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After the defeat of the Capitol, the remaining victors vote upon whether or not there will be one last set of Games, using the Capitol children. Katniss wonders if that was how it was, almost a century ago, when they decided upon the Hunger Games.
This is what happened:
A young, slightly attractive man walked into a room where a few other people anxiously awaited his arrival. One, a young woman wearing a fashionable blouse, another a young man sporting a fedora, and the last one an older woman with whiskers painted upon her face, along with many other unnatural enhancements of her body.
"Rosanalie, Garold, Heralda, I have come to a conclusion which demands a vote," he announced, silencing his greetings of "Good afternoon, President Snow," by slicing his hand through the air.
The three other, most important and well-respected Capitol citizens nodded their heads in approval and encouragement, awaiting the continuation of his explanation.
"Hunger Games," President Snow said simply, loudly, causing Rosanalie to jump and shudder in her chair. He glared at her and she rapidly began to blush, tainting her already pink cheeks a bright shade of red.
He waited a moment for the name to sink in before continuing. "Two children drawn from a lottery from every District. A fight to the death, live spectators, and with the evolution progress that we're making, at some point we may be able to... televise the Hunger Games,"
The looks of disgust on Rosanalie's, Garold's, and Heralda's faces was evident. Their eyes squinted in disbelief, their upper lips curled in horror.
"Every year?" Rosanalie asked, disbelieving.
"Fight to the death?" Garold asked, but it sounded more like he was stating the phrase.
"Why?" Heralda asked, massaging her temples and burying her face in her hands.
President Snow smirked like he knew something that the others didn't know. "Rosanalie, Garold, Heralda, these people, they tried to overthrow us," he said smartly, crossing his arms across his broad chest. His oversized, surgically enhanced puffy lips were grinning.
The three just stared, disbelieving, at their leader, their idol. They couldn't believe that the kind, caring President would even think to suggest such a concept.
"Now, I will ask you to vote. All those in favor of Hunger Games, please say 'I'," President Snow said, enunciating every word carefully as though he were talking to a room of incompetent young children.
The three others exchanged glances, but said nothing. President Snow's idea was greeted by a wall of silence. He repeated his question, and then stood for a few more moments. He hadn't a clue what to do, he had never been disagreed with before by members of the Capitol, especially such respected members as these.
He stood, glared for just a moment, and turned on his heel, walking out of the room. He slammed and locked the door behind him. The door was never unlocked, the window previously barred.
"Let the Games begin," President Snow muttered. It was time for him to put his plan into action.
Author's Note: Were the Games ever supposed to take place? Please review, reviews make me happy... Also, you have no idea how hard it was for me to call President Snow 'slightly attractive'!