The Dance of Death

Welcome to my first Hunger Games! I have decided to start a small series of Games here. These will be the 80th Annual Hunger Games, I hope you enjoy.

Introduction
The games shoule be over, they should have ended when the rebellion after the 75th Annual Hunger Games broke out. This universe is one where Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen never existed. District 13 planned a failed rebellion where Districts 3,5,6,7,8,9,10,11 & 12 all fought against the Capitol but it was crushed within a few weeks. President Snow was assasinated in the aftermath, he was killed by a woman called Pandora Lenox, who took over Panem.

Pandora was able to control the District's with her brutality and many feared her. The peacekeepers were replaced with a group of people called the Silence, who could have been even more brutal than Pandora. The Districts knew not to question Pandora and slinked back into their labour.

Pandora came from an unknown source, many said she came from the ruins of the lost world, but once thing was obvious, she didn't come from Panem. She made the games continue, seeing them as a wonderful way to induce fear into others.

Panem was more dark than it had ever been before. The sad thing was that it was going to get a lot worse in the Dance of Death.

Rules

 * There will be 3 tributes per user (the number may rise)
 * I do not mind if you send links or comments (but i like new tributes)
 * The tributes you submit have to follow the basic template, I do not mind if there is extra information with them.
 * Lunaiis are needed, if you can't make a lunaii submit an appearance and i'll make it for you.
 * Please do put effort into your tribute, the more interesting they are the better chance at victory they have.
 * I need you to be active, inactive users will have their tributes die early on. I will add that if you are away please infrom me so I don't kill off your tribute for activity reasons.
 * Advice is needed for your tribute to survive
 * I do not accept spam in the comments, if you do this offence twice your tribute will be killed off.
 * I also will not accept fighting of any sorts, swearing is included.
 * To prove you have read the rules please write "all hail the king of sarcasm" (something for a show i like ;3)
 * Finally, please enjoy.

Basic Template
Name:

Age:

Gender:

District:

Weapon:

Personality:

Backstory:

Token:

Alliance:

Citizen Template
During the duration of the games i plan on giving povs to the people of the Districts, created by you. You can create a person from the options below and anyone can create a citizen, however, I will pick only one for each place. These characters will become important parts of the series. The deadline to create these people will be in two weeks. These have to be new and added in the comments.

There will be:

District 1 Male: 18-24 (I would prefer him to be a previous victor for storyline reasons)

District 3 Female: 12-19

District 7 Female: 12-21

District 10 Male: 12-15

District 13 Female: 16-18

Template:

Name:

Age:

District:

Personality:

Backstory (short):

Appearance:

Alliances:
Careers: Drew Luxore, Axinite Peridot, Isla Ackleson & Finn Koran

Anti-Careers: Jayda Idylwyld, Bree Richmond, Nero Shock, Jacob Flare, Clara Willows, Brandan Corringham & Avian Dorias

3 & 10: Caspian Mahoney, Maddox Hillsong, Victoria Sinclair & Amanda Shaft

Loners: Gladia Torres, Newt Scamander, Scylla Wells, Xia Warden, Xerxes Pitch, Solar Motaris, Grant Sawyer, Blondie Genesis, Garth Stormcloak, Taligelia Rendervault & Laura Power

Capitol
These people will be getting POVs throughout the Games, they hold important roles in Panem and its future. These people will have their own story within the games.

Pandora Lenox: The ruler of Panem. She killed President Snow only to continue the games. She does not come from Panem, rumors have it she comes from the ruins that once was North America. Pandora is twisted, and she plans on changing everything.

Darion Verdani: This is the man who interviews the tributes and reports over the games. He is charismatic and loved by many from the Capitol. Darion loves bloodshed, and is very rowdy. However, he is very close to Pandora and he has noticed the strange things that are brewing.

Rowan Vause: She is the Head Trainer for the Hunger Games. She feels pity for the Tributes and wants the games to be over, but knows she may have to make that happen by herself.

Alessio Taurus: He is the head gamemaker. He has gained his fame by the cruel things he does to the tributes. He would make sure the tributes are going to be shrouded in fear being in his games. He supports the President and is one of the few who knows of her plan that could change Panem forever.

Yuna Melville: The most recent victor of the 79th Annual Hunger Games from District 2. She uses the advantage of meingentoentorr to find out more about Pandora Lenox, who she claims to have found suspicious when she met her during her victory tour.

Sponsering
The tributes will all start of with £200. The tributes will get £50 for every kill they make, their training scores can also add or decrease the amount they already have.

Sponser Items:
Antidote: $100 Anti-Infection: $80

Awl: $30

Alcohol: $75

Axe: $300

Baton: $160

Battleaxe $400

Blanket: $80

Blowgun: $125

Bow: $250

Burn Cream: $125

Canteen (Empty): $75

Canteen (Filled): $200

Camouflage Kit: $ 200

Chakram: $375

Chlorine: $75

Cookies (x25): $60

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Crossbow (w/ 12 bolts): $475

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Crackers (x6): $15

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Dagger: $150

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Darts (x12): $85

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Dried Meat: $75

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Dried Fruit: $50

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Flashlight: $160

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Hammer: $325

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Iodine: $100

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Loaf of Bread (x5): $120

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Knife: $50

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Knife Glove: $100

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Mace: $150

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Mace (Chained): $175

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Machete: $125

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Matches: $75

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Morning Star: $175

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Gasoline $100

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Hatchet: $150

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Needles (3): $125

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Net: $75

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Net Trap: $125

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Night-Vision Glasses: $150

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Piece of Plastic: $15

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Painkillers: $75

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Poison: $100

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Potion (heals any wound): $600

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Quiver of Arrows (x22): $150

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Rope: $25

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Scythe: $250

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Shield: $225

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Spiked Shield (Spiked): $200

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Shurikens (x5): $135

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Sickle: $125

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Sleeping Bag: $120

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Syrup: $125

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Slingshot: $75

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Soup: $95

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Spear (x5): $425

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Spile: $100

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Sword: $350

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Throwing Axes (x3): $200

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Throwing Knives (x12): $250

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Trident: $325

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Water: $300

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Whip: $75

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Wire: $75

<p style="border-bottom-width:0px;border-left-width:0px;font-style:inherit;font-weight:inherit;margin-top:1em;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:0px;padding-top:0px;padding-right:0px;padding-bottom:0px;padding-left:0px;vertical-align:baseline;">Wooden Club: $100

District 1: Severus Finch
I feel my eyes open, sunlight temporarily blinds me. I would usually still be asleep but I was called to mentor the District 1 tributes for the 80th Annual Hunger Games, listen through the tediousness that is the reaping. I will have to train a pair of bloodthirsty tributes, ones who could dominate the games, ones without a brain. I roll my eyes, forcing myself up, sighing as I remember the days mutations ripped apart my alliance, while I was able to hide away.

I force myself up, and get changed in the finest cloths I can find. I do appreciate the perks of being a victor, even if every night I see the screaming faces of those I killed, someone as cold and brutal as me should be able to fight them, but i accept them, their names lodged in my mind until I die.

