a/n: hope you like this new story :) I've been planning for it for a while, and I hope you like it.

*I'll be needing your help for this: This is not a full SYOT. All I'm asking for you to do, is come up with a girl's name, and the physical attributes of the girl, including a brief personality. NO AGE IS REQUIRED. I may use your ideas for the remaining tributes I have to create. I will give you full credit for the character, but I will be developing the character myself. Each tribute will be known in the next chapter. Please put your character's name in the review section.This would be a big help for me.*

The tribute list will be put in the a/n here so you know who died and who remains alive.

SUMMARY:
- Peeta Mellark is the sole victor of the 74th Hunger Games. The 3rd Quarter Quell announces that all males are to be made ineligible for the reaping. Katniss Everdeen is chosen as tribute at 17 years old. She's the one of the youngest tributes in the this year's games. But she's faster, wiser, and more agile and stealthy than the all the other tributes. Katniss has spent half her life learning battle strategies of dogs, wolves and big cats. With all the ingredients to the making of a deadly opponent, Katniss is sure to win this Games. With mentor, Haymitch and Peeta giving her valuable advice, she is the most likely to win this year's Games. But, with unknown threats looming over her, and crushing voices calling her name, will she really be the one to win?

DISCLAIMER: I do not plan on owning the Hunger Games..

STRATEGIST

I sit nervously at the seats on the stage of the town square. Only girls are to be reaped for the 3rd Quarter Quell.
"and to show that neither male nor female can overcome the Capitol; each district is to make all males ineligible for the reaping."
The voice still echoes in my mind. Only females. So one boy will be spared their life. The families with a boy will sigh in relief. I do not. I inhale and exhale as calmly as I can, praying that 17 year old Katniss Everdeen is not chosen this year.
Not Katniss. Not Katniss. Not Katniss. This becomes a mantra, my prayer to whatever makes the universe to not reap my Katniss Everdeen. This'll be my first year of mentoring. And the thought of mentoring Katniss to be slaughtered makes my stomach twist. She will not be chosen. I know. I don't know how many slips she has, but I know she won't be chosen. She just can't. With Prim deceased, Gale working in the mines, and her mother distant, she won't have to take out much tesserae for anyone. Poor Primrose Everdeen. She died in a fire. She couldn't even save the poor Hawthorne boy.

Effie claps her hands enthusiastically, after the mayor's speech.
"Well, wasn't that lovely, as always!" she exclaims. She's in a better mood this year. She's happy that our district finally has another victor. Although, I know she wants a higher district. I can't say I don't blame her. Our district has only 3 victors in total. And only two are alive. Well, Haymitch is half alive in the drunken state he's usually in. But surprisingly, this year, he's sobered up for the reaping. I think he's just run out of liquor.
"Now, as you all know, all males are to be ineligible for the reaping," says Effie. "so, how about we choose the lucky girl to compete this year!" she exclaims, heels clicking as she makes her way to the glass bowl with Katniss' name entered at least more than twenty times. My palms start to get sweaty, and my hands tremble when Effie fishes agonizingly slow for a name. My breathing is heavier by the time she pulls a name out of the bowl. She bounds to the microphone, eager to call out the name of the girl sent to die in my hands.

Not Katniss. Not Katniss. Not Katniss.

"Katniss Everdeen!" Effie's voice rings out, clear as a bell. That's when I notice her. Her small form in the crowd of 17 year old girls in a pale green dress that compliments her icy silver eyes. Her face is alert when her name is called. Her eyes dart to Effie.
"Well, come on up, dear." Effie says, her bubbly voice suddenly flat. A girl from behind her nudges Katniss to the small aisle that leads to the stage. Peacekeepers grab her wrists softly, and escort her to the stage. She is well-known here. She is the main provider of greens, wild herbs, and mostly meat. She is a calculated hunter. The whole district looks up to her. And now, she's in the Hunger Games. Haymitch pats my knee sympathetically. My jaw clenches, and my hands form a fist.

