The 'Flower of Panem' or 'The Angel of Mercy', Seraphine Reza is the jewel and pride of Panem. One of their most treasured victors in the history of the Hunger Games and a favorite of President Snow.
While she smiles, comforts and plays her part ev...
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Sera rubbed her gloved hands together as she stood inside one of the places she was desperately trying to avoid.
The Sanorium.
The faded sign read out 'Sanorium'. It was clear that some of the letters and words from the sign were missing but that was the least of her concerns.
In fear, she wrapped her arms around herself. Her breath fogged up when she breathed indicating the drop in temperature. In front of her, the two other tributes bickered between themselves.
For some odd reason, they'd decided to ally themselves without Sera's approval or opinion. Despite being allies, they'd bickered all the way to this place. Although their argument seemed harmless, Sera couldn't take that risk. Every now and then, she would glance at the boys as they walked inside the old building.
Sucking in her fear of the unknown, Sera hesitantly followed them inside. She had been here before, earlier in the game. The memories of this place were fresh in her mind. Everything was the same as before. In the reception area, there were wheelchairs scattered around and some metal seats bent in bizarre ways. There were carts of medicine vials and syringes laying around. Some abandoned hospital beds with straps attached to them.
She watched carefully as Ripley walked over to one of the beds and played with the straps. He had a horrified look on his face but his actions said otherwise. "This is your idea of a safe place?" He complained, letting go of the worn out leather strap and walking over to the middle of the reception.
"You have a better place?" Gaius sat down on the floor next to the entrance and huffed tiredly.
"Maybe not an abandoned hospital." Ripley retorted. "Hospitals scare me."
Gaius chuckled. "I don't think you should say that out loud." He made a gesture with his eyes as he tilted his head to look up. The gamemakers were listening. Sera immediately caught onto what he meant and made a mental note to not talk about her fears. She didn't trust the two career tributes but she knew they knew things she or any other non-career tributes did not. After all, they trained for these games their whole life.
Ripley grumbled under his breath and rolled his eyes. "What are they gonna do? They've already done their worst."
"I don't think-" Sera cut herself off when she heard it. That awful moaning sound. It sounded distant and almost echoey. She had heard it before too. "We need to get out of here." She stated, reaching for her blades.
Confused, Gaius jumped to his knees and took out his axe. "Why?" He questioned, bringing his axe in front of him defensively. The moaning got louder and more echoey. They could all hear it more properly. It sounded like thousands of voices in pain, all distorted.
"What was that?" Ripley questioned, fumbling around his bag for something. He took out a coin-shaped metallic disk from his bag. Then he pressed it, the coin unfolded into a metal staff.
