Notes: Even though OUAT has now ended its fifth season (*sniffles*) this will take place in the first season, where the sexual tension was oh-so-amazing between the sheriff and the mayor, Henry was at a blissfully young age, and all of the characters mentioned in the story were already conveniently introduced. Let's pretend a little, shall we?

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I could, I do not own Once Upon A Time or the Hunger Games series. Oh, Adam and Eddie, how lucky you are. Apologies for using your characters in my own mischievous plans.

Ooh, and reviews are much appreciated. Inexperienced writers like me need a little feedback and constructive criticism! Thanks!

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The people of Storybrooke never thought much about Panem, a region heard of once in a great while.

Until, suddenly, Panem's problems were now their problems. They had come here, to a town in Maine.

A small town in Maine.

The smallest town in North America.

It was impossible.

Trucks full of Peacekeepers, white-suited nightmares that were once only whispered about in the dark as ghost stories, were pouring in, tires leaving black marks on the asphalt.

Rumors flew like arrows, infecting the entire town within an hour. "They're here," eager mouths said against greedy ears, "The stories are true. I've heard the Reaping is to begin three days from now."

Children throughout the town weren't as ecstatic as the adults. Instead, they shut themselves in their rooms, their wails mixing as one with the buzz of trucks, the bustle of the once-desolate streets, the hammering of hearts from stricken mothers.

After Panem had fallen ten years ago, the government in ruin, the nations had dispersed across the rest of the country, leaving the wastelands of the Districts behind. Katniss Everdeen, the Mockingjay, the symbol of hope, had disappeared, never seen again, whether from death or voluntary exile, no one knew. Her legend died quickly, along with all thought of the Hunger Games.

Or so they thought.

Some Capitol residents remained in their tainted state of mind, religiously keeping their traditions at heart. So, quite suddenly, one of the followers of the old ways gathered together the Peacekeepers, Gamemakers, Panem Officials, and some of the most prestigious Capitol supporters.

And the Hunger Games, of course.

The new leader of this organization claimed she was the daughter of President Snow. Few believed this, since no one knew he had a daughter at all. With pale, fair skin that contrasted sharply with her dark hair, her name, Snow White, was actually quite fitting. Her motives and ideas, however, were far from pure.

And, thus, the Hunger Games began again, more vicious than the last. This time, Snow White personally chose a single town, where ten competitors would be reaped.

They knew that the Hunger Games traveled now.

No one knew they would come here.

…...

Right in the middle of Storybrooke, the New Genesis, as they called themselves, set up their banners, large screens, and the formidable stage, all set up to look like the original Reaping. The flags were new; blood-red with a knife and a gavel clashing together in the middle of a white circle.

Passerby watched the scene unfold, mesmerized by the pure excitement of something new.

Someone might wonder, "Who tried to stop this?"

The mayor of Storybrooke might have. The first day, when the trucks were rolling in, she stormed out to meet them head-on, cursing and yelling at anyone who crossed her path. Eventually, one of the Peacekeepers got fed up with her, and slapped her square in the jaw with his pistol.

The mayor retreated, silent for the rest of the day, a darkening bruise spreading across her cheek.

The announcement had rung through the streets only hours ago, declaring that everyone be gathered at the center of town the next morning.

Not many would be sleeping tonight.

…...

At eight the next morning, all of Storybrooke's residents were packed into the courtyard, the sun already high in the sky and their fingers slightly sore from the small needle that took their blood at the entrance.

The only sound for fifteen minutes was the shuffle of feet, subdued coughing, and quiet whispers.

Then, suddenly, a large group of Peacekeepers came into the courtyard, boots scraping loudly on the ground. One by one they broke away from the group, lining the courtyard, until only one woman was left to climb the steps to the stage.

A new wave of whispers broke out as the townsfolk recognized the newly-famed Snow White, now facing them. She was truly as stunning as the rumors suggested, with perfectly placed features, a striking figure, and bright, yet fierce brown eyes.

She stepped up to the microphone, clearing her throat daintily and staring at each of them before speaking.

"People of Storybrooke, how ecstatic you must be!" Snow White started, flashing a perfect smile and continuing, "You all get to be a part of the tenth New Genesis Hunger Games! Ten of you will be chosen to participate directly. I'm sure, even out in the middle of nowhere, you've heard of how this works, so I'll just get straight to the point. Now, you might be wondering why I personally saw to the set-up and execution of this year's Games. And, I suppose, you have the right to know. I've decided to change a couple rules especially for your tiny little town." she beckoned with a gloved hand to a man holding a sheet of paper. Taking the paper, she read aloud the new rules, "Number one: Anyone, ages 10 and up, will be eligible for the competition, not just children. Number two: No one will be allowed to "volunteer" for anyone chosen. And number three: two of the competitors will be directly chosen by me. "

Dead silence reverberated throughout the courtyard, the only sound being the deafening smile coming from Snow's lips.

"So, if we'd like to get started, the names of all of you are here, in these bowls. We'll start by selecting five girls, or, in this case, women," she smirked to herself a little, "and then five boys, or men."

She stepped over to the large glass bowl, with small slips of neatly folded paper inside, just like the stories. Heartbeats raced as she grabbed the first piece, unfolding it daintily, and read the name, written in graceful swirls, "Ruby Lucas."

The waitress standing near the back of the crowd let out a small shriek, muffled by her sleeve.

Snow pulled out another slip of paper, holding back her smile of satisfaction, "Belle French."

The librarian tightened her grip on her sweater.

"Maleficent."

The sorceress merely adjusted the brim on her hat.

"Tinker Bell."

The fairy sighed in resignation.

"Emma Swan."

The hero held her head high, determined to keep a neutral face at least until she was alone.

"Now, for the men, since I still have a choice to make." Snow made her way over to the other bowl, discarding the four slips of paper on the stage behind her.

"Killian Jones."

The pirate pretended not to have heard the name.

"David Nolan."

The prince glanced at his wide-eyed daughter.

"Robin Hood."

The thief hugged his son tighter.

"Mr. Gold."

The businessman, positioned right in front of the stage, just straightened his posture and smirked.

"And, now for my personal choices," Snow dropped the other four slips on the stage and stepped down the stairs. She faced the people of Storybrooke, hands folded in front of her, "I will pick one man and one woman."

Snow White strode through the crowd, eyeing each face carefully. She stopped in front of one particular brunette, "I heard you gave my men quite some trouble yesterday," Snow touched the woman's bruise, pressing lightly, "You can scream at anyone you want to in the arena, Regina Mills." she said, tapping the mayor's nose and walking farther into the crowd, leaving Regina fuming behind her.

Spotting a tousled brown head shorter than the others, she pushed aside a few townsfolk to kneel down next to a young boy, "And how old are you, sir?" she asked sweetly.

The boy looked around quickly, then answered, "Ten, miss."

"Well, then, congratulations! You're just the right age! You'll be so cute, Henry Mills." Snow pinched his cheeks and stood up, flashing a victorious grin at his gaping mother. "Maybe next time you'll learn to keep your comments to yourself, Mayor Mills."

Snow White made her way back to the stage, stepping up to the microphone once again, "Ladies and gentlemen, let the competitors come forward. Through these doors, we'll let family say their goodbyes."

She turned to leave, then abruptly came back to the microphone, suppressing a laugh,

"And, oh, may the odds be ever in your favor."