Chapter One
Some call me a monster, a killer, heartless. Other, they think I'm a genius, that I would only do what's best for the people, that I would never harm anyone. The rest, well they don't really have much of a choice.
Many disagreed with the tradition started almost 74 years ago, a brutal tradition, but a vital one. When Panem showed signs of an uprising, we had to find a way to contain that, anyway that we could. The people of Panem might not understand this, they might think that it amuses me and that I laugh at the pain of other. That I truly only think of this as a game.
But, even I understand the severity and horror of the games, it must be carried on, and everyone knew that. Well, at least I thought they knew that, I thought they understood this part of their culture, I thought they understood the necessity. But, my view was changed at the reaping of the 74th annual Hunger Games. I could sense the trouble in the air when the small slip of paper was pulled out of the oversized glass dome in District 12.
My name is Coriolanus Snow. The president of the country of Panem, and is the story of what really happened during the Rebellion.
A/N - I know that this story has probably already been written, but this is my version of this and I hope you enjoy! Also I don't have a cover image yet but I am working on it :)