I make my way down the mansions fine mahogany staircase, and i'm awaited by an avox, who holds the door open for me. I am graced by the appearance of a sleek black car, awaiting my arrival. I still don't know who my fellow mentor will be, though i'm not overwhelmed with options. There are twenty District 1 victors and only three could possibly be worthy to be in my presence. I'm the last in the car, the victors awaiting me with cold glares as I sheepishly take my place in a fine leather seat.

The car ride is silent, apart from the whispers spearing across the car. I just remain silent, awaiting the time the tributes can look towards me with wonder as I lead them to victory, the first victors from District 1 since myself.

I get out the car after a short period of time. the victors walk up the stage to take out seats. our names announced by the escort, Gemini Destry. "Finally, we give you the most recent and glorious victor, Severus Finch!" Gemini screams and the crowd goes wild like they do every year. I take my seat on the diamond studded seat, next to Ivory Valse. Her long blonde curls cascade down her fine skin, her emerald eyes greet me with warmth and I have to force myself out of her trance, she won by manipulating the other competition, unworthy of my approval, I won the way a victor should win. She then speaks, her voice warm and soft "So, Severus. I heard that you landed the mentor gig, I can't wait to spend some time with you". I regard her with clod eyes, looking away towards the reaping where Gemini is shouting for male volunteers.

I scan the crowd, my eyes lock on a boy, his blonde hair tied back and his hair in a ponytail, he looks like a true warrior. I can barely hold back my smile as Gemini's long fingers point directly at him and he makes his way towards the stage, confidence and pride in every step.

"So, young man, what is your name?"

"Drew Luxore, The victor of this years Hunger Games. I am here to claim honour and glory to the Dist-" He stops his speech after Gemini cuts him off, Ivory looks at him with a smile. I can tell he is like the careers that go into the games almost every year, cocky and arrogant. There is a reason we don't win almost every year, this boy a perfect example. I do assume he could get far. Gemini continues.

"OK, now for the female tribute" Gemini stops, expecting every girl to scream out but they all look towards Drew in fear, not willing to compete with him, maybe this District does have some sense, Drew looks over them with a smug smile. Gemini walks towards the reaping bowl, usually untouched and dips her hand in uncertainty "The female tribute for the 80th Annual Hunger Games is" there is a pause before she shouts the name "Axinite Peridot".

I'm awaiting a beautiful girl to waltz towards the stage but the District starts to murmur in disappointment as a girl with ghostly white hair, with pasty white skin makes her way towards the stage gracefully. She holds a strong face, no fear. The girl reaches the stage, accepting the few claps that come from the crowd.

"I give you our tributes for the 80th Annual Hunger Games, Drew Luxore and Axinite Peridot" Gemmini shouts enthusiastically as the District cheer, their attention more towards Drew as he waves until the doors close behind him in the Justice Building, proceeded by me and Ivory.

I look towards the two tributes, Axinite just slinks away while Drew seems to admire his own presence. I share a glance with Ivory.

I guess this is going to be a lot harder than i expected.

District 2: Isla Ackleson
Slam

I smile as my knife lands square in the head of the training dummy. I do this again and again. I need to get it perfect.

I still hear him shouting "Isla, get it right! How can you miss, you're pathetic, you ruin the name of Ackleson", Him being my father.

now he is dead.

I watch the final knife plant in the heart of the dummy, suddenly, I am overcome with visions as i threw the knife into my fathers heart. I watched him die before my very eyes, powerless. I close my eyes, trying to forget, forget about what I really am.

That is when I hear the head peacekeeper call all of us to the reaping. This will be my last reaping, i'm only sixteen but i'm going to volunteer.

I make my way down the street from the training centre where I have resided ever since I killed my father, the people look at me, especially the ones my age as I walk by myself. I am feared by most, many know what I am and they dare not cross me. I ignore their glares, intent on completing my goal, it's what my father would have wanted and I will not fail him, I need a challenge outside of this District.

The line for the reaping is long, full of enthusiastic children who think they are going to volunteer, well, I wish them good luck with that. I am going to be the tribute this year, no one else.

I don't wince with pain as the sharp pain spreads trough my body as blood is taken from my hand. I join the area where the other girls my age stand, instantly they all avoid me. I can't wait to laugh in their faces when I become victor. I will make them pay. Then the escort, Brik Mason takes his place on stage.

"Welcome District 2 to the Reaping for the 80th Annual Hunger Games...are you excited?!" He screams and the District goes insane. I just maintain a straight face, i'm unlike the fools that live here. I can feel the tension building up as my opportunity comes closer. The mayor gets up and starts his speech about the recent and failed rebellion which District 2 defended the Capitol in, we were hit less hard than the other Districts. The speech finally ends and Brik takes his place on stage.

"So Ladies, are we ready to see who will be competing for the honour, glory and pride that is the Hunger Game-"

"I volunteer" I shout before Brik can finish. I hear girls start to complain but when they look back to see who produced the scream they all shut up instantly. I walk towards the stage, flicking my brown hair back. I reach the stage, awaiting the applause from the District that does not come.

"So, young lady, what is your name?"

"Isla Ackleson" I say bluntly, there is no need to elaborate like i'm expected to.

"Ok...now for the male tribute" Brik says and looks towards the male line, who literally everyone is volunteering. There are many good options. "You" Brick points at the 17 year old line. I watch a tall boy with black hair and a muscular frame walk towards the stage. He gets a loud applause, especially from the girls. I notice in his eyes he does not hold that cocky look many others hold, he looks practically normal. Strange. "What is your name?"

"Gladia Torres, here to bring honour to myself and my family" He claims, sadness glinting in his eyes. I can already tell he is not career material,

"District 2. I give you your tributes, Gladia Torres and Isla Ackeson" The district goes wild, they must think we are both possible options for the position of victor, well, only one of us has a real chance. I shake his hand, with him looking down on me with cool eyes. I already hate him.

I push past him, into the justice building, away from the excited children that will still be living normal lives. I feel giddy with excitement but I keep it in. I can't be seen as weak by Gladia, or by anyone.

District 3: Newt Scamander
"You nervous Newt? I can tell you are, don't worry, the odds of either of us getting reaped are astronomical"

"I know, but there always is that chance. I just worry for Jenna"

I smile warmly. I always get worried when the Reapings come around, not because I could be fighting in the arena against others my age, but for my daughter, Jenna. I don't want to be reaped, for my child to die and I could never leave Anna alone in this cruel world, never.

I once had another family. I had three siblings Whitney, William and Gretel. I was happy, until my cheating father brought his lover to get rid of his burden, the burden being his other family.

The first one to die was Will, then my mother and then Whitney. I ran away with Gretel but I failed to protect her, she got taken away by some thugs, I was helpless and I could only watch as they took her away, screaming for help.

I was taken to an orphanage, it was nice there and around that time I met Anna Hastings. I was with her one night and i don't remember anything until the next morning, when I woke up beside her. I ran away, hating myself for my foolish act. I felt bad about leaving the poor girl alone and I returned, only to find out she was pregnant. She was pregnant with my child.

