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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Like exotic birds, Capitolites fluttered and chattered around her excitedly in a half-drunken state. But some were fixed to their spots with their heads turned to the screens around the opulent room.
"Can you folks belieeve the start this year?" A man dressed in muted blue and vivid yellow asked, looking around the busy room. "I never thought we'd see a real bloodbath under Crane."
"HA! Crane's finally gone and done it!" A woman giggled, rocking her body back and forth. "Cashmere, doll, your tribute is gorgeous! I love the hair!" She shrieked out with beady eyes as she swung her drink down before turning to the bartender behind her.
"I loved her dress at the interview much more..."
"Left little to imagination." Another woman chimed in with a few claps. "I really hope she comes back. She'd be real fun to be 'round!"
"It's like she's a younger you!" Another man in blue and yellow clapped his hands together. "So much finer but of course, you're still a looker!"
"Aw and here I thought I was everyone's favorite." Cashmere purred out with a coy giggle. Her smile slipped for a moment as she spared Sera a glance but Sera wasn't looking at her.
"And now, everyone's already looking for the next me! Well, there won't be one!"
Tuning out the conversation and laughter, Sera stayed away but not too far into the distance where she couldn't be seen, just off to the side like a forgotten prized vase.
The other mentors did the same, some mingling with the other guests for sponsors and some getting drunk, trying to forget about everyone in the room. Nobody wanted to be in the center of the room, not like Cashmere.
She took her eyes off the board in front of her to look at the walled screen at the lounge where wealthy and powerful Capitolites gathered to celebrate the start of the games.
Like a fool, Celsi on the screen ran straight to the Cornucopia when the games began, sprinting and going for a girl from Three. He grabbed a sickle-not a bad choice for a weapon. Slashed the girl's neck and foolishly decided to go after a career.
He was ambushed, tackled to the ground. His sickle landed next to him. The boy from Eleven didn't hesitate and grabbed it before sprinting off away from the bloodbath.
Celsi flailed around lost for direction. He heaved himself up and looked around the blood soaked grass floor.
His chest rose and fell as he took deep labored breaths, ducking as a tribute was flung his way.
Thinking she'd be an easy target, he tried to fight back and attack her, only to be knocked onto his back.
Taken off guard, Glimmer-Cashmere's tribute raised her dagger and stabbed him in his stomach repeatedly, blood staining the grass and his guts spilling out until another loud cannon was heard.
