Cartoons// [Eliza One Shot]

She sat in the Cheyne living room, stool pulled up right next to the television. Her blue eyes were wide and all seeing as she absorbed every single flash of content that was put on the screen. Eliza had been up early that morning, watching all the pre-show goodies that ran before the Bloodbath. The training scores were showed again, edited down clips of the Reaping ran by, sometimes put together into a montage set to music. They aired the reason of the hunger games video at least five times, but Eliza still watched. It was as the tributes raised up on their plates and the gong sounded was she finally given what she craved.

Blood was immediately spilled, kicked up in the dusty soil of the arena. The first tribute fell, her body dropping to the ground mangled and bloody. It was just a girl from District Nine. Nothing to cry over. Yet, as the Bloodbath raged on Eliza found herself watching the girl from her own district fall.

She jerked up from her seat, tossing the stool behind her.

"This is pathetic!" she screamed, fury running through her veins as District Four was humiliated on national television. "We should have sent our best! Now everyone thinks we're weak!"

Eliza kicked the stool, sending it tumbling into the hallway. It was like this every year. Their tributes would have so much promise and then disappoint.

She should have volunteered, then at least District Four could have been proud of something.

Clenching her jaw, she turned her gaze back to the TV, watching as the male tribute from Four crashed his hands into the girl from Nine's skull in a slow motion recap.

"There we go Mordecai," she said, clapping her hands together. "That's more fucking like it."

She watched the remaining tribute from Four slash his way through the tributes, ending the life of Drake Harvest from Eleven.

Finally, there was a tribute to be proud of. Eliza searched her memory for his training score- a ten wasn't it? Impressive. She wondered what he had done to earn such a high score.

Kneeling down in front of the television, the camera zoomed in on Mordecai showing his face covered in other tribute's blood. Eliza reached her hand up, placing her fingers on the TV.

"Do it Mordecai," she whispered, her eyes wide as the boy on the screen turned to gather his loot. "Kill them all."