Head Gamemaker Crane

It's the Finale.

The girl from District Four, Evadne, is at the top of the staircase, equipped with a machete in one hand and a knife in the other. The staircase diverges into two smaller ones, curving back around and underneath the main one. On the right staircase is the boy from District Two, Grant, with the larger sword clamped in both of his hands. He holds it out in front of him, pointing it right at Evadne. On the staircase to the left is the District Two girl, Nike.

She stands there with her own two knives, one pointed at Evadne and one pointed at Grant. At this point, it's odd to see District partners still odd, but if you were to assess their tactic throughout the Game, you'd think differently. They kept each other alive, waiting for this particular moment. Waiting for the moment where it would come down to the two of them, so that they can fight each other.

It's morbid. It's twisted. But, it calls for a good show. Grant and Nike single-handedly took care of the Career alliance, slitting each one of their throats while they were sleeping. But, Evadne caught onto them. It was coming down the Final Six, leaving only the Careers alive. They weren't aware that the two other remaining tributes killed each other off, which they would have found out once they woke up. Grant and Nike knew, however, and used it to their advantage. They let them fall asleep without knowing no one else was alive, planning to kill them all in their sleep.

The night before they did it, she escaped, just leaving the pair from One and her District partner. Grant and Nike killed all of them, just leaving Evadne out there somewhere in the arena.

And here they are. Evadne at the top of the staircase, Nike and Grant at the bottom.

Grant slams the point of his sword into the stone, the sound resonating through the area they're all in. Nike takes a step forward, always being the more assertive one. She took lead of the Career group, wanting all the fame to herself. Once Grant sees her advancing, though, he begins to speed up and walk towards Evadne. Evadne surveys the two of them, yielding her weapons in front of her.

When Grant basically lunges at Evadne, she leaps backwards, landing perfectly on the heels of her feet. Grant swings his sword, slamming it right down to the ground. There's another loud banging sound, and before Grant can recoil his sword, Evadne slams her foot down on it. It's long enough for Grant to struggle to get her off it, and as Evadne sends her fist into his face, he has no time to fight back. He stumbles backwards, his nose immediately starting to bleed. It drips down his face, sliding down so quickly he has no time to react before Evadne strikes again.

This time, she sends the machete upwards through his abdomen. She leaves the blade in his body, and with her foot, kicks him backwards. He falls down the stairs, his body rolling down every step. It goes down the staircase Nike is on, and as she watches her District partner's dead body roll past her, she doesn't even blink.

She shoots Evadne a glare, Evadne refocusing herself. She only has one knife now, while Nike has two. Nike wastes no time, sprinting right up the stairs, her hair flowing behind her. She tackles Evadne, but Evadne manages to wrap her arms around Nike, keeping herself standing up. They pull at each other's hair, swipe at each other, and thrash.

The only thing that works is when Evadne sends her fist flying into Nike's jaw. Nike sends her own fist into Evadne's throat, but Evadne stiffens herself, slamming her knife downwards now. As I look at Nike, I see that the knife came into contact with her hand, piercing right through the skin and bone. The knife's lodged into her hand, Nike's knife now on the ground. With one flick of her foot, Evadne sends the knife to the side, not letting Nike try to get it.

With Nike's other knife, she swipes it forward, desperately trying to hurt Evadne. Evadne leaps to the side, grabbing Nike's wrist in the process. She pulls her arm, yanking the knife right out of it, sending Nike down to the ground. Nike squirms around on the ground, giving any last effort she can to get away from Evadne.

But, when Evadne drives the knife right into Nike's skull, I know that it's all over. And so does Evadne, who now has a victor's smile on her face. She drops the knife, blood splattered all over her arena suit.

That's what a victor should look like.

Fierce. Confident. Lethal.

It's victors like these that inspire me. Despite it only being my first year, I have come up with a few designs of arenas myself. Every once in a while, I come up with a new one, all with different tricks, muttations, and scenery. There's the frozen tundra, the haunted carnival, the bombed-out city… But those won't do.

And I know exactly what will. Just like Evadne's Finale, it will be quite the show. Anything I do will be quite the show.

I won't fail to impress the Capitol.

That is the promise I made to them, after all.

And I intend to keep my promise.

Author's Note:

There you have it – Set in Stone!

So, quick information; 70th Hunger Games, Gamemaker Crane.

Regarding submissions, the form is on my profile, or you can PM me and I'll give you the form. Quicker you fill it out, quicker I'll close off that desired spot. I don't accept reservations or anything of the sort, so I'll leave the spots open until I receive a tribute that I really like and then will close that spot off.

I think that makes sense. Just send in your tributes and I'll let you know if I'll accept it. Also, I'll keep the closed-off spots on my profile so that everyone knows what's available and what's not.

I think that's it for a Prologue; Part One, anyway. This was just an introduction and opening, and the next will be with a blog and whatnot. I understand that this might be a bit boring to read, but I never cared for Prologues; they serve their purpose, but there's more to come, so.

If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, just PM me and I'll get back to you!

That's it from Cashmere67.