Some of you might remember that one of my best friends wrote an alternate ending to The Hunger Games. She has decided to write a sequel to that, and here it is! Don’t read if you haven’t read the first part or The Hunger Games book.
I wonder why some victors went mad after their games. Glory, fame, fortune, pride for your district.
Sure you can have nightmares from bad experiences, but the worst experiences for me weren’t bad, for a seemingly heartless Career.
So it’s mostly a few of the more disturbing deaths, Katniss, Glimmer, a few others.
I remember watching little Rue’s death. I couldn’t help but feel bad, wishing Marvel had given her a quicker death.
A Career wasn’t supposed to think like this. But I was. I can’t be a bad Career though, I did win after all.
I sat next to a window on the train home. Just thinking. Staring really. I didn’t know what to think now. I had accomplished everything I had prepared for.
I didn’t know what would happen next. I would of course be a mentor now. And for a Quarter Quell. Fantastic.
I had trained all my life for these games. Now I had nothing.
I hated this the most. I hates these games. I wish I could’ve just had a normal childhood. Like in the past. Before the Capitol.
So what now? Just sit at home, going off to the Capitol to mentor kids every year? I wasn’t sure. Probably.
But what about the rest of the year? No training like I always had done. But what?
All I had done at home was train. Well there’s no more training and there never was free time. Now I can spend time with my friends, Sidra and Laxus. Or Cato.
But right now, I just wanted to get home. I wanted to see my parents and my siblings.
Maybe life can go back to normal. I’ll have my own house in the Victor’s Village. All the money and food I need. An easy life.
An easy life sounds boring.
My escort, Benna, barges into my room. I looked over at her.
”It’s dinner time! Hurry up!” She chirped.
I slid of the chair and followed her into the hall.
My team was there. Brutus, Lyme and Enobaria, mentors, Shila and Cadmus, stylists, and Cato.
I sat down between Shila and Enobaria. Shila was Cato’s stylist. I hadn’t spoken to Cato since the berries.
After dinner I headed back to my room and looked out the window. I saw the beginnings of District 2.
It was a large district. Cold and sad looking on the outside. But fairly pleasant on the inside. Just like most of the people here.
We had to wear coats onto the train station. It was cold this time of day, even in the summer.
I saw my family and ran towards them. Hugs were exchanged. There were lots of people around, Capitol people taking pictures and footage.
We had dinner at the mayor’s house. Even though it all looked nice, it was quite boring.
I got to see my closest friend besides Cato the next day. She was helping me move my stuff into my new house in the Victor’s Village. I was between Enobaria and Brutus. Those two fought all the time, so I was nervous about that.
Well anyway, my friends. Sidra Spades has been my friend since I was 13. She’s a year younger than me and has dark brown hair and brown eyes and sort of pale skin.
Laxus Rider has been my friend since I was 14. He’s my age and has reddish brown hair and green eyes.
Cato Roed has been my best friend since I was 6. His mother was friends with my mother and she had introduced me to him.
When Cato was 9 his mother died of cancer. His father hates everyone, including Cato.
I had always felt a little guilty, having both parents when a lot of people were missing a parent.
When I was finally moved in, I felt alone. I had always lived with my family. It was quite with out my siblings.
My sister is Aria, she’s two years younger than me. My brother is Tomm, he’s three years older than me. They fight with each other and me all the time.
This house was just too quite.
When I finally got to sleep, I woke up from a nightmare where a muttation came out of nowhere and killed everyone I care about. It was worse than it sounded. And I couldn’t get back to sleep.
I wasn’t really sure of what I was doing or why I was doing it. I had moved into my new home that night.
But it was empty and sad and lonely.
I wasn’t sure how a walk was helping it. In the middle of the night. When it was freezing outside.
I found myself sitting outside a house. Another Victor house. I wasn’t sure who it belonged to.
I don’t know how long I sat there. I do remember the sound of the door opening and light spilling out.
”What are you doing, Clove?”
”Nothing, Cato.”
“Sitting outside of my house in the middle of the night doesn’t exactly sound like nothing.”
“I couldn’t…”
“Sleep.”
“Right.”
There was silence.
“I had a nightmare about the mutts.”
”What happened?” He sounded concerned now. He sat next to me.
“They just came out of nowhere and killed… people.”
“Who?”
”You.”
More silence.
“Can I come in?”
“Sure.”
Cato let me sleep in the guest room. All the victor houses had three rooms, a kitchen, a living room, two bathrooms, and a dining room.
It took a while to get to sleep, but when I did, I had a nightmare.
Mutts were chasing me. Two mutts, actually. One with blonde fur, bright blue eyes. Male. The other had dark brown hair, grey eyes and a mockingjay pin attached to its collar.
Peeta and Katniss.
In the dream, I was running in slow motion. The muttations were walking, they didn’t have to run to catch up to me.
Then they attacked. I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t move. I could only feel pain.
Then I heard a voice. Cato’s voice. Yelling a name. My name. Then I felt someone shaking me.
My eyes snapped open. “Clove, are you okay?” Cato asked.
“I’m fine.”
”You were screaming.”
“I’m fine.” I repeated.
“You tried to attack me when I was waking you up.”
“I said I’m fine!”
“Sure.”
There was silence.
“Well, goodnight.”
And with that, he left.
I still couldn’t fall asleep. I finally crept out of the guest room and into Cato’s and crawled into bed next to him. I didn’t want to be alone again.
I woke up to someone banging on the door. Cato ran downstairs. I heard talking. Then Cato came back. “Go to the other room. Quick.”
I didn’t ask any questions, I just jumped out of bed and ran back to the guest room. Then my mom came into the room, followed by Cato.
“I was looking for you!”
“Sorry.”
“Sorry? I came into your house to see how you were after you just moved in and I find you weren’t even there!”
“I had a nightmare and I came over here.”
My mother frowned at me.
” Why were you checking up on me?”
“My sister was a victor. I know how moving into a victor house is. She hated it the first few nights.”
I sometimes forget that my mother’s sister is Cleo Sevina, who won the 58th games by killing off her fellow careers in the night. She killed all her enemies as they slept.
She told me she hated her victor house. It was too quite, too big, too lonely, whatever. She never married or anything. She was more of a family person. That was her excuse anyway.
My mom made me stay in my victor house that night. I couldn’t sleep again, so I put on Cato’s jacket that he had left at my house, and went outside.
I walked down the road to where the town center was. In the day, it was full of people. On the weekends, it looked like the entire district was out.
Now, at night, it was empty.
I heard an unfamiliar voice call out. “Victor!”
Then a knife came out at me. It slashed across my forehead. I fell back. Two kids ran up to me, and searched the jacket pockets.
“Aww she don’t have no money.”
They collected their knife and ran off.
My head ached, I was losing blood. I had been cut the same way I had cut Katniss in the arena. If I remembered correctly, she had just enough time to get to a cave with Peeta before passing out.
I ran to Cato’s house. I had just enough time to take a few steps inside before I collapsed.