Effie guides Katniss to the stage and asks everyone in the audience to clap. No-one does. Then, a miracle happens. One girl from the back puts three fingers to her lips and yells,
"We'll see you soon Katniss!" and the shouting begins.

The entire district shouts Katniss' name. They lift her up. The district believes in Katniss. They believe she'll come home. The weight that's put on her shoulders has just doubled in value. Katniss has to win now. She won't let the district. And judging by the way her chin lifts, and her eyes blaze with fire, she's planning on coming home. And I couldn't be more proud.

Katniss is ushered into the Justice Building for visitors. I remember my time there. My mother came. She pleaded for forgiveness. And I gave it to her willingly. She was disappointed I wasn't a girl. But thankfully, she lives peacefully with my older brothers in Victor's Village. It's always a riot in there. Gabe and Andrew still keep up the random wrestling matches, they still keep up with the teasing. But they don't say anything about my constant pacing the middle of the night. They know I've been through a lot already. They know not to get me too far-fetched. This makes me realize how silent Katniss' house will be when she wins. Haymitch pulls me aside and roughly slaps the backside of my head.
"Oh! What the hell was that for?" I ask roughly, rubbing my head. He points a finger at me threateningly.
"Look, you better keep your emotions in check. I don't want you to drop a bombshell on her on her first day as tribute." The word tribute makes me cringe. I put my hands up and back away.
"Okay! Okay! Well, I don't exactly want to keep her in the dark about my feelings, so what?" I ask, still rubbing the now sore spot on the back of my head. Haymitch rolls his eyes.
"You don't get it! The girl is observant, she'll know something is wrong. But to be fair, she is kinda oblivious to boys, right Peeta?" he asks, laughing. I suddenly feel like giving him a bottle of alcohol.
"Just shut it."

Katniss is still keeping up the strong face, but I know, deep down, she's terrified. Effie guides her to the train, and she stops in her tracks. As she walks slowly, her fingers run across the fabric of the couches, her eyes look longingly at the snacks that she would spend her whole day on, and still not get good enough food like this. She smiles slightly at the district cheering her on. Her whispered words make my heart fill with new hope.
"I'll see you soon."

Katniss fidgets as she sits on the soft chair, hands playing with the bottom of her dress. That's when I notice a golden pin fastened on her left. A mockingjay. It's fitting. She can make the birds go silent with her angelic voice after all. Haymitch shoves past me and sits down in front of Katniss. I sit in the other chair.
"So girl, will you be just another tribute for me to ship back in a box?" Haymitch questions. Katniss shakes her head.
"No, where are you going with this?" she asks, her eyes curious.
"Yes, that's what I'd like to know," I mutter, just loud enough for Katniss and Haymitch to hear. Katniss suppresses a grin at my comment.
"Oh so you're one of those tributes?" he asks, rolling his eyes.
"You mean one of those tributes that you failed to bring home all those years, because you were drunk? No, I don't plan on leaving Haymitch," she spits his name like it's a sin. I can't help but notice the resemblance between Katniss and Haymitch. Haymitch grows angry, holding the glass in his hands harder. I notice that it's strong liquor.
"Look, girl. If you plan on coming home, you should start getting people to like you. Because, right now sweetheart, you're not doing a very good job."
"Were you always like this, Haymitch? If you were, I don't see how you won." I can tell Katniss struck a nerve.
Haymitch's eyes grow angrier, and he lifts his leg to kick Katniss but she dodges the kick swiftly, twirling gracefully to the side of Haymitch's chair, and plucking the drink out of his hands, and disappears. Gone. Like wind.
"My drink! Damn bastard! " he spits. And suddenly, Katniss appears behind Haymitch and holds him a strong headlock. The way her hands are positioned on Haymitch's head give her a clear opportunity to crack his neck with a snap of Katniss' strong wrists.
"You're dead." She spits, pushing his head forward, letting his body fall to the floor with a thud. And the bottle appears on the table, empty of any liquor. Then Katniss disappears again. And then I understand. It wasn't a threat. It was showing Haymitch that she had the best chance of winning, no matter what he said. And I smile.

Katniss, you're guarenteed a spot in the Vicor's circle.