the others Tali knew Calypso felt no fear or anxiety, even the careers were nervous, but not Calypso. No, when those platforms rose there would be blood and pain and death. Calypso would feel right at home.

Calypso closed her eyes and smiled to herself as the platform rose. Her heart beat slowed and she was aware of all twenty-three of her competitors. She felt the sun stream across her face and opened her eyes. All twenty-four of them were standing on a plateau, the warning lights for the bombs flashing at their feet.

They were in a circle around a hundred yards away from The Cornucopia which sat in the center. Calypso glanced about the plateau. She couldn't see over the edge but she could tell by the wind that they were up high and the drop was probably pretty great. Calypso noted the place of every competitor before turning to The Cornucopia. She studied its contents before spotting a short sword situated at the top. She smiled. Thirty seconds ticked by and the timer went off. Everyone rushed forward at once.

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Gale dashed forward, not even bothered to grab the pack near his feet. He dipped down to grab a sword a few feet away. Something whizzed past his head and he turned to see a boy with an ax poised at his head fall to the ground. He turned to the other side expecting to see Calypso but instead Mettes grabbed him by the arm and lifted him up.

"Get your head in the game," she shouted in his ear running ahead. Gale's stomach dropped as Mettes felled another tribute easily. Two down and it hadn't even begun. Gale pushed his feelings aside, he was in a game now and to survive he had to kill.

He reached The Cornucopia in a matter of moments. Bodies had already begun to pile up around it. Staren stood on the rim, a bow and arrow in hand. He fired sloppily at a the other tributes, only managing to hit a few. Zarr ran through the people, a sear in one hand and a sword in the other. He swung madly laughing with delight. People were running as fast as they could toward the edge but just as they reached it the stopped. It seemed like there were only three routes down safely. Layla was a one, killing anyone who got within range. Zarr was maneuvering his way to another.

"Gale!" Staren shouted form his post. "Go guard the other escape!" Gale moved to go when Mettes grabbed his arm.

"No," he said, "Stay, some have to get away for the next week or so won't be very fun." Staren hooted with approval. Gale merely watched as the weakest and slowest were picked off easily. Some tributes were jumped off the sides. Gale had no idea what was below the plateau but he highly doubted they would land without any injuries.

A small group of tributes had huddled together and Layla and Zarr had cornered them. They were circling like wolves stalking their prey. Zarr lunged forward when there was a huge explosion just two his right. Layla screamed and the pack of tributes took their chance to take off in the direction of the open path. Zarr was stumbling about, stunned by the explosion.

Staren hopped off the ledge and took off. He was halfway there when another explosion barely missed killing Layla. Gale made a move to go help but Mettes stopped him once again and pointed up. A small black object soared through the air and where it landed another explosion rocked the earth. Gale stood and saw her. Calypso stood only feet away, smiling like a jackal.

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Calypso took off at the sound of the bell. She danced easily through the people she encounter. She moved so quickly no one even noticed her. She watched as a boy tried to swing an ax at Gale only to be killed by Mettes. She saw Staren pick up the bow and arrow. She saw everything, even the small piles of "debris" that littered the area. She smirked. So the game makers wanted her to put on a show? Then a show she would give them. She grabbed four small vials and began to scoop precise amounts of the piles into them. A simple piece of thread acted as a fuse and when they were done she hurled the first one laughing happily as it exploded.

Staren, Layla, and Zarr made their way back over as Mettes tried to stare Calypso down. She merely smiled. Staren made a move to string an arrow.

"Ah-Ah-Ah," Calypso cooed as she shook a small container in her hand, "wouldn't want me to blow up The Cornucopia would we?" She glided easily up and grabbed a short sword from the pile. Zarr growled and looked ready to rush at her, bomb or not.

"Relax Z," Mettes the voice of reason said, "let her take what she wants. It'll be all the more fun when we hunt her down at cut her to ribbons." Calypso didn't seemed phased by Mettes bloodthirsty words as she picked a well loaded pack. She smiled and began to back up. Zarr moved forward matching her movements.

Calypso merely reached into her pockets and pulled out her last match. Flicking it she lit the last bomb and tossed it high into the air. They ran for it. It landed and exploded, taking out half The Cornucopia with it. Gale counted the careers making sure they were all still there. Staren stood with Layla, Mettes by Gale. Zarr wasn't there.

Looking forward he was there chasing Calypso as she grew nearer and nearer to the edge. At the last moment she turned, catching Zarr off guard and plunging her sword through his chest. The first career was dead.

Calypso felt Zarr's blood run down her arm. She pulled her sword out and looked down at his slumped body without a hint of remorse. She turned to the edge and stared out at the largest expanse of water she had ever seen. Small islands littered the horizon. So this was the arena they had chosen. Without a second thought or any hesitation she dove off the edge and into the crashing waves below.

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