Jenna was born a few months later and life became what it is today. I'm awoken from my daze of my past life when I hear the signal that we need to precede to the reapings. I can feel my heart jump as I make my way out the door, leaving Jenna behind, i'll only be gone for an hour, I hope.

The District Square is quiet despite it being more crowded than it ever is. I take my place in line with the other 17 year olds. I scan my eyes over to Anna, and I smile, everything is going to be alright. I watch the reapings progress, I listen to the Mayor's speech and then the Escort comes to the stage. Tecla Irving. She smiles over the District.

"Welcome to the Reaping for the 80th Annual Hunger Games." She stops, presumably awaiting an applause that never comes. "Ok, ladies first" She walks over towards the females bowl. I watch Anna, she doesn't notice me, her face is frozen in fear. I stop breathing as she pulls out the name and opens it.

"Anna Hast-"

"I volunteer!" I hear a girl scream. I am frozen in shock, Anna was reaped but someone volunteered. I feel tears well up in my eyes. That was so close, Anna was so close to a fate worse than death. I can't lose her, and I won't. I notice the girl that saved Anna's life walk towards the stage. There are a few murmurs from the crowd, no one volunteers for the games in District 3, it is almost unheard of.

The girl talks her place on stage, she looks well fed, probably from the richer part of the District. She has long brown hair with blonde highlights. I can't tell her emotions, is she sad, happy or afraid? I can't tell, she just stares out towards the distance with an emotionless expression. Tecla looks surprised, even she is not idiotic to know no one volunteers here.

"What fine young specimen! your name is?"

The girl pauses, almost hesitant to answer the most asked question in the world "Jayda...Idylwyld" That is when the District starts to shout, everyone knows the name Idylwyld. They are a cruel and feared family, the oppress Districts, especially District 3. Many hate them with a passion. I remain neutral on their terms. Jayda still keeps a strong face, despite the obscenities coming from the crowd. The shouts are stopped when the head peacekeepers fires two gunshots in the air.

"Well, that was interesting!" Tecla says, enjoying the rare drama from our District "Now, onto the boys" She smiles and hobbles to the bowl. I look to the stage and see someone familiar. The stage holds the past victors, mayor and sitting next to the mayor is the lover of my father, Mae. I lock my eyes with her, she is the reason my family broke apart, why everyone I once cared about died.

She notices me looking towards her and smiles a mocking smile. She seems to know something I don't know.

"Newt Scamander!"

I freeze, not noticing her pull out the name. This can't be, it's impossible. The odds are astronomical. I can't be reaped. I hear a sob from the girls crowd. Anna. Then there is Jenna, what will Anna do without me? This is not real, i'm expecting to wake up at any moment but I don't. The crowd part for me as I make my way towards the stage, Mae smiling, she did this. This reaping was rigged by that bitch. I have to hold myself back before I jump on top of her and beat her head in. The District applauds for me unenthusiastically, I'm not the ideal tribute, not some warrior from District 1.

"Congratulations District 3. I give you your tributes...Newt Scamander and Jayda Idylwyld!" I'm pulled towards the Justice Building, the last thing I see is Anna's crying face. Jayda looks at me with curiosity as we sit on plush chairs.

"you ok?"

I look towards her, seeing the pity in her eyes "no, i'm not ok" It will never be ok until I return back home, give Anna and Jenna a better life and make Mae pay for what she has done.

District 4: Scylla Wells
I sit on the beach, looking out in the District where the mindless citizens of District 4 assemble towards the Reaping, hoping to volunteer. I will be the one to volunteer this year, most will believe I will be fighting for honour and glory as my trident impales a tributes throat, no, I am volunteering because there is no one left I love.

I glance back towards the shore, it's so beautiful, so perfect...so patronising. The Capitol wants this, the rebellion that took place 4 years ago was good, but it failed, the Capitol wins, it always wins.

I always like the Reaping. I don't like watching children shipped off where all but one would die, I see my father and sister every year. My father left a long time ago with my twin to run District 7, though I love them I will never meet them in the flesh.

I make my way towards the Reaping, merging myself into the crowd. I pass the skeleton on the burnt down Training Centre, where two people lost their lives, while two managed to escape. The ones who escaped were me and the boys I once loved, Minos. The thoughts of the event haunt me, coming into my dreams every night. The ones who perished in the flames was a boy called Angus and a girl called Circe.

I remember the event. I never liked Circe, in fact, I despised her after learning her last name. She was a Wildor, the Wells are their natural enemies and we started out own war. There are many Wells who would kills Wildors, vice versa but I prefer to pull pranks on them, i've never had that certain taste for blood many seem to have. I fought with Circe over a boy, Minos and she stole him from me. I released my inner demons that I try so hard to hide. I then got into a bloody fight with her in the training centre, and Minos and Angus walked in on us. Then everything seemed to fall apart, Minos told us her was in a relationship with Angus. This whole vendetta was so pointless, but Circe went insane and brutally beat me, that was when the flames came.

The fire surrounded us, a lit match must have slipped from Circe's pocket and ignited gasoline on the floor that was used to stimulate a forest fire for trainees. I screamed, and knowing death could be near. Circe and I decided not to die enemies, and with a sudden burst of morality Circe sacrificed herself so we could escape. I had noticed a way out but the only way we could reach the rope was climbing on her shoulders and climbing to an open window. The training centre burst into flames and exploded just as me and Minos escaped, Angus died later on, his body motionless on the floor.

I hate the thought, but i guess that's my punishment for survival. I walk towards the Reaping, preparing on how I will volunteer. I don't want to be boring, maybe i'll make a big speech to spice things up. I then walk away, I decide to wait out the crowd, I hate feeling like a sheep in the flock. I'm more of the black sheep.

I wait, the crowd starts to thin out but then I feel a tough hand on my shoulder. I turn around to be faced with the sight of three masked men. I punch the first one and try to run away, basic instinct tells me this can't be good but they still managed to pull me away. Their hands muffling my screams. I see their weapons flash and my heart races fast. I'm pushed to the floor, I don't know why their doing this. They're probably ones who were unable to volunteer for the games and need a way to quench their thirst for blood. I close my eyes, awaiting my certain death. But it doesn't come.

I hear a gunshot, one. two. three. Then I feel a hand grip my arm. I look up, trembling slightly at the grisly sight of the dead men. I was saved by a hooded figure but something familiar in that hooded figure. The hood is then removed and i am graced with the face of Circe, but she is dead, maybe I did die and she is the angel of death.

“Is that…Oh my god! Circe! How the hell did you survive?! I nearly went insane without you!” We both scream and hug each other.

“Long story short – I fell under a coma due to the explosion. However, I apparently died. However, the doctors had my memories displayed on a screen. My parents paid the doctors to revive me with my memories, and here I am. Science is so strange nowadays… but without it, I couldn’t have possibly seen you again!”

“Hehe! Glad to see you again!” After one last hug, the bell telling us this was the last chance for us to go to the reaping spread across the District and we both sprinted there. I don't need to volunteer anymore, I have Circe.

