Hey Guys! This is a Hunger Games fanfic, which takes place before the series, at the time fo the 25th Hunger Games and through the eyes of a Male Career Tribute from District 2. Please R&R

I'm at the spear throwing station in the Training Hall when a man comes over to me. He says my name as I throw the spear and it veers off to the right, missing the target completely and lodging itself in the wall. I turn around, about to vent my anger when I see that it is Comma, a former victor of the Games and one of the mentors.

'Alec.' He says. 'The Capitol is making an announcement now. Everyone's gathered in the Lounge. Come and join us.'

He turns and walks away towards the lounge, in no doubt that I will follow him, which of course I do. There I find all of the other trainees sitting around the large television screen which is mounted on the wall. I sit on one of the couches next to Saul, a fellow trainee. He nods his head in greeting when the Capitol logo appears on the screen and the national anthem blares. Once this finishes, the picture changes to one of President Robyn.

'Good evening all.' He says. 'Tonight is a momentous occasion, as we have the first Reading of the Card.'

I turn my head to look at Saul and the rest of the trainees, who all look equally confused. I turn my attention back to the screen when President Robyn begins to speak again. He reminds us of the Dark Days, when the Districts rebelled against the Capitol, and how it was out of the Dark Days that the Hunger Games were born.

'When the laws of the Hunger Games were laced out they dictated that every twenty-five years, to mark the anniversary a Quarter Quell would be held. These would be a glorified version of the Hunger Games to make fresh the memories of those killed by the districts rebellion'.

President Robyn reaches into a small wooden box, which has been carried on by a small child, no older than eight. The camera zooms in and the number twenty five con be seen clearly on the envelope. He opens the flap and pulls out a card and begins reading.

'On the twenty-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that their children were dying because of the choice they made to initiate violence, each district will hold an election and vote on the tributes who will represent them in the Hunger Games.'

Everyone turns to each other with smiling faces. This year there will be no Reaping. One of us will most likely be voted into the Arena for the first of these Quarter Quells.

'The elections for this year's Hunger Games will take place on the last day of this month, and the winners announced in a week from then. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favour.'

The anthem plays again and the television screen goes dark. I calculate in my head. This week is the second in the month, so we have two weeks until the elections. Two weeks to show ourselves off and get ourselves into the Arena.

Two weeks.

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