A True Game's End

**WARNING: This may contain spoilers from the Hunger Games trilogy**What if there was never a "Wrinkle"? What if Katniss, Peeta, and all the other victors never went into the Hunger Games again? In this story, Katniss and Peeta train two 15 year old tributes, Willow and Rye, who are also childhood friends. But, of course, these games are different because its a Quarter Quell. How will these games end? Will friend turn against friend? Or will being friends be their winning advantage?


8. Rye- The Capitol

The Capitol looks completely different on TV than in person.

Willow and I both had the looks of awe when we pulled into the Capitol station. People dressed in crazy clothes were waving at us like crazy. We exchanged a look. A look we've exchanged before. It's hard to describe. It was a look of confirmation, like saying, "We can do this. Together."

I grab her hand and pull her to the window. We put on the biggest smiles and wave, mouthing 'Hi' and 'Hello' to no one in particular. I never let go of her hand. And she doesn't let go either.


We are escorted to an elevator that takes us to our floor. The floor where we will be living for the next week.

When we enter, Peeta leans over to Katniss. "Familiar, eh?" She nods, her face emotionless. From the looks of it, she doesn't want to be here. Neither do I, Katniss.

When we reach our floor, I don't even stop to take in the beauty of a Capitol 'hotel room'. An Avox, dressed in a face mask and a black suit, gestures down the hall to the bedrooms. I pick one, shove the door open, and collapse on the bed. I close my eyes and listen to the Nothing around me. No noise. No people. Just Nothing.

What seems like an hour later, a soft knock at the door echoes through my room. I don't bother answering.

"Rye," Willow says, her voice sad. "It's me."

I open my eyes. "Come in," I mutter.

She opens the door, walks in, then closes the door with a soft click. Not bothering to take a seat, she just stands at the door, quiet and motionless.

"What is it Wil? You seem upset." I sit up to look at her, not prepared for what I see.

Willow Benford stands before me in the most beautiful way. Her short hair is slightly wavy and combed back perfectly. Her skin looks completely smooth, her pink cheeks soft. Her brown eyes are reflected off of her light brown shirt. Her pants hug her perfectly. She smells faintly of lavender. The only thing throwing me off is the tear running down her cheek.

I stand and walk over to her, rubbing the tear away with my sleeve. "What's wrong, Wil? You look beautiful."

She shrugged me off and looked away. "That's exactly the problem. They're already changing me. I don't want to look this way." She takes the bottom of her shirt and wipes away the tear that was on her cheek.

I step closer. "Well, why not? Any guy would die for you looking like that." I smile and rub her hair.

"That's exactly the problem!" She shouts. "I don't want guys falling over for me. I'm not that type of girl." Before I can answer, she grabs the doorknob and mutters, "Meet Peeta in the lobby for your makeover." Then, she's gone.


They wax me. They trim my hair. They comb my hair. They prep me up. I don't feel like me. I think I'm starting to understand how Willow was feeling.

When I go back upstairs, I found out Willow has gone into her room without a word.

"What happened?" Peeta asks me.

I shrug and walk towards the two people in the middle of the room. Effie runs towards me. "Rye! These are the District 12 stylists; Cinna, Willow's stylist and Portia, your stylist."

Portia walks towards me and puts her hand on my shoulder. "Hello, Rye. Shall we prep you for tonight's parade?" I nod.

As I'm escorted to my room, I pass by Willow's room, and can't help worry if she's okay.


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