I make my way into the District Square and male has already been selected. He is a tall boy, with blonde hair, the perfect career tribute. The escort is making her way towards the female bowl, pulling out a name. I talke little care to notice, i'm already overwhelmed with Circe stepping into my my life once again, nothing can ruin this perfect day, I have found joy once again.

"Circe Wildor!" She shouts. Everything seems to stop. ! feel like i'm going to faint. She can't go, i've just been reunited with her, no, no, no! If anyone is going to save her it's going to be me, I will not let her die in the arena after saving me. I shout I volunteer along with a few girls but before they can make their way up I run towards the stage pushing everyone out of my way, Circe screaming I can't. I ignore her, trying not to let tears take the better of me. I snatch the microphone form the Escort, who mutters something about the savages from the Districts and I talk.

“My name is Scylla Wells. And I know you don’t usually associate Wells and Wildors as friends, but trust me when I say that there can be those odd ones out on either side of either family! She’s saved me multiple times… now I’m saving her.”

The Escort pulls it back, giving me a harsh glare. "The Tributes of District 4, Finn Koran and Scylla Wells!" The Escort shouts and the District cheers. We are both strong and good tributes that District 4 holds their pride on, I'm pretty sure we both have a chance at victory but I'm going to make sure it's me.

I smile at Circe as i'm escorted into the Justice Building. I look at the boy, who has remained silent so far, muttering something about how he will win for Celeste. I smile and trip the boy up in front of all Panem as he shouts with shock as his face slams down on the stage, the crowd laughing at his foolishness. I giggle. I'm not going to let the games change me.

Never.

District 5: Caspian Mahoney
The smell of blood hangs in the air. I wrinkle my nose, I should be acquainted with the ghastly smell but it still gets me, still reminds me of the monster I really am.

I look toward the source, as the drops trail across the old floor a crimson puddle has formed in the corner of the room. I better get rid of that, the girls body has been disposed of, when I was finished with her she was already long dead.

I know the reaping is today, the district has a gloomy silence hanging over it, as if the fear from otters is radiating into the atmosphere. I have no fear, any fool that would cross me would see an end to my sword. I always wanted to be reaped, I could do what i'm best at without facing the consequences.

I get changed, and as I do I notice the long line of scars that mark my back, it has been many years since they were fresh but they still haunt me, mock me, if only they were people, then I would enjoy flaying the sorry fools. I feel defeated, though I got my revenge he still left his mark. I made him pay for that. He now lies under the ground, he couldn't tell anyone anything, I made sure he couldn't. What is a voice without a tongue?

I have killed many before, none had left an impact on me. I killed my father and sister, whom abandoned me under the mercy of my butler, who inflicted these scars upon me. I killed the wenches that wonder the street at night, looking for food. I make sure they'll never be hungry again.

I am feared by many, the ones who have not let out their animalistic urges, the thirst for blood we all desire but we all hide.

I make my way out, mentally noting myself to clean the blood. the streets are crowed with the pathetic weaklings that give this District a foul name, i preferred District 2, at least the people had fight in them when I killed them, these people can barely muster a punch.

I tower over most. The peacekeepers line the street, in the rebellion the usually neutral District 5 was a big threat, something that surprises me. i can't imagine these people taking arms and fighting that all powerful Capitol.

I notice people mutter as I walk past them. There is a pretty girl in the crowd, with flowing red hair and beautiful eyes. I take everything about her all in, she will be my next target after the Reaping. I shake with pleasure when I visualise my knife cutting into her soft flesh while her screams illuminate the excitement. She quickly walks away, noticing my pleasureful glare.

The line to the reaping is long, I push my way through, no one complains. I smile at the woman who is taking the blood samples.

"Beautiful weather we are having" I smile, I have always had the talent of charm, many don't know what i really am. I hide it, very well. I am known for my strength and intimidation, no one would know about my odd tendency to, well, murder in the simplest of simplest of terms.

"I guess" The woman says, without even noting me "next!" she shouts. How dare she, who does she think she is? I'm Caspian Mahoney, I will not be told what to do by some foul wench, I say, if we were not in such a crowded place I would destroy her. "Look, Kid. You gonna move or do I need to call the peacekeepers".

I glare at her and walk, I shall get my revenge. I am pushed into the seventeen year olds line. I look at the two people next to me, two scrawny peasants. I can't be put next to these to, i'm too perfect to be placed next to these fools, I hate this District, I am humiliated every day.

The reaping beings in a short while, they still need to put the cattle in the District square. I stand there, looking normal other than the fact that my perfect body draws attention to myself. The reaping starts and everyone goes quiet.

The propaganda video begins, and I keep a straight face despite all the lies being spilled into the idiots that roam this District. The president Pandora Lenox smiles as she talks on the screen, telling us she will personally destroy every rebel. I like her attitude, kindness is far too overrated. I look as the every child's face is twisted with fear.

Then the escort takes her place on stage, a truly beautiful specimen. I would not mind cutting her scalp off.

"Well, Hello District 5, I'm Connaria Aricon. I hope district 5 can muster a victor this year!" I move my eyes towards the six people that sit on the stage, all who won because they were able to hide, no true skill.

"Ok, ladies first". Connaria makes her way towards the female tributes bowl, dipping her hand in, and moving it around like it would effect the outcome of the tribute. "Xia Warden"

The girl is small and thin, a kind way for describing weak. She would not last a day in the games. I watch her take her place on the stage, it is obvious she is trying to hold back tears but she keeps her head held high in the dilution people may mistake her to be strong. I notice the disappointment on Connaria's perfect face.

"Ok, now for the boys" She gracefully makes her way towards the boys bowl. I feel sorry for the poor sod that will have to fight alongside Xia.

"Caspian Mahoney"

Ah, it seems like I have been reaped. I look around, waiting for someone to volunteer. These people can't let me face the chance of death, do they know who I am? I storm towards the stage, people stat to smile and nod, I am the perfect example of a tribute and the first decent one in the last decade. Connaria looks impressed.

"District 5, we give you your tributes Caspian Mahoney and Xia Warden". i notice she elaborates my name and as me and Xia shake hands i clamp down on hers and she squeaks in pain. I smile.

This is too easy.

District 6: Solar Motaris
"Solar, get up, don't make me come in there"

I groan at the insufferable voice of Vienna Faust, the head of the orphanage. I don't know why I have to be up so early, I planned on running away back to the hill, escaping the chaos and brutality of the orphanage. I get out of my room and push past the other children, we are all in a bad state, The Capitol does not really pay attention to the orphaned children.

I run towards Cleo's room, but i stop realising the day. The reaping is today, my first in a long line of them. Vienna showed us all the games when I was eleven, to show us what we were in for when we turned to the eligible age, the odds are in my favour, they have to be? I only have one name slip...

"Solar, c'mon, everyone is going!" my only friend, Celo shouts.

I rush towards her, forgetting my sudden anxiety over the games. The orphanage is in the worst part of the District, the children all walk in a line, me and Celo trailing behind. I watch the scenes of horror as I pass a starving man, his bones visible through his pasty skin, reaching out for food. District 6 is the District where things start to get bad, i'm not surprised there was a recent rebellion as i walk past the body of a dead baby, still wrapped up in cloth.

