how this story goes {oneshot}

[Lyn𝛿is]

Nina Crowne

In breathless excitement, I'd hardly slept at all the entire night before the Bloodbath. My first big story - and not only on the Games, but on a Quell, at that - with fifty-two tributes, there was bound to be exciting plots that did this Games justice.

I have to admit I'm a bit disappointed that not even my reporter privileges let me see the arena before today, but they've got a point - it would have spoiled the surprise. And what a surprise it is, I may not know anything of physics, but it must have taken the best Capitol scientists to create the illusions as detailed as they are in there, all those upside-down ceilings and floors and magic crayons. This is an arena I'll be sure to visit as soon as the Games end.

But in a strange sort of way, I miss the more natural arenas they had in past Games. Maybe they're running out of beautiful places; it always seems a shame when such arenas are destroyed, because then the re-created ones never feel quite right. That's probably a treasonous thing for me to think, isn't it? I can't very well go up to the Gamemakers and tell them they shouldn't blow up volcanos or make canyons crumble, because it definitely wouldn't do to have less exciting Games.

This Games is bad enough. Clearly they shouldn't let anyone from the Districts run them, not even a victor as loyal as Cricket Antoinette. Seriously, giving people a bunch of crayons and gag gifts instead of weapons? Even I could have predicted this leading to a bunch of people getting killed only by sheer luck or falling off the treacherous terrain. Even the victor kid died in the Bloodbath, which would have been perfect if I was writing Victor's View or something like that, but now it just makes my job harder.

Man, I just hope Eleven wins, but I doubt we'll let them after all those rumors about Katelyn.