*Written on November 24th, 2015*

Hello, this is Paradigm of Writing here, author of the Gamemaker's Plan Series. This story was started back in October of 2013. I had two chapters out and then never touched it again till March 0f 2015 with chapters three and four, five and six, and now seven with today. These first two chapters are not the best, written when my account was still fresh, as was the original story. I plan on, one day, going back and rewriting the first two chapters of this story and all of Part I to make them better. Chapters three onward are a much better view of how I write, so read these if you wish, or continue to #3, as these two beginners are my old 2013 self. The author note right below this was the very original one I made from the first day. Enjoy.

Hello there everyone, Paradigm here! I have changed my account name from TalesofAdventLover to Paradigm of Writing, just because I thought of something cooler. Hopefully people know I'm the same! This is The Gamemaker's Plan: P2, The Victor's Assault. Well, the title totally gives it away, right? Victors, Hunger Games... well, I totally do it different than Catching Fire. This story, I sadly have no idea how long will take due to other projects in other fandoms *cough Cross Examined cough* This story will be longer than the first TGP and actually have two sequels, which I am very excited for! I hope you all enjoy this! And for your own personal help, to get rid of spoilers, please read The Gamemaker's Plan, P1, Winning Mistakes to understand what happened. But, yet again, the title gives it away, again... Anyway, enough chitchat, let's get this show on the road! I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING except all my OC's and there are some major plot twists.


I love you Jonathan. Don't let them make you another part of their plan.

I bolted awake. The heart pace slowed down, back to the normal, relaxing beat I was used to. I mopped my forehead, wiping sweat away. She was back, back into my dreams. And there was nothing I could do to stop the barrage of images and the replaying of her death, over and over again in my head.

Katie.

She was intoxicating, she was a shine of light in the gloom world of Panem. My old district partner, who made 11th place in that accursed Hunger Games. The last tear which I had cried so long ago was dry, never to reappear on my face. I needed to move on. I had a friend nearby who I was deathly interested in. Katie.

Ugh, there I go again, repeating her name over and over again in my head. The broken soul I was. Damn those Hunger Games, the one thing that is truly demonic in this world. I shivered, realizing my window to room was left open, snow starting to sprinkle in the window. December had started here in Panem, and District 12 received the blunt of it, Mother Nature's harsh heart caused all of Panem to suffer. It had been four months since I escaped the Hunger Games, my soul broken, my mind destroyed from all of my allies deaths. Trust me when I say this, that you would NEVER want to go through what I went through. It would break you, teach you what survival really was, what children would do to save their skin.

I had been one of the outcomes of the Hunger Games, the 99th to be exact. My year was... interesting to say the least. There was enemy who created an alliance that was like the Mongol army, blood thirsty and ruthless. Careers who had no idea of what they were doing. (Quite funny to be honest!) And, in the middle, there was my petty alliance of nearly eight tributes. Well, broken body would be better. I was only in an alliance with one person besides Katie and his death wasn't much better than Katie's.

Colby.

He still puzzles me to this day. I don't understand how someone so smart, like he was, could of been downed by a dumbass tribute from nine with an IQ of a seven year old. He had gripped my hand till I lost the feeling in my fingers, his cries were so real, I knew he was in mortal pain. I missed him. I even had to dare say, I loved him. More than a brother, more than a friendship. Colby and Katie were the two people I relied on in the Hunger Games, the two that showed so qualm to any deed they did. And they were both gone, thanks to the asshole named Lee.

Ugh. President Lee Snow, a true colorful bastard. Oh, I meant that with my heart. He might not be as bad as his grandfather, the original President Snow during the whole Katniss situation, but, he had his own true identity. The day he came to show his "support", after I won the games, I could see behind his eyes, the resentment, the anger. He could not wait to slit my throat, make me lick the blood on the floor before he would stomp my entrails in. I knew he loved to kill people more than anything in the world. And I was on the list.

I was a victor. A winner of the Hunger Games. To be honest, I was surprised at how I even won. Essentially I won, due to a Gamemaker cheating. I only killed three people if my memory serves correctly. All three were part of the alliance destined to win, well in Panem's eyes. Wyatt Crane, the head Gamemaker, who oversaw the entire theatrical, had ordered Don Terio (a Gamemaker I'm not fond of) to come in and execute a tribute. That tribute in question was none other than Lone of District Six, the ruthless Cato look-alike.

My interview was less than memorable. I mean, I told off my district partner, saying I didn't like her right in front of every person in Panem, after she herself had confessed her love to me. Maybe it was the chariot ride that caused us to win. It could have been many possibilities.

Every time I look into the mirror, I am scared by what I see. A gory reflection, trying to hide the abuse, the emotional pain that will never go away. A heart that bleeds in desperation, trying to escape a prison that isn't there. The wave of chestnut hair I used to sport is now charcoal black, mixed in with dirt and salt from the time spent in the Hunger Games. My twinkling eyes, the ones that were like the waves of the ocean are now a haunting electric blue, radioactively lit, looking for victims. My personality is gone, no more fire I must have had before. The games had f***** me up, and the effect was riveting.

I still am visited by my old team, Rose Arsenwood, my stylist who was the person who was in charge of my costume for the games. She was a wonderful gift from God, if there was one. Katie's stylist, Rev, would sometimes join us, and sit around the fire with me telling me how he missed Katie, and I always wanted to burst into tears. Oh, then there was the insufferable Henry Kraving. Lord shoot me now. This man, this victor was a disease. He cared for me deep inside, but, was a true hearted bitch when he wasn't around a camera. I guess that because he was a mentor, he has to oversee everything I do in real life till he dies. Which hopefully isn't that long. Hopefully.

What did being a victor mean? Well, it meant privacy with your entire family, in a decorative house in the outskirts of the district. It meant, to have luxurious meals everyday, while others starved or kneeled over dying, due to food poisoning. All under the helpful eye of President Lee! Screw him.

No one hated me in my district, I was a symbol that District 12 could survive and hold their own against the Capitol, no matter how cruel and unreasonable they were. Henry and I, however were the only symbols of District 12, so it was a sucky job to have, and to share. Katniss and Peeta were never spoken of, here in District 12. On top of the Quarter Quell (a special year of the Hunger Games, every 25 years), the entire country of Panem was forced to relive the rebellion, the new rebellion with the Mockingjay, and her supposed lover. No more District 13 crap, and the dark days. That was over. This was a new millennia, a new ball park.

And I was thrown right in the middle of it. Time to sound the trumpets. My death was coming, and soon everyone will forget me, Jonathan Crimson, the savior of District 12.


And that was chapter one, just a small reflection on Jonathan's part. The beginning and ending haunts me slightly, how the Games have affected my poor OC. Yet again, like last time, the entire cast is OC, and as you can tell, plot twists are up and at em. All of my stories have not been forgotten but, now this story is going to take off. I will have 24 chapters in this story, with an epilogue included. Please REVIEW! And I would like to shout out to, MessengerofDreams, xFlandre Scarletx, Psychic Karate, Starstorm Kennedy, Asummer6, Soul Pieces, Angelic Land, Purple Mercenary, and Old Justice. Thanks again!

~Paradigm of Writing- PW