My black hair whips past my face as the wind of hovercrafts begin to descend, transporting the Escort and the officials to prepare the Reaping. I've never seen one before, and i hoped I never would, but my mother and father will protect me from heaven. I sigh as we reach the long line to get our blood taken, an older girl, Nora, said it hurts horribly, I close mum eyes as the man shocks me a bit, and tells me to move on.

I stumble forward straight into the front of the crowd, right next to Celo. I'm safe with her. I smile at her and we hold hands, I can't let fear take control of me.

The escort takes her place on stage, her bright green hair goes terribly with the steel grey planes that loom behind her. She smiles towards the crowd like this is a celebratory event. I don't want to see the poor people who get reaped, no one ever volunteers here. The careers from 1,2 and 4 volunteer but they must know five of them will die, or all of them, but it is usually a career who wins. I look to the victors, or should I say victor, Katrina Carson, who won her games five years ago. District six has had nothing ever since, she has been our first and last.

"I welcome you all to the Reaping of the 80th annual Hunger Games, Hopefully District 6 can produce a strong victor" The escort talks, the lack of hope or joy in her voice is obvious, any escort assigned to a district that is not 1,2 or 4 is usually unhappy. "We shall do the ladies first" She walks towards the bowl, the only sound is her heels as the echo across the steel stage. She dips her hand in the bowl and shuffles around, like she is expecting some luck this year. Maybe if the Capitol gave us food we would produce stronger tributes, that is what I hear the adults complain about, I don't really understand. She pulls the slip out and holds it tightly in her hand.

"Cleo Banks"

I look towards my friend, her eyes are wide with shock and fear. The escort notes our panic and sighs as she watches the thin girl walk up to the stage as I scream for her to come back, but i'm pulled away by peacekeepers. The other children loo away, uncomfortable. The escort looks her up and down, with a look of dissatisfaction. She looks to the crowd hopefully "any volunteers?"

I feel a sudden urge of bravery and scream "I volunteer!". The District mutters with excitement, Cleo's face beams until she notices who volunteered in her place. I walk up to the stage, as peacekeepers pull the screaming girl away. I try not to cry but tears still force their way. The escort asks for volunteers again, but everyone is silent.

"Ok...now for the males" She struts for the bowl and quickly pulls out a name

"Xerce Pitch" I smile at her odd pronunciation, but I am silenced by the boy that walks to the stage. He has messy blonde hair and a muscular build, he toward over me. The Escort smiles gleefully as he pulls the microphone away from her

"Actually, it's Xerxes Pitch" He is a charming individual, but he sounds almost snake like, I would keep my distance.

"Your tributes, Solar Motairs and Xexes Pitch" The corwd clap, and for once it's enthusiastically. Xexes shakes my hand and smiles "Good Luck, Solar"

I'm going to need it.

District 7: Melena Evergreen
The fresh morning light lazily makes it's wait into my room. I smile as the golden chairs illuminate in the light, how everything is just so perfect, how it is all mine. I smile as I open the window, from the third floor of the mayors house everyone looks small, funny, because they are small compared to me, such peasants.

I know what day it is today, it's the reaping day. I have passed the age it is to be eligible to compete, my father would never allow it, well, my adoptive father. The mayor. I was abandoned at birth and he took me in, ever since I have grown the good life while the scum of the Districts rot.

I do have one problem, why does my father, Cultch Wells, get to have all the power, he claims when he dies the mayor position will be handed over to me, not to his unbearable daughter Charybdis.

"Melena, get ready for the reaping!" Clutch shouts, how dare he order me around like this! I do know the consequences of not going to the reaping, even if you are not getting reaped. i knew a girl, Farrah, poor sod didn't even know what was going on when peacekeepers shot her in the head after she missed the reaping.

I get changed. i smile as I walk in a blood red gown, studded with diamonds. I look fabulous, unlike the people that wonder the District in filthy overalls and hideous dresses. I cringe, knowing that could have been me.

I go downstairs, onlyy to be awaited by the smirking Charybdis and Clutch. I roll my even and shove pass her. I then realise I need to do something and i run back into the mansion. The kitchen holds an array of knives, each one sharper than the other. I grab a discreet one, one I can hide in the pocket of the leather jacket I wear. I forgot to say, I plan on killing Clutch so I can rule this District, I can't just let him be mayor until he dies, i'll be around forty!

I smile as I exit the doorway, and we walk towards the reaping. I stop at the edge of the forest, of course, it has to be in the forest. The place where my dress will be ruined, just because were the lumber district.

I walk, groaning as my dress becomes even worse. I think maybe the most annoying thing is the crying children, can't they be silent, it's just a reaping, it's not like they're all going to die.

I push past the crowd, leaving Charybdis to get into the reaping, I hope she gets reaped, t least i won't have to worry about that foul girl.

I make my way up the stage, seated next to the victor, Aspen Blackthorn. He smiles at me, a charming fellow but I have no time for men, especially foolish ones like Aspen.

"So, have you heard about the President Pandora" I look to him, he must know i'm a slave to gossip "I've heard a lot of interesting things" He claims, his black hair blowing in the wind.

"and what is that" I smile. I was always good at manipulating others. "I heard she was very mysterious"

"My friend Yuna, you know last years victor from 2?" He talks. i know Yuna, depressing company if you ask me. "Well, she claimed to have found evidence Pandora was planning to bring in the people from the outside"

"The outside, what?" i have grown with curiosity but then the escort takes her place on the stage, dressed as a giant tree. I start to laugh but the morbid District just glare at me. I roll my eye sand look away.

"Welcome to the Reaping of the 80th Hunger Games District 7, i'm sure your all very excited."

I try not to laugh again, this bunch are possible the most tiresome people I have ever experienced the displeasure of ruling over, well, I plan to make things change.

I notice the woman, or as I call her Tree. Tree makes her way towards the girls bowl and pulls out a name.

"Bree Richmond"

I see a girl makes her way to the stage, she seems meek and afraid, she is pretty, with strawberry blonde hair falling down her back. Tree looks her up and down disapprovingly.

"Ok, now for the boys" She walks to the bowl, and pulls out a slip and reads "Grant Sawyer"

The boys that walks up is a lot more impressive than Bree, he is tall and muscular and stands a change. He has dark skin and a buzz cut black hairstyle, he looks tough. I don't really care about these tributes, as long as they're not me i'm fine.

The escort closes her speech and as Grant and Bree make their way in the justice building, my father follows and so do I. he walks towards the bathroom, and I follow him, stalking my prey. I feel my hands tighten around the metal handle of the knife and as we are out of everyones view stab him in the back, and leave him to die.

I swiftly make my way towards Tree, Bree and Grant. I smile at them. They were all too busy to notice my disappearance. Grant has his face cupped in his hands. Bree has gone deathly pale, and is shaking at an alarming rate.

Bree speaks in a worried tone, "I think i'm going to be sick" I snap my head, paranoid she knows what I did. I watch her run in the direction of my father corpse, running slightly.

The next thing I hear is her terrified scream.

District 8: Blondie Genesis
The Capitol presenter speaks.

