Carolina-Ax Butcherson

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Looks: She has thick, wavy, long sun-streaked brown hair that compliments her tan skin, and a curvy figure. She is visually muscular  with grass-green eyes and a pretty, almost innocent looking face. Well it would look innocent if she was not always glaring at something. She is missing one eye and covers it with a patch.

Interview

I stared numbly at myself in the reflective glass of a window as I waited for my name to be called for the interview. Thats how this entire experience had been. Numb. I was aware of the danger I had thrust myself into by volunteering- but I really didn't have a choice if I wanted to live. Yes, you heard me correctly, I volunteered for a fight to the death because I wanted to live. At least here I had a chance. A slim chance, but still a chance.

The girl who looked back at me was not the rough and intimidating girl I had grown up as, this girl had been groomed, scrubbed and painted until she appeared to be someone else entirely. The girl looked soft and gentle, with wide innocent eyes. Yes you heard me, eyes. My stylist had insisted I wear a glass eye instead of my patch, which now was stuffed in the bodice of my silken green dress which accentuated my figure perfectly. In short, I looked beautiful.

I didn't want to look beautiful. Beauty was a weak tool women used to please men, to seduce the bastards. I didn't want to look beautiful, I wanted to look fierce. And I would, I decided in a split second. It was time to commit my second murder, I was going to kill the impossibly beautiful girl in the mirror.

I drove my fist into the glass and it shattered, the tributes who stood next to me jumped as huge slivers of glass fell to the earth slicing everything in their path. My fist and arm stung as they bled. I smeared the fresh blood on my face like warpaint and using a slice of glass to unevenly cut my dress up to my knees, exposing the tall hunters boots underneath. I messed up my hair, shaking the carefully curled hair free of its bun.

One of the girls behind me gave me a grossed out look, I glared at her- oh I had almost forgotten! I popped out the glass eye and threw it at the girl's head. Her head snapped back as the heavy glass ball hit her in the chin. I smiled. Served her right. I ignored the range of looks the other tributes gave me and ripped my patch from the breast of my dress and secured it in place.

During my extreme makeover session the nine male- Jason, I think- must of left to go do his interview. I hadn't noticed. On the screen in the corner of the room he was just being wished well by Myla. It was almost my turn, the peacekeeper who had been making sure everyone got on stage on time suddenly appeared, his jaw dropped when he saw the mess.

I ignored the range of looks the other tributes gave me and ripped my patch from the breast of my dress and secured it in place.

During my extreme makeover session the nine male- Jason, I think- must of left to go do his interview. I hadn't noticed. On the screen in the corner of the room he was just being wished well by Myla. It was almost my turn, the peacekeeper who had been making sure everyone got on stage on time suddenly appeared, his jaw dropped when he saw the mess.

"What...?" He uttered looking from me to the mess to me again as if his brain couldn't wrap around what had happened. As if on cue the lone glass eyeball rolled past his feet.

From the screen I heard Mayla begin to announce me he must of heard it too, because he roughly grabbed my arm and pulled me up to the curtains. "We will speak to you later about that, now you need to go." He said pushing me onto the stage, if I hadn't been as agile I think I would of fallen flat on my face, which, lets face it would of been a horrible start to my interview.

Music thudded my ears as I strode confidently across the stage, my eyes fixed on Mayla who sat in a cushioned chair. I didnt dare look out at the sea of sharks who cheered for my blood. I sat down, she smiled when she saw me. A smile so genuine I would of believed she was a truly kind loving person if she hadn't been the mastermind of this horror show. As far as I was concerned, anyone who sent kids into an arena and plotted ways to kill them as a reality show couldn't be that nice.

"So," Mayla leaned forward her crystal blue eyes locking on me, "We all know the Capital is a huge upgrade from district ten, what's your favorite thing so far?" Mayla had a surprisingly soft voice for a maniacal child killer.

I raised my eyebrows, "Who says its an upgrade?" I asked challengingly, wondering if I could bring out the beast within her. The crowd laughed nervously sensing the tension.

Mayla didn't flinch her smile widened and she chuckled, "Well you have quite the sense of humor! Doesn't she folks?" she asked turning to the crowd who roared with laughter.

