The Hunger Games were created years ago by President Coral Macos to punish the districts for their failed rebellion. For years, the games continued as sad, little, sombre affairs. Twenty-four tributes were plucked from their homes straight into a fifty metre or so arena and forced to fight to the death. While there were a few interesting victors, the capitol hated the event. Their distaste for Macos grew to loathing and his impeachment the year previous had seemed to many, long overdue. Brucius Glade needed to change the Capitol's hatred for the games. Back before the rebellion, Glade had been Macos' major adversary, but he had since faded from the public eye. However, after Macos' impeachment, he was thrust back into the forefront as the leading candidate for the new president.
On the day of the election, Brucius Glade sat around his dining room table with his wife and two sons for their morning meal.
"So, Alecksander," Brucius began, "I hear that your grades are slipping."
Brucius' wife Portia let out a small smile. Her son's failing grades had long been a source of disappointment for her and it seemed that her nagging had finally got through to Brucius and he was going to do something about it. Her face soon turned sour as Brucius continued his conservation.
"Well, who cares about stupid exams, am I right? I didn't need grades to get where I am now. And where is that?" He asked his two sons.
"The President, dad!" The two chorused.
Brucius laughed deeply, before replying, "Now, I'm not President yet. But again, it's only a matter of time."
The crowd around Brucius swarmed uncontrollably as the capitol announcer counted down from five.
"Five!" The crowd cheered.
"Four!"
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
"The next President of the capitol is Brucius Glade!" The thriving mass of people let out a roar of delight and the man found himself among them.
That night, the capitol party was intense. Brucius found himself having to decline nearly twenty offers of quick hook-ups by capitol women looking to increase their social status. He had to nearly drag himself out of the ballroom and to his office, when he met the woman who would change his life forever.
"Tiffany Armstrong," she extended her hand towards him, "Head Gamemaker. I believe we're going to be working very closely from now on."
Brucius simply nodded his head and shook her hand.
"Coral Macos was a terrible man and a worse President. However, the Hunger Games was one of his better ideas. But in creating this, he alienated his nation. We need to change it to appeal to the Capitol."
Again, Brucius simply stood in silence as he watched her formulate her question.
"Well, what do you say?"
Brucius broke out a deep grin and spoke, "I have so much work to do."
Hi guys. Welcome to my first story! Obviously, it's an SYOT, so please submit your tributes over PM. Also, just so you know, the career alliance is a thing, but it's still quite new. The form will be on my profile. – Readermaster.