Jasmine stared at the screen in shock, the crimson river oozed from his neck. The face she'd once known lay mauled on the floor next to the half destroyed body. Her brother was dead.

"Such a disappointment...." Her father complained, the blondes eyes widened. "Finnick won last year, how hard can it be" the man stormed out the room and went up the stairs of the house.

"My son..." her mother began to cry before scurrying out the room, she looked down and hurriedly wiped the tears off her face. The thirteen year old stared at her lap, it was over just like that. Her family wouldn't be leaving the house until the Hunger Games were over.

A few months later she felt herself be escorted onto the podium, her parents were stood with her. The victor from 2 stared at her, a speech that was decades old being recited. It was in that moment she decided she would enter the Hunger Games. And she would win.