"Peacekeepers report District 7 Mayor, Clutch Wells was pronounced deceased" I revert my eyes from the screen at the bloody images of the poor man, someone stabbed him in the back. "His Daughter Melena, is on her way to the Capitol with the other tributes as sources claim she was the closest one to him around his time of death"

I sigh, everyone knows the man was from a Capitol supporting District, that must have been the reason for his death. The rebellion should be over, the Capitol claims it over, but i will never be over. I hate the Capitol as much as anyone else, I hate it how they can just push me around and how I can't do anything without getting a bullet in my head.

I look in the mirror, makeup still lingers on my face, smudged and cracked, still unwashed from last night. I don't wash it off, I don't want people to see the cuts and bruises. This time is especially bad for me, the Capitol men need something to fulfil their lust, that something is me, and my sister. My brutish father sells me, he only sees me as his object.

I open my closet, the only clothes I own are short and tight skirts, I try to look for something acceptable, but to no avail. I'm slightly worried for this reaping, usually my family travel around Panem, though the Capitol disapprove my father supplies them with me, so they usually pretend not to notice.

I hear my father shout for me to come down, his words slurred and his voice rough. I close my eyes. I sometimes wish I was reaped, i can't just kill myself, though life may be horrible I can easily ignore it, the Hunger Games could give me a chance to escape. I've always wanted to live a good life, i try to be optimistic know the life i'm in is a hell on earth.

I smile as i walk down the stairs, my mother looks at me worried. She doesn't know what is going on, she thinks it's me. I will let her think that, my mother is happy with my father, and i don't want to be the one to break their love.

The District outside out house is crowded, and dark smoke from the endless amounts of factories lingers in the air, the familiar sound of people coughing is the first thing that greets me.

I push past people, men greet me with lustful stares. I just ignore them, you can't beat your demons by letting them change you. I will always be the young, joyful girl that I was before my father used me. I will not let the Capitol or anyone change who I am. I await in the line, and I watch my parents leave, my sister standing behind me, afraid.

The children here cower and whimper. I remember when i lived in DIstrict 1, how the children were laughing, getting in fights over who would be going in the games. I walk towards the line where the other 16 year olds stand. The peacekeepers seem to have raised in numbers, probably skeptical one what happened in District 7.

I wait for a short time, alone with my thoughts until the escort speaks. He smiles over the District as he announces the speech given to him by the Capitol, he has no enthusiasm. The morbid attitude of this District must get to him. I like it, at least he doesn't act like he is so much better than us just because he was lucky enough to be born in the Capitol, were all the same, but most don't believe that.

The mayor takes his place on stage, standing at both his sides are two peacekeepers. I want to laugh, this is being taken too far. When he leaves, the escort should walk forward but as he takes his step towards the microphone he is held back by the peacekeepers with a firm grip. Then the door opens and the person that walks out causes the District to shout and scream.

The woman has blonde hair, half of it dyed black. She smiles coldly at the District, she wears a crimson red knee length dress, that that gracefully in the wind, laced with golden patterns. The woman i'm looking at is Pandora Lenox, president of Panem. I don't know much about her, she has only been in power over a year. There are people saying she comes from outside Panem, but Panem is all that is left, nothing else survived the end of the world. She speaks.

"Well, it seems like the rebels have not remembered that they were crushed, they still want to fight"

Then the peacekeepers, the ones dressed in black who Pandora calls The Silence, pull out two people, their clothes are stained with blood, their faced covered with blood, both are tied up. "You know where I found these two?...I found them wondering out of District boundaries, trying to reach the Capitol. They came from this District, so as punishment your work hours will be extended, and food to this District will be cut down by 60%".

The District start to shout, but The Silence pull out their guns and shoot the two people in the head, they collapse to the floor, blood pooling from their head wounds. I shriek in shock as the people next to me begin to scream, some try to run but they are swiftly beaten by the Peacekeepers. I remain in my place, despite the chaos that surrounds me.

I don't know how to react as the bodies are taken away and the district is put back into order, it seems like it's unreal. I did always say, the rebellion never ended, that was proof. The escort walks forward, shaken as Pandora walks away, like nothing ever happened.

"um..lets start off with the ladies" I almost forgot it was the Reaping. "He walks towards the bowl and pulls out the name fast, he must want this Reaping to end as much as anyone else. "Blondie Genesis"

What? no, this isn't happening, I can't be reaped. The odds are astronomical, my sister...what is going to happen to her? I hear a laugh from the crowd, my father, this is how he's going to get rich. I could win, I could but...I would have to kill 25 other children.

I walk towards the stage, trying my best to act strong. The escort doesn't even regard me as I look towards the District, trying my best to smile. I look down, noticing i'm standing in a puddle of blood, I close my eyes, trying to ignore and forget what just happened. This feeling is surreal, something you could never imagine.

"Jacob Flare and Blondie Genesis" I didn't even notice the boy that got reaped, he is good looking with black hair. I'm swiftly grabbed by peacekeepers and pulled into the Justice Building.

District 9: Nero Shock
The walk to the Reaping is long, the endless pastures of the fields of grain surround me, showing off unreal beauty. I giggle a bit, the reaping is today and the mood is not set, I love irony.

The dirt road is full of lights and screens, cameras hover over us, recording our walk to death. There are large holographic screens, each parallel to each other on each side of the path, every meter a new screen appears. There is no way not to see the gruesome sights that are being shown to us. I watch peacekeepers shoot rebels in the Districts, notably District 3, 8 and 9. The president, Pandora makes an appearance in all of them. I smile as I see a good looking boy fall to the ground in District 3, suffering is enjoyable when it is not yourself.

I watch the screens with enchantment, the others just look to the ground. I guess i enjoy others pain as I feel a lot of pain. I saw the grain fields my parents worked on burn down, an accident caused by my sister. I went insane, and i was taken away. I tried to live a normal life, but when you're like me it's almost impossible, I was taken to an asylum and after I left I meet a girl, and as my sanity began to grow it was all lost when she was killed for stealing. Anyway, in this harsh world maybe it's better to embrace the insanity.

I notice the large line that leads to the reaping. I giggle and squirm uncomfortable as I notice the sobbing children. In return i'm given angry glares, i've never really cared about the Hunger Games. I don't see the harm in killing, I would kill anyone if it would let me live another day, especially those that are...normal.

I get in line with the other fifteen year olds, pulling my wispy black hair away from covering my eyes. I wonder if we will get a visit from Pandora.

The time progresses to get the whole District in line. The strange silence fills the crowd, people too afraid to step out of line and face the same fates of those who did. I try my best not to laugh, i've always found myself to act out in the worst of times, one of the perks of going insane.

The escort takes her place on stage, Grazia Quinn. She watches over us, and pronounces the victors. The victors of District 9 are pathetic, we only have two and they are both old and couldn't pick up a sword to save their life.

I begin to giggle, excited to see which normal person will get reaped. The escort begins the tiresome speech about how we deserve to be in the games, and Pandora's glory and power. The District just absorb it all, the information being drilled into the puppets head. I don't believe a word of it. I remember the rebellion, probably the most exciting thing that happened in a long time. The speech end and i give a lopsided smile as the escort walks towards the girls bowl and pulls out the slip.