I sent her my worst death glare, "Well at least district ten is full of real people and not artificial ones who were probably bred in freak factories." I cocked my head to one side goading her to do something. Most of the crowd was silent having no idea of what I said. There were a few 'hmphs' here and there, I guess not the all of the capital was that stupid. Mayla was apart of that ever so small fraction.

I saw a emotion I didn't know flicker through her eyes, but other than that she her face remained as it had been. "Well, you're very witty and full of humor! I like you! Don't you like her folks?" Once again the crowd roared, it was kind of funny how they seemingly went with anything Mayla said. I wondered if they would jump off a cliff if she said it was a good idea. Probably.

She tore her attention from the crowd, and once again her gaze was locked on mine, "Now, I take it you liked your home? What do you miss most about it?" She asked taking my rough calloused hand in her soft one as if this was a sentimental question or something.

I thought for half a second going through my memories of ten and trying to remember something positive about it. I came up with one person, one person who had made my life ok. My mother, but she was dead now. I realized that I had nothing to go back to which made this feudal grasp at life seem even more pointless. "I hated ten." I said finally with venom in my voice.

Mayla looked perplexed, "Thats a new answer. Any particular reason why?"

Yes... I thought in my head but my words were very different, "No." I explained flatly, gauging Mayla who seemed to of caught onto the fact I was hiding something. Wonderful.

Yes! I thought in my head but my words were very different, "No." I explained flatly, gauging Mayla who seemed to of caught onto the fact I was hiding something. Wonderful.

She seemed to want to press the subject. She hesitated. I noticed a list sticking out of her dress suit, the questions were probably premeditated, I concluded. However she was the gamemaker, I guessed it wouldn't be hard for her to change them.

Either she wanted to stick to her list or she wasn't that interested because she moved on to the next question. "Are you excited for the games?" She paused and gestured to herself and the crowd, "We certainly are!" The crowd roared with excitement.

"Well," I snorted, "that's because you aren't in the games. If anyone in the games is excited to run around killing people at the hands of an ditzy idiot, they are in serious need of psychiatric care." I crossed my arms in front of my chest, realizing I had openly insulted the head gamemaker. I was in big trouble, even the crowd was upset now. They murmured unhappily among themselves. "But make no mistake I am ready."

"I am sorry you think like that." She said finally giving into being hurt. Yay! I win! I thought happily willing her to break down in tears or something. I wasn't that lucky. She moved on, she wasn't as warm anymore,"Who is your biggest threat? Who is the smallest? And what tribute stands out to you the most?" The words sounded very rehearsed.

I paused a moment, "The tribute who stands out the most to me is myself, I am the one who is constantly with me and working in my favor. The person who is my smallest threat is the one who is willing to go down without a fight. The person who is my biggest threat, is the one who truly determines who dies... That person is you." I said looking her evenly in the eyes, she regarded me with interest, it was clear she was still upset, but she was interested.

"You are a very unique tribute, Carolina-Ax, however our time is almost up. One last question that we must know before you die," I couldn't help but notice the way she acted as if I didn't even have a chance. She was probably right. "what happened to your eye?"

If I were honest I kind of knew this question would come. It was just a matter of time, I mean how many one-eyed teenage girls do you know? I sigh racking my brain for the right wording. "When I was a kid somebody threw a fork at it and it popped." I shrugged, "I actually kinda like the patch, I think its cool."

Mayla looked at me oddly, "It popped....? Who-"

I cut her off before she could ask the fatal question, "Yeah, Mayla, thats what happens when someone throws a for at it." I said flatly, knowing that we must be in the final questions of the interview. Surprisingly a low chuckle ran through the crowd. The idiots must be warming up to me already.

Mayla hesitated then stood up, "Sadly our time is up." She said offering her hand to me. I ignored it and stood on my own. Another flicker of emotion skidded through her eyes. Yes, I had butchered the tiny chance of survival I had, but then again it was still a chance, even if it was less than a sliver. Though more than likely I would die, painfully probably. If I went out I wanted to go out with a bang. I regretted nothing, I was not their pawn.

"Lets hear it for Carolina-Ax!" Mayla said, the crowd cheered politely and Mayla turned to me one final time. "Any last words to your audience?"

I smiled sarcastically out into the bay of bloodthirsty sharks and said, "I hate you all, go jump off a tall building." I flipped up my middle finger, loving the rush I felt. I exited the stage leaving behind nothing but stunned silence.