The Multi-Fandom Games.

CHAPTER ONE

"Here we have our tributes this year!" Caesar Flickerman announces, gesturing to the screen behind him. It's lit up with the faces of the unfortunates; each wearing varying degrees of hunger and desperation. I watch with only mild interest, indifferent to the games, as per usual. They've become so ordinary, so commonplace here in the Capitol that it's virtually only the sponsors that watch the games with the keen interest we all used to display.

It's the evening of Reaping Day. All the Capitol viewers are either down t the betting station, or safe and warm inside their homes, like me. It's raining outside, and I've got a fire going inside my living room; something I've always viewed as a typical pleasant evening. I don't often get to be alone like this. So often i have my mother and Mickey buzzing around my life, always asking, demanding. Tonight, I am alone. Gladly, alone.

I get these headaches. More and more frequently of late. I feel as though... I should be somewhere else. Somewhere better. Maybe not even better, just somewhere more exciting than this. There has to be more than just waking up to the same old thing; day after day. We're meant to do something with our lives, not just sit around and fancy ourselves. But of course this is the Capitol, and I can't say that.

I stare at the faces of the tributes on the screen and frown. I find myself, in this very moment, almost envying them. They might not think they're free, they might think they lead the most oppressed life possible, but at least they know it. Here in the capitol, the people are as blind as bats to the oppression of the lives they lead. However, like I said, this is the capitol. And you can't go around saying things like that.

"From district one!" Caesar calls, whilst I pick up my glass of champagne, tucking my feet up on the plush white couch. The screen shifts to a picture of the first two tributes, both tall, both athletic, and both displaying the classic beauty so prevalent to District 1.

"Cedric Diggory!" He calls. The boy they show is tall, pale, and he's clearly not bothered to do anything to his hair. It's brown and thick and all over the place, but he's handsome. The sponsors will jump at the chance.

"Alice Kingsley!" It's the girt they show from District 1. She is also incredibly beautiful, long blonde hair in ringlets down her back, creamy pale skin and deep blue eyes. Tall and willowy, with a vacant expression; she doesn't look like much. However, I've watched enough of the Games to know that the acts and the pretences start from the minute they call your name.

Jasmine plods in and I set my champagne down to pull her up onto my lap. She purrs contentedly and rubs her head against my leg as I stroke her.

"Welcome to our tributes from District 2!" Caesar calls, and the screen changes behind him. The District Two tributes are always the ones you want to watch out for. They get the most sponsors and the most glorifications on the part of the Capitol. I remember my parents, when I was still living with them, betting on a pair from District Two. We won quite a large sum of money from that, but it disappeared quickly. Affluence is easy to come by in the Capitol.

"John Smith!" Caesar introduces. The seventeen year old is incredibly tall, wearing a blue pinstripe suit. He grins, and I see the perfectly straight, intensely white teeth and charming attitude. He'll have no problem whatsoever acquiring sponsors. I can tell just from looking at him that he'll be a fast runner, and who knows what muscles are hiding underneath that suit.

"Clara Oswald!" Caesar gestures to the screen gain, which shifts, displaying another sixteen year old. She's grinning, brown eyes wide, her chestnut hair bouncy in glossy waves around her shoulders. She's practically jumping with enthusiasm. It's clear from the off that she's used to excitement. She is going to be another sponsor magnet.

Time to see what braniacs District three presents.

"Sherlock Holmes!" He introduces and the screen shows up close the sixteen year old. He's tall, with porcelain skin and the most prominent cheekbones I've ever seen. Brown curly hair and a piercing stare. I don't like to tear my eyes off the screen. It feels as though he is watching me, and reading my very thoughts. He stands tall, with conviction and purpose. District 3 is not usually the prime sponsor target, but looking at Sherlock Holmes, I can tell it's going to be a little different this year.

"Molly Hooper!" Is the next name called. She's a mousy looking fifteen year old, and from the way she keeps glancing nervously at Sherlock, it's clear she likes him. She has long, light brown hair, minimal glasses, and a hopeful look in her eyes. She hasn't given up. It might be that hopeful quality alone that gets her the gifts she will need to survive in the arena. Some sponsors like to walk on the wild side and betting on a mousy little girl from District 3 might give them that anticipation.

Uncertainty makes the game more interesting.

Who knows? I might even bet this year.

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