Myriadviper42
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Prepare yourselves for the second fanfic in my Hunger Games Quintet. I must say, it took a lot shorter to get the correct amount of people than last time. But then again, I was not well known then. Anyway, if you wish to have a special role, check my blog. And may the odds be ever in your favor.
Prolouge
Ilio Vazon
Head Gamemaker
I look through the files on my desk, not even paying attention to the start of the Games. I keep on looking for one word.....Orcon....Orcon....Orcon...... Orcon had been my last name before I'd had to change it in the Capitol. Surely they'd had a record of it.
I find the Orcon file. I see my oldest son, labeled Ovino Orcon. His status was Terminated. The same with my wife, Alia, and my middle daughter, Saria. I looked at my profile, Odyseus Orcon. My status was at large. But my youngest daughter, Paige.....the sheet said unknown, only that she had stowed away pretending to be dead after having been 'killed' in the Games, and then flew the hovercraft away.
I close the profile. I listen to the intercom, and wait for my name to be mentioned. Neo Anderson to see Mr. Smith, Neo Anderson to see Mr. Smith-Would Jack Derison please see Mr. Cole.-Mr. Vazon, the President would like to see you. I get up. Finally, he's answered me.
I walk out of my room and into the president's office. President Oran gestures for me to sit down. "Your answer is?" I say, waiting. The president takes a while to respond. "It intrigues me why you are concerned about the whereabouts of Paige Orcon. Why do you care?" I think of something to say.
"It's just that.....that a tribute who escapes us should be made to suffer....I want that to happen......" The president stands up. "I will tell you all I know. She somehow digged the tracking device out of her arm and pretended to be dead. She then knocked out the pilot and steered the ship eastward. One of our cannons in District 11 knocked it out of the sky. She was never found."
I feel a mixture of emotions, relief and fear most prominent among them. So she had survived. But then she would be left to the mercy of the wild. I'm thinking about this when a small, paper-thin man of about 20 walks in with some drinks. The president smiles. "Ah, Coriolanus. It's nice to see you." He turns to me. "This is my friend, Coriolanus Snow. He's helped me in several political traps."
Snow smiles, but it looks unnatural on his lips, which look rather stretched. "Tea for you all?" he says, pouring sugar into all three cups. The president smiles, and accepts it. I look at the tea, an it seems unnaturally runny. We clink our cups together, and we drink. At least, I pretend to.
Immediately, the President falls over, clutching his throat. I rush to his side. Snow has a blank expression as the President falls still.He narrows his eyes at me as he sees I'm still alive. I reach for my gun, but I realize I left it in my office.
I look at him with hate. "You killed him," I say accusingly. He chuckles. "That cannot be proven," he says. He smiles, and I realize this was the truth. "I have one question," I say. He tilts his head. "And that is....." I look at him. "How did you survive the poison?"
He leans up close to me and I can smell blood on his breath. "Why, that's my little secret, isn't it?" He laughs, and kicks the door to the office open. I can't prove anything, which is infuriating. I can still feel the stench of his breath, even after he had left the room.
Prolouge
Ilio Vazon
Head Gamemaker
I look through the files on my desk, not even paying attention to the start of the Games. I keep on looking for one word.....Orcon....Orcon....Orcon...... Orcon had been my last name before I'd had to change it in the Capitol. Surely they'd had a record of it.
I find the Orcon file. I see my oldest son, labeled Ovino Orcon. His status was Terminated. The same with my wife, Alia, and my middle daughter, Saria. I looked at my profile, Odyseus Orcon. My status was at large. But my youngest daughter, Paige.....the sheet said unknown, only that she had stowed away pretending to be dead after having been 'killed' in the Games, and then flew the hovercraft away.
I close the profile. I listen to the intercom, and wait for my name to be mentioned. Neo Anderson to see Mr. Smith, Neo Anderson to see Mr. Smith-Would Jack Derison please see Mr. Cole.-Mr. Vazon, the President would like to see you. I get up. Finally, he's answered me.
I walk out of my room and into the president's office. President Oran gestures for me to sit down. "Your answer is?" I say, waiting. The president takes a while to respond. "It intrigues me why you are concerned about the whereabouts of Paige Orcon. Why do you care?" I think of something to say.
"It's just that.....that a tribute who escapes us should be made to suffer....I want that to happen......" The president stands up. "I will tell you all I know. She somehow digged the tracking device out of her arm and pretended to be dead. She then knocked out the pilot and steered the ship eastward. One of our cannons in District 11 knocked it out of the sky. She was never found."
I feel a mixture of emotions, relief and fear most prominent among them. So she had survived. But then she would be left to the mercy of the wild. I'm thinking about this when a small, paper-thin man of about 20 walks in with some drinks. The president smiles. "Ah, Coriolanus. It's nice to see you." He turns to me. "This is my friend, Coriolanus Snow. He's helped me in several political traps."
Snow smiles, but it looks unnatural on his lips, which look rather stretched. "Tea for you all?" he says, pouring sugar into all three cups. The president smiles, and accepts it. I look at the tea, an it seems unnaturally runny. We clink our cups together, and we drink. At least, I pretend to.
Immediately, the President falls over, clutching his throat. I rush to his side. Snow has a blank expression as the President falls still.He narrows his eyes at me as he sees I'm still alive. I reach for my gun, but I realize I left it in my office.
I look at him with hate. "You killed him," I say accusingly. He chuckles. "That cannot be proven," he says. He smiles, and I realize this was the truth. "I have one question," I say. He tilts his head. "And that is....." I look at him. "How did you survive the poison?"
He leans up close to me and I can smell blood on his breath. "Why, that's my little secret, isn't it?" He laughs, and kicks the door to the office open. I can't prove anything, which is infuriating. I can still feel the stench of his breath, even after he had left the room.
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