This was originally going to be a SOYT story, but then I realized that I enjoy creating characters too much. It is one of my favorite things about writing. 24 characters though, that is a bit much so I'm going to stick with only four. Though as the story progresses I might follow other tributes, as sort of practice for when I actually do write a SOYT, which I will do if this goes well. You, my readers, can help me decide if to follow later on. Just PM or leave in your review who you wish for me to follow, it will be done in a first come first serve basis. At most i am planning on folowing 12. I'm not going to be doing any sponsoring. Sorry I already have a good story line worked out.

Oh, I have forgotten to introduce you to the tributes. Well they are: Jasmine "Jazz" Heart (District 1, age 18), Roxanne Chamber (District 8, age 16), Alastair Holiday (District 10, age 15), and Dante Fletcher (District 11, age 16). The 99th Hunger Games have begun, may the odds ever in your favor.


Just because this is their story doesn't mean that any of them will survive.


Chapter One

Reputation

Jasmine "Jazz" Heart POV

"Jasmine, can we at least about it?" begged my recent ex, Steel Knife.

"What there's to talk about?" I asked chucking a javelin at a dummy about thirty feet away impaling it in the head. "You slept with that slut, Precious, again." I launched another one this time driving it into where the dummy's crotch was.

Steel winced at that, and slowly moved his hands to protect his own. Finding his courage, or stupidity, he said, "I know what I did was wrong. I was stupid to let her talk me into doing it. I made a mistake."

I whipped around, the tip of the javelin cutting his cheek. "A mistake, you think that you made a mistake? A mistake is when you do it once, if that. You how ever went far beyond a 'mistake.'" Tears were starting to form in my icy blue eyes. "You have been seeing her for over a month."

I turned back to the dummy, the inanimate one, and flung the last javelin. It grazed its shoulder and continued on until it hit the wall behind it. I stormed over to the target and removed the projectiles from it, and found the one that hit the wall had shattered. I let out a short list of curses.

"You better hope if your name is picked that someone volunteers, otherwise you'll be the first person I kill," I told him. "Now get out of here."

I stood there and listened to him leave. When the gate to the backyard closed behind I drove the remaining weapons into the dirt.

"Jazz, are you okay?" asked a small voice.

I turned around to see that it was my cousin Wesley, five years old. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and walked over to the porch, where he was. I sat down on the edge so I was about level with him.

"I will be okay." I assured. "My boyfriend did something really stupid, so I broke up with him," I ruffled his hay colored hair playfully.

He pushed my hand away, and pressed his hair down. "Are you going to forgive him?"

"No. What he did was really mean, and it really hurt me. You know that it takes a lot to hurt me. Does that help you understand how bad it was?"

He nodded, and wrapped his small arms around my neck. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine.

"Hey, is your mom here?"

Letting go of my neck he said urgently, "Yeah, she's in the kitchen. She wanted me to come and get you. Come on," he said pulling me by the arm.

I followed him into the kitchen. As soon as I saw my aunt, Marigold, I came to attention, with my shoulders held back, head slightly tilted up, and arms to my side. Marigold was my trainer. She had never been in the Games, but she trained to be a career since she was seven and up until she was too old to be in the Games. After that she made a career training careers. Whenever she came over she made me stand at attention till she said otherwise.

"At ease," she barked.

I set her feet shoulder length apart, and kept her head tilted up. Marigold studied me, trying to find any signs of where I have slacking, there wasn't.

I let a small smirk cross my face. She loved to point out my flaws, but today was the day, Reaping day. I made sure that I was in perfect condition.

Less military-like she said, "Okay, you can relax."

I did.

"I still think you are still too tall," she complained.

I did stand at 6'4", taller than most other girls or even guys at my age. My height did make me a bit intimidating, which was good in the Games, but not for getting sponsors. I just hope that I can win them over in my interview.

"Okay the Reaping is going to start soon," she reminded me. "So we need to get ready. Go take a shower quickly, but don't wash your hair. I've set up an appointment for you at the salon already.'

"'Kay."

I ran up the stairs, stripped quickly, and hopped in the shower. Now alone I allowed myself to break down, a little. I still couldn't believe that he cheated on me. We had been together for over two years. I let myself cry about it for a moment, but I couldn't let myself grief about it. I had to stay strong from now until the end of the Games.

Marigold told me from the beginning, "Treat each second as if you are being watched by your sponsors. If you slip you lose them. They are your life line in there."

After my second to myself I scrubbed my body quickly. It took me less than ten minutes to finish. I wrapped a towel around me and crossed the hall to my room. There was a beautiful white dress on my bed with a silver sash around the waist, and a pair of silver sandals beside it.

I changed into it as fast as I could, knowing my aunt hates to wait. I nearly tripped going down the stairs. I found her already at the front door. She stood there tapping her foot impatiently. I gave her a sheepish smile.

We got into her car and headed to town. I turned on the radio, and on every station they were talking about the Reaping today. They were talking about well-known careers, me being one of them, and what the odds of them actually being picked were. It continued on to say if they did make it to the Games what were there odds of winning.

