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GLORY & GORE . . . chapter one

in which the quarter quell is announced

in a perfect world, the victor’s village would be a lovely place to live. every home was built to accommodate the wealthy victors of a murderous game built by a psychopathic society. the life of a victor was lavish, adorned in crystal and synthetic perfection.

the reality was much more grim, as you’d come to find in the full two years since your games. you’d mentored your first tributes, two headstrong youths with far too much faith in their groomed abilities. neither lived, eclipsed by the heartbreaking love affair in the poorest district.

their victory tour had ended mere weeks ago, punctuated by their sudden engagement. you’d watched it alongside your own mentor, a victor your age by the name of kyle broflovski. he’d won his games at the young age of fifteen, nearly five years ago. he was the youngest victor aside from district four’s kenny mccormick, who’d won nearly nine years beforehand at the age of fourteen.

kyle’s mother, a lovely woman by the name of sheila, had prepared his mansion for announcement of the third quarter quell. you were anxious, biting your fingernails, leg bouncing beneath the arm you’d propped on it. kyle’s calloused hand slid easily over your knee, an iced glass of whiskey in his shaking fingers.

scattered throughout the room were the victors of district three, six in number, almost exclusively men. you were one of two women, the other being a middle aged victim named liane cartman. she’d lost her husband to the capitol, and her son to the games two years prior. it was a tragic loss, orchestrated in your own arena by the career tributes. the other three were unimportant to you — grumbling, bitter old men with no desire to mentor the oncoming tributes. your escort, a lovely woman named kelly turner, rounded the rather large sofa to take a seat beside you.

“y/n, dear, why so nervous? this is the experience of a lifetime! we should all be honored to witness a quarter quell in all its glory,” kelly gushed, a bright smile on her face. she was lovely, but entirely brainwashed by the capitol. the games were simply that to her — games, a fun pastime, not a death sentence. it was unnerving, to see someone so excited for the slaughter of innocent children.

“maybe you’re right, kelly,” you mumbled, tossing a worried glance to the ginger victor at your side. he was visibly anxious, his hair tousled and his face gaunt, deep bags shadowing his under-eyes. you still found it within yourself to think he was gorgeous, despite the orange stubble, worry lines, and haunted eyes. there was something exciting about your attraction to the man, perhaps triggered by the certain punishment by the president if uncovered.

“it’s starting,” the man uttered, his breath catching in his throat. you snapped your head to the projected image on the clean white walls of his home, your stomach turning and your forehead collecting sweat. the president’s wrinkled face appeared onscreen, an unnervingly pleasant smile hidden in his graying beard. you gulped down the lump in your throat as he spoke.

“ladies and gentlemen, this is the seventy-fifth year of the hunger games. and it was written in the charter of the game that every twenty-five years, there would be a quarter quell to keep fresh for each new generation the memory of those who died in the uprising against the capitol.

“each quarter quell is distinguished by games of a special significance. and now on this the seventy-fifth anniversary of our defeat of the rebellion, we celebrate the third quarter quell as a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of the capitol. on this, the third quarter quell games, the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors in each district.”

the silence was deafening, ringing in your ears, your mouth falling open and your heart pounding out of your chest. you looked to liane, a devastated shell of a woman, her eyes hollowed and her body stiffened. you wanted to vomit — no, you were going to. you raced for the nearest waste bin, saliva pooling in your mouth, bile rising in your throat, and released your sick into it. everything about your body was collapsing, from your heart to your knees into the polished wooden flooring of kyle’s delightful home.

“victors shall present themselves on reaping day regardless of age, state of health, or situation.”

you couldn’t breathe, wheezing echoing in your ears, the room spinning at a speed your boggled brain couldn’t comprehend. you were going to be reaped again. if there’s one thing you knew for certain, it was this.

you were going to compete in your games again.

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