"Quinoa Folio"

"I volunteer!"

wow, things just got exciting. I start o burst out with elastic laughter. I can't believe some idiot would volunteer, no one volunteers unless they want to kill themselves.

The girl that walks to the stage has pale skin and long black hair. She looks towards me with cold eyes, I already dislike her. She stands before the district, she's nothing special and she seems upset, maybe she was related to the girl that was reaped.

"What's your name?"

"Clara Willows" she says, simply. She is blunt and feels no need to elaborate. I know she won't get very far.

"Ok, now for the males" Says Grazia, walking towards the bowl. She pulls out a name, he District becomes silent. She holds it out in front of her, I begin to smile as the boy is about to be pronounced to his death.

"Nero Shock"

I begin to laugh frantically, I was reaped? The people next to me look disturbed as my laughter becomes screams of terror. I don't know what i'm feeling. I'm afraid and I feel more terror as people push me towards the stage, glad to be getting rid of the freak.

I take my place next to Clara, who looks at me with like she is mocking me. This is unfair, the people who are sane, the normal ones should be reaped. I begin to scream as the reaping ends and i'm dragged by peacekeepers into the Justice Building.

I guess the jokes on me

District 10: Victoria Sinclair
I'm Victoria Sinclair and you don't care.

The silent dirt road of District 10 is silent, until I begin to laugh hysterically. I like it like this, just me and my bottle of vodka. I begin to vomit, the foul bile decorating the plain road. I fall to the ground, my back to a wall, rundown and broken. I see a few people walking past me, I feel their glares judging me, but you know what? I don't care.

I have never cared since my heart was broken by Auren, when my life was wasted. I know the truth now, lives too short to even care at all. I have let myself get better, after I loved him and he threw me away for another girl. I became a wreck and I soon became better, until he moved on and got married, mocking me. I'm still here, still as much as a wreck as i was when I was seventeen while he gets to be happy. I don't care anymore, and I never will.

I lay asleep on the dirt road until I feel something pulling me up with a firm grip

"get off me, you..you" I'm lost in my words which become slurred

“A minor?” chuckled one of the Peacekeepers. “How old are you?”

“As old as your grandmother’s—” I begin to feel fain as a peacekeeper took my blood.

“She’s eighteen,” he noted, “legally drinking, but also needs to be at the Reaping.”

They both grab my arms, taking me to the reaping, I don't resist. I just let them take me. The games don't scare me, i don't care if i die or live. If I win, great! If i die, even better.

"you know you may get in a lot of trouble for being late" Says one o the peacekeepers

I smile, looking up to the sky "i'll be fashionably late, now shut up. I don't care about your opinion" The peacekeeper looks at me and hits me around the face with metal baton. I fall to the ground, and vacantly look at my blood below me. I hate blood.

"eat my shi-"

I'm stopped when they push me towards the town square, where the escort has already taken her place on stage. I get my blood taken, and scowl at the woman wo disregards me. I push my way through the girls, who just mutter under their breath about me. I don't even think twice about it. I take my place in the crowd, just as the escort strolls towards the reaping bowl.

I just think about where i'll go tonight. I left my father after I tarnished the perfect girl reputation I once was. I spent all night drinking my sorrows away. I don't care if I live on the streets, at least i'll escape the reality of this world.

"Maddox Hillsong"

wait, what? I watch the worried boy walk towards the stage, slightly confused as he stops in his tracks. The peacekeepers have to escort him to the stage, well, we've got an idiot. He is like the typical District 10 boy, with brown hair and green eyes. I know he has no cnahce, but it doesn't really matter, he's going to die and in a year no one will remember him. That's life.

Te escort begins to drone on about how we are going to get another victor. I look towards the eleven measly victors on the stage and I can't be bothered to suppress my smile.

She begins to walk towards the female bowl, but before she enters her hand in I decide to do something insane. I don't know my motivation, the words just come out.

“I,” she started, “Victoria ‘Tori’ Assface Sinclair, volunteer for the Hunger Games. Also, I’m about to pass out.”

oh, i guess i'm going into the Hunger Games. I begin to walk towards the stage, the escort looking slightly confused. I must look terrible, my brown hair is all over the place and my makeup is even more of a mess.

The escort smiles at me

"well, what a beautiful woman"

"I hate flattery"

The escort just looks away and as she announces the tributes for District 10. Then, everything goes dark, and I fall. The last sounds i hear are the shouts from the District.

District 11: Garth Stormcloak
The smell of fire andwafts through my window.

I mutter under my breath about the animals who run around this district, the animals being the citizens of this sorry District. The night was filled with riots, the District 8 reaping, where the two rebels were killed sent the District in outrage. The savages burnt the fields i've worked so hard to build. I look to my bloody whip hanging up in my room, they're all going to suffer after the reaping.

I get changed, hearing my esteemed father shout for me. I wish the world could be like me, with my high class attitude and prowess, not uncivilised apes who mug you when you are unarmed.

I smile as i look at myself in the mirror. The reaping is a time to impress, though the poverty of this District ensures people show up in rags, their sheer presence harms my radiance of perfection. I notice something is missing, and i see it on my windowsill. I can't leave the house without my lucky finger. The lucky finger being one belonging to a monkey on the field who failed to harvest the corn, idiot.

I make my way down the marble staircase, where my parents await my arrival. There is a line of servants, all dressed up like the puppets they are, my own personal array of them. I each the bottom and look at all eight of them.

"leave, now. You're presence is ruining the air i'm breathing"

They all look towards each other, slightly confused. I make my eyes slits, how dare they ignore their superior. I grab the nearest one by the arm, and throw her elderly and frail body towards the marble fire place. She hits the wall and falls the the ground with a crunch, motionless. I guess that's one less nuisance I have to worry about.

"Clean her up and throw her outside, she'll make the room smell of her stench"

The servants hurry, making sure to stay away from me. My parents smile, supporting my obviously right views on the natives. I am from a Capitol family, i would never be born into this filthy District.

I make my way outside, making my way without my parents. The street has numerous bodies on them, littered with bullet wounds. The peacekeepers mill around the area, their cubs armed and ready. I shout my praise to them, the troublemakers need to be culled. The rest of the District is silent, tears streaming out of their eyes. I look towards the fire damaged building, and the burnt crops. I can't wait to see what punishment Pandora gives them, hopefully I can watch them starve to death.

I notice the glares of disapproval i receive. I have never been the most popular in this District, and as woman glares at me in shock. I spit at her and storm forward, knocking over the people as I storm away.

The line to the Reaping is long, too long. I barge my way through, and no one protests. I get in line with the other seventeen year olds. The apes next to me keep their distance, probably not wanting their necks to be snapped. I wish I could do more than thrture these people, but the Capitol see them important to maintain, overcrowding this District with scum.

