Prologue:
President Neepa walked briskly down the dimly lit hallway. His shined black shoes made steps that echoed off the metallic walls. No one else was in the long hall, no sign of live existing was seen. Only a single metal door stood withen sight. The middle aged-man kept a calm and steady pace. His grey suit looked immaculate and his blue eyes icy cold. His face had far too many lines for a man his age and his hands were tensely gripped into fists. This was a man of power. This was a man of accustomed to hardships. This was the leader of Panem during the recent uprising.
The President finally came to the metal door that was his destination. The metal felt cold even against his callused hands. A rusty squeak sounded as the door swung open. Inside was a small room, a single lamp swung from the ceiling lighting up a small wooden table. There were four wooden chairs seated around the table, three of which were already filled. Panams War Council Head, The Districts Representative, and the head of the archeological dig that uncovered the topic of today's meeting. Each looked up as they heard the President enter and stood as he closed the door behind him.
"Welcome. I'm so pleased you could all attend today's little get-together." President Neepan said with a cold smile. He sat down in the last remaining chair and stared at the other occupants of the room. "First, congratulations all around for the handling of the uprising. Every Capitol resident should be proud, for we all made contributions. Secondly, we must now take on a less pleasant task and decide how the Districts should be punished for their rebellion."
"Punishment. Cruel and unmerciful punishment. There is no other way to deal with the vermin who are unappreciative to those who govern them fairly." The Head of the War Council said harshly, slamming his fist down on the table. The Head Archeologist, Professor Thunket, cowered away from the angry man.
"Which bring us the reasoning our dear Professor is joining us today. During his last dig right before the Uprising he uncovered a book that may just be the answer to our problem. Professor?" The President gestured to the nervous looking aging man gave a small nod before bending under the desk to retrieve something. When he re-emerged he held a silver metal briefcase firmly between both hands. He laid it flat upon the table and slowly unclasped the two locks that sealed it shut. The case popped open and the Professor grabbed something out before quickly shutting the case and hiding it underneath the table once again.
"Here you go Mr. President." The Professor said handing a cloth covered square to Neepan. He took it with a nod of recognition.
"During a recent exploration the Professor here uncovered something from the old world. Now before the Uprising we were just going to add it to the history section of the Presidential Library. But in light of the recent events, I think we should instead take a page from our ancestors."
"Sir, what exactly does the book talk about?" The District Representative asked.
"Something painful hopefully." The War Council Head said menacingly.
"It is a rule and concept book that was printed in the final year of the old world. It was a sort of games, something as a punishment for those who no one cares about and who have no reason to behave. A deterrent of sorts."
"So we're going to stick the naughty children in time out?" The War Head said sarcastically.
"This game was much more than a time out. Children would be selected to go into an arena. A fight to the death." The President gave evil smile graced his lips. "I propose we select two children from each district, a boy and a girl, and hold these games each year."
"Intriguing, explain further if you please Sir." The District Representative said.
"Well it was only held once but this is what I understand..."
A/N So this was short purely becuase it's a set up for the story. Next chapters will be longer :) Review if you liked the start...and even if you didn't this isn't really what the rst of the story is going to be like.