Verse || Victor of The Games || Hunger Games
The 72nd annual Hunger Games.
The thought was sickening. The slaughterfest had gone on for 72 years with the Capitol being head of the puppet strings. Not a single person wanted to compete in those godforsaken cruel games. Except for maybe the careers. They seemed to be the only ones who were excited about being apart of such brutality. Careers were trained, vicious, and took no mercy. District 12 hadn't been lucky enough to have the luxuries of training and all the amenities of the districts close to the capitol. The only purpose of District 12 was to work in the coal mines and be the laughing stock of the games. Haymitch had been the only victor until Jacoby had proved his worth in the arena. His size proved an advantage even if he was reserved and quiet. No one had deemed him much of a threat. District 12 wasn't a priority when it came to eliminating the competition.
Despite everything Jake had won out with a season change every few hours. The worst of the worst of all the elements were present during each change. Blistering heat with no water source. Blizzards and freezing temperatures unable to escape from. Tornados and hurricanes were anything but merciful. The capitol was cruel and people didn't deserve to be tortured in such ways. His best weapon to get back at the Capitol was to help Katniss win her games. Sponsors would eat up a chance to support the 'Girl on Fire". It was there that he did his job dutifully until he was captured in case Katniss did not comply to President Snow's orders. Waking up in a cell wasn't what he had in mind and he wasn't sure how the hell he was going to get out of it. While incapacitated they started messing with his mind. It was becoming harder and harder to be able to tell what memories of his were real and which ones were made up. His will was being broken slowly but surely and he was powerless to stop any of it.