Author's Note: This story is set as a sequel to The Hunger Games. I've been writing it by hand in my little "Down With The Capitol" notebook, and decided to put it up here to be judged. Please review, if you don't mind. I'd really like the critiques on my writing.
"So, an alternative has been placed on the table. Since my colleagues and I can come to no consensus, it has been agreed that we will let the victors decide. A majority of four will approve the plan. No one may abstain from the vote."
The room was silent, filled with government officials in no light besides that which emerged from the ancient screen; the last left that could play the old type of recording.
"What has been proposed is that in lieu of eliminating the entire Capitol population, we have a final, symbolic Hunger Games, using the children directly related to those who held the most power."
Eyes in the room mimicked those onscreen; many widened, some looked to their leader-those onscreen to the grey woman, and those in the room to the black haired man at the front of the group. He kept focused on the tape.
"What?" says one girl with short brown hair.
"We hold another Hunger Games using Capitol children." The grey woman repeats, before the tape pauses in a still of her face.
Someone flips on the lights. Eyes take time to adjust as the black-haired man turns and motions for the group to sit down at the conference table. All do so in silence, taking their places on the side as the taller black haired man takes the head.
"Continue to watch the screen." he says flatly. He takes the archaic remote he held in his jacket pocket. The actions onscreen begin to speed up and fast forward before playing once more.
"I vote yes. For Prim."
"Haymitch, it's up to you."
"I'm with the Mockingjay."
He paused once more, turning back to the table of people.
"So... What exactly is this, Race?" one woman at the far end of the table began.
The black haired man, aptly named Race, developed a knowing look on his face. "This, Figgia, is a tape of New Panem's first President, President Coin, and the victors of the Old Hunger Games voting on whether to have a new Hunger Games after the revolution."
"Why didn't anyone know about this until now?" a voice asked.
"Because President Coin was killed moments after this meeting." Race responds.
"But it's irrelevant now!" another woman chimes in. "The Capitol, though better off economically, isn't really superior to the Districts anymore." A few voices chimed in agreement. "There is no cause for rivalry."
"I agree with you, Melody." Race says calmly. "There is no reason to simply hold one New Hunger Game with Capitol children whose only knowledge of the war comes from history textbooks." He continued. "However, the is no sense of nationalistic unity in Panem anymore. I, for one, feel as if-without the Games-there is nothing that mentally holds New Panem as one. Of course, First President Coin's idea was not in this intention, nor would it have helped the country's state now."
The room had once more gone silent. The President's commanding tone and the fact that everyone there knew what was coming next loomed.
"So today, June 18th, I am instating the New Hunger Games, which will include tributes from all 13 districts and the Capitol. Per magistra. Effective immediately."
