Hi, someoneorother123 here, I'm starting a new SYOT, this time its a quell. If you haven't read my other story, it doesn't really matter. So in this version of the 75th Games, Katniss and Peeta didn't win the games, instead Clove did, but there are still hints of a rebellion. Anyway I hope you submit the rules and form are on my profile.

President Snow

"She has to die" I say, staring at the computer screen which shows her trekking.

"Why?" Seneca Crane asks, "she is providing good entertainment for the Capitol and a lot of people are backing her" he continues.

"Ever since her ally died, District 11 has started to rebel, and I don't want the other districts seeing her as a symbol for a rebellion. She needs to die" I reply.

Seneca nods, "I will do whatever I can to try and get the other tributes to kill her and if not, I'll just blow her up" he says.

A couple of days later I am sitting on my white couch, watching the games. A fest has just been announced, this could allow other tributes to kill Katniss Everdeen.

I watch as she runs to the cornucopia and grabs District 12's pack. I am disappointed, it seems that she will escape. Then out of nowhere a knife flies and hits her head. After a long struggle with the girl from 2, the cannon goes off.

I cheer a little too loudly then I should, now she is gone and she will just be another tribute that died in the games.

Days Later

"Grandpa! The finale's starting!" I hear my eight year-old granddaughter, Lyla yell. I rise from my seat and head down the hallway, where I find my daughter Salia and my grandchildren Cornelius Jr and Lyla, glued to the screen.

I watch as mutts chase down the four remaining tributes, the tributes from 2, the girl from 5 and the boy from 11. Peeta died the day after Katniss did. The mutts are very impressive and I make a mental note to myself, to commend Seneca Crane on them.

I watch as the tributes are chased to the cornucopia, the girl from 5 trips and I watch Salia grimace as the mutts tear her apart, she never enjoyed the games.

I lean in closer to watch as the boys from 2 and 11 face each other, both with swords drawn. This could be a very bloody battle.

"I hope Cato wins!" My six year-old grandson, Cornelius Jr, says.

His wish is granted when Cato finally overpowers the boy from 11, killing him. Then the two remaining tributes face each other.

"Attention tributes!" Claudius Templesmith says. "The previous rule change has been revoked, we can only have one winner."

They have been allies for the entire games, but now one has to kill the other. And I'm excited to see who.

"I'm sorry Clove," Cato says, "but there can only be one winner," he continues as he raises his sword. In a flash, you can see a glint of silver sail through the air.

"I"m sorry Cato, but there can only be one winner," Clove replies, her knife sticking out of him. He looks at her in shock before he crumples to the floor and the cannon goes off

"Congratulations to Clove Brown, Victor of the 72nd annual Hunger Games!" Claudius Templesmith says as Clove is taken up to the hovercraft.

"Ha ha ha ha," Lyla taunts Cornerlius, "A girl won, girl's are better than boys," she says very sincerely.

"No there not!" Cornelius protests.

"Well I was going for Clove and you weren't so I win," Lyla replies.

"No you weren't you were going for Katniss," Cornelius says starting to charge towards Lyla, I watch as my daughter struggles to break them apart.

I smile to myself, there had been threats of rebellion through-out the games, but now that the girl from 2 has won, I doubt there will be.

Seneca Crane's POV

"Seneca! Come her at once," I hear President. Snow shout.

"Coming," I reply, picking up my papers. I walk into his big office and look around, there is barely anything on the walls.

"We need to talk," he says, glaring at me. I gulp, this doesn't look good.

"I've just recieved reports of an uprising in District 9, we already know that 10 and 11 have rebelled, we need to stop these uprisings. Any ideas?" He asks.

"Well, the Quarter Quell is coming up soon, we have a really terrible twist that shocks the districts into quieting down again," I reply, hoping it was the answer he was looking for.

He smiles at me, showing his pure, white teeth. "That's exactly what I was thinking, do you have any ideas?" He asks.

"Well maybe something that means there are a lot of tributes in the arena, or something that will create a lot of alliances and betrayal," I reply, hoping it was good enough.

"Yes, yes, go on," President Snow says.

"Oh, I've got it!" I sat suddenly, an idea rushing to me. "Siblings! We reap one tribute from each district, but that tribute takes all their siblings in with them, that's shock the districts," I say.

President Snow laughs, "Brilliant idea Seneca, I can picture it now, tributes of all ages forced to compete in the games," he says. "Thank-you Seneca," he says, obviously meaning for me to leave.

"Yes, of course, I'll go start work on the plans for the arena," I say, quickly leaving the room, a smile on my face. I have a few ideas up my sleeve. The tributes this year are in for a shock.

Melissa Danielson POV (if anyone's read my other SYOT, you'll know who she is)

"Mum, come on, the announcements about to start!" My nine year-old daughter, Belinda, calls out to me.

I walk into the living room, the rest of the household are already there. Its time for the announcement of the third quarter quell.

I settle myself in between my two sons, now aged thirteen and seventeen. I can't believe how fast they've grown up.

Belinda sits down on my lap as the television turns on.

"Welcome everybody, to the 75th Annual Hunger Games announcement!" Caesar Flickerman, says on stage.

"Now, in case you didn't know, this year is the third quarter quell, which means there will be a special twist!" He says excitedly.

"Yeah, like we didn't know," Maxientus says beside me. I know he's worried, its only his second year and already there's a Quell.

I stare up at a picture hanging on the wall, the girl in it is smiling at us. I miss that smile. She would be sixteen now, I can't imagine her as a sixteen year-old.

The girl in the picture is Harriet, she was reaped for the 72nd Hunger Games, and unfortunately didn't survive. I sigh, everyday I still miss her.

"Mum," Maxientus says, elbowing me to get my attention. I stare at the screen, the president is unfolding a tiny, white, slip of paper.

"For the 75th Annual Hunger Games, the Third Quarter Quell," he says, I think the whole of Panem has gone silent, holding their breath until its announced.

"To remind us that families were torn apart during the rebellion, only one tribute will be reaped from each district," everyone is confused, only one tribute? "But that tribute has to take with them, any siblings they have, regardless of age," he continues.

I gasp, that means that if Constantine or Maxientus are reaped, they all have to go in, including Belinda.

"No, no, no! This can't be happening," Carla, one of the mothers who shares this apartment with us, cries. She has two kids, one who could be reaped, Velvet and Satin.

I can hear Carrie crying, she recently lost her mother, father and sister to a factory explosion. I look at their pictures on the wall, Bonnie, Juniper and Harris. Her older sister Livvy comforts her.

"We need to do something about this," I say, angrily.

Livvy looks up at me and smiles. "Rebel," she says.

Well, I hope you enjoyed that, it was just an introductory chapter.

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