I wait in line, I can feel people watching me. I can't do anything about it, and mack a mockery of myself in front of the entire District. That's when the escort makes her way towards the stage and all eyes are on her. The strange thing is it's not the usual escort. The woman who comes out the doors to the Justice Building is Pandora Lenox, the president. Her beauty and flawlessness sweeps over this pathetic District. I did notice the hovercraft arranged in the army formation landing here, this women is a true hero.

"Greetings District 11. I recall yesterday I arrived in District 8 and killed two rebels trying to escape Panem. I shall tell you worry bastards something now, there is nothing out there. There is only a land of fear and death, none of you idiots would survive a day out there. I offer you safety in the land of Panem, the only civilisation left. You then betray me, I thought the District 8 Reaping would serve as an example, but currently DIstrict 5, 7, 8 and 12 have all participated in rebellions, all easily crushed. You have no chance of defeating me, and as punishment you will be subjected to curfew. The only hours you are allowed to leave your homes are work hours, any suspicious activity will result in your very own execution."

The District are silent, this godly demon who goes far beyond all our knowledge stands there like the angel she is. This District is too afraid to fight back, Pandora means business. That is when she approaches the girls bowl, she will be doing the reaping, finally, someone worth my attention. She pulls out a name, and a smile crosses her lips as it breaks open.

"Taligelia Rendervault"

The District is silent, and I see suffling in the girls crowd, a sea of black. The girl makes her way out the sixteen year old sector. She is just like everyone else in this District. She would be called beautiful by anyone, but I can't see beyond her sicly skin colour. The girl stands next to Pandora, obviously uncomfortable and holding back tears. I hope she cries and makes a mockery out of herself.

Pandora does not say anything, but I can tell she is studying the sod. She then makes her way towards the male bowl. I'm excited, excited to see which idiot will be picked out of this crowd of idiots. The slip is pulled out and opened, Pandora looks slightly shocked, but regains her com posture and announces the name.

"Garth Stromcloak"

What? I don't even know what to think, me? I was reaped over this crowd of animals, they should be the ones to be reaped, they're so irrelevant. I begin to storm off, in the opposite direction of the stage. I hear the laughs and cheers that surround me, people knowing I'm going to face a fate worse than death. I'll come back, and everyone will be sorry.

I begin to sprint, but the peacekeepers hits me on the head with a mace and pulls me towards the stage, to face my humiliation right in front of the most important person in the world.

I can't keep compustore as I stand on the stage, Pandora looking at me critically. She embraces me, and i smile until i hear her whisper"I expected better from a Stormcloak" She them smiles coldly and mockingly.

"District 11. I give you Taligelia Rendervault and Garth Strormcloak. You both shake hands now"

Taligelia offers out her hand, but i don't move a muscle. Pandora wrinkles her nose and signals her peacekeepers to take us into the Justice Building. Taligelia looking slightly shocked and upset. I hope she will die, actually, I hope i can deliver the killing blow to her ugly face.

The doors close behind me, and I laugh.

District 12: Amanda Shaft
The remnants of food from last night lay on the table. I smile, for once in my life i'm not hungry. I guess that's one of the perks giving yourself a higher change for a death sentence.

The reaping is today. The seam is unusually silent, people spending possibly their last moments with their family. I pull out a pocket watch, something I stole from an elderly merchant who didn't even notice me. I never feel bad, ever since my parents died in a mining accident I had to fend for myself.

I know the time is nearing until i have bro walk towards my fate, hopefully my decision did not cost me my life as my eyes focus on the food I received last night.

I remember last night. The District 11 reaping caused peacekeepers to swarm our District and force us inside out homes. They must think the Districts will try to rebel, again. The District has been put under martial law.

I notice the time has flied by, and the sirens blare. The haunting sound reminding us we need to go towards the District Square. I quickly look myself one run the mirror. I'm nothing special, black churls hang messily down my back, with a streak of violet in it.

I open my door. I'm instantly greeted by a cloud of smoke a dust, adding my couch to the harmony of the other coughs. The segments of coal crunch under my feet as I walk towards the square. I keep my head low, noticing the peacekeepers lining the crowded streets.

I await my turn in line, the morbid attitude of everyone reflects on the atmosphere is awful, it always is. This District hasn't produced a victor in thirty years, we only have one mentor because out of the three living victors only one would survive the train journey to the Capitol.

I get my blood taken and make my way to the crowd with the other fourteen year olds. They all reflect the same fear and anxiety, in this District getting reaped is a death sentence, were all too weak and most could not lift a sword.

After a brief time the escort takes his place on the stage. He smiles at the District, who do not return the love. I just remain quite, watching the stage, slightly worried.

The escort drones on a speech about rebellion and how we are in a new era of peace. The images of District 11 flash into my mind, and i manage a small smile at his ignorance.Then and video plays and a mayor proceeds to speak about how we need to stay in our place and we will be rewarded. I know we will not be able to do that, there are always a few loose cannons.

The escort then comes back the the stage. I feel my heart thumping louder, and needs of sweat fall down my head. This will all be over soon, just a single name and then i can go home. The escort is already at the bowl and i notice the slip in his hand. He opens it and announces

"Amanda Shaft"

This is a dream. I feel everything around me go silent and girl look around for the unlucky person, that person being me. My chest tightens and I begin to walk towards the stage, each step is painful, my mind telling me to stop but i know I must move forwards.

I make my way up the stage, and all eyes are on me. I just look down, trying ti smile. I don't know how to react. I know one thing, I must not cry. The escort looks at me "What a lovely girl, now for the boys"

He makes his way towards the male bowl. I hope it is someone who has more of a chance than I do. I hope this district can get a District, one year we will not starve.

"Brandan Corringham"

I instantly know my wish didn't come true, as the small blonde boy suffuse out of the twelve year old sector. The District murmur in disappointment, I guess we won't get a victor this year. The escort even looks critical.

The pathetic boy makes his way on stage, tears rolling out his eyes as he moans. I want to slap him but i can't, he is already making himself a target. I just stand there awkwardly, feeling slightly bad for him.

"District 12, your tributes, Brandan Corringham and Amanda Shaft"

The applause is halfhearted and i'm whisked into the justice building. I look behind me, capturing the last time i'll ever see my home. I'm going to have to fight, I have to win.

Day 1
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Day 2
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Pre-Games
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Arena
The arena is mainly a large pine forest, the cornucopia located in the exact centre. The forest contains a small group of abandoned cabins and some tattered tents that can provide some shelter. This area is also a good place to hunt, however, it contains numerous mutts and the food can be fatal to consume.

The north and west of the arena is a large lake, where the water is pure and it seems like a good place, but the exotic flowers that border the lake spew poison and deadly mutts lurk within the waters depths.

The south of the arena is a small farm, where the pine forest eventually becomes a flat landscape. The farm contains a barn but has no food source. This part of the arena is probably the safest when it comes to mutts and game maker traps.

The east of the arena is a beautiful full of hedges which form a maze, with elaborate designs and exotic flowers, it is of overwhelming beauty. However, it is easy for tributes to get lost in it.

Arena Wear
The arena wear for the tributes is rather basic. They wear combat boots that end just below their knees. The tributes wear cargo pants and a black tank top. They then wear a cargo jacket corresponding with their District colours.