+"Now let's talk about Jasmine Heart. She is the niece of trainer Marigold Uptown. That there has to give her a major advantage. She has unlimited access to her fountain of knowledge."+

-"I'm not sure about that Calvin. The last four of her students that went to the Games died in the first three days. Her student count has dropped by over fifty percent since the last one died. They are saying that the Games have surpassed her."-

Marigold turned the radio off. Her face was twisted into a scold. We drove the rest of the way to the salon in silence. My aunt was still in a bad mood when we got to the salon, though she was trying to hide it.

When we walked through the door we were greeted by the receptionist and was told Rebecca, my regular stylist, was about ready. We sat patiently, or at least I did. My aunt paced up and down the length of the room. She would reach one end of the room stop tap her for several seconds then cross the room again.

I could see Rebecca working on a girl. She was busy curling the last bit of her hair. She finished in the same way she usually did, with a couple of short claps. I had always found her ending ceremony amusing.

"Perfect. Hope everything goes well at the Reaping today."

My jaw dropped a little when I see who was in the chair, Precious Pengrass. I don't know why I'm so surprise. This is a pretty popular salon. It just irked me to know she comes here after I figured out she had been sleeping with my ex.

She stopped in front of me on her way out. "Oh, hello, how are you and your boyfriend?" she asked. She had an eternal bedroom voice, like everything she said was supposed to be something seductive.

"Ex," I corrected.

"Oh, what happened?" she asked with obvious fake shock.

"You know you little slut," I snapped.

"Oh, you mean that. I'm sorry that it took you so long to figure it out. It's not like I tried to make it a big secret," she taunted. "I thought you had to observant to survive in the Games. I guess you'll be coming back in coffin."

I glared at her, trying to seem unfazed by her. She did have a point, if I couldn't see a tramp stealing my boyfriend how was I going to see a trap in the arena. The scenario played through my head. I finally turned my face away from her in defeat.

A moment later I heard Precious give a small squeak of pain. I looked back up and saw my aunt with an iron grip on Precious's shoulder.

Marigold's fingers were digging into her soft flesh. "That's definitely going to leave a bruise," I thought happily.

"Hello Precious," my aunt greeted brightly. "How are you this wonderful Reaping day?"

She tried to shy away from my aunt, though was unable to. "Oh, fine," she whined, dropping her seductive tone.

"This is your last year, are you going to volunteer this year?"

"Oh, no, I don't feel like someone else would be better suited to represent District 1," she explained.

"Who do you think would?" she asked squeezing harder.

"Jazz!" she yelped. "Jazz would do a wonderful job

"I should be getting to the square for the Reaping," finding an excuse to leave.

My aunt let go her. Finger marks were clear on her pale flesh. She dashed out of there as fast as she could, almost tripping over her stiletto heels.

"Don't let her, or your opponents, get in your head," she warned.

At that time Rebecca called me back to her station. I, the same as, skipped over to her.

"Well, isn't someone in a good mood," she noticed, raising an eyebrow at me.

"My day started off rough," I admitted, "but it just got a little better."

"Well what was wrong suga'? You know I'm always here to listen."

She had a motherly quality to her. It could have had to do with her large dark eyes that always looked to be full of concern. It didn't take long for me to spill. She listened as she cut.

"Girl, if I knew that when she was in my chair, I would have cut a huge bald spot in the back of her head," she threatened. "Let see how many boys that floozy could get afterwards."

I smiled at the idea of her walking around with a big patch of hair missing. "Thanks."

"Alright you're all done," she announced with a couple of claps of her hands.

My long sandy colored hair had been cut so that it ended at my shoulders. Short hair looks were supposes to be popular this year at the Capital, so that might help me get some more sponsors. Also short hair doesn't get caught in tree branches as much.

After we were done there my aunt drove me to town square, or as close as she could. It being District 1 everyone got there as soon as they could to try to get the perfect spot, either to watch or to volunteer. I had fight my way to the front of the eighteen year old section. Literally I had to fight.

Once I secured a spot I fixed myself back up. I had to make sure that I looked my best especially now that I was here. It would have hurt my chances at getting a sponsor, considering the angle my aunt and I agreed upon.

Kingston Baxter POV

Eyed my fabulous district, they all had these charming smiling faces. This was only my third year escorting this district, but I could see the little monsters that lie beneath the surface. I loved to see how they change the moment they enter the Games. Their masks always fell away and showed their true-bloodthirsty-selves to the rest.

Some of that blood thirst had already been displayed. It was amusing to see them fight among one another just for a better spot to volunteer. Lambs fighting to be the ceremonial slaughter, how morbidly entertaining. No they weren't lambs but wolves in sheep clothing.

I knew that the fight to volunteers wasn't going to be as large as in past years. Only those who were eighteen years would volunteer, maybe a few others overly hungry monsters. The rest would leash their beasts for a later time. For the Quarter Quell were coming up.

The mayor had just finished his usual speech about the Hunger Games and Dark Days and all the delightful things like that. He flinched slightly as we cross paths. My lips twitched into a small smile.

"Hello my children," I hissed. It's not that I disliked them; it was just how my voice always sounds. "Happy Hunger Gamesss," I drew long pauses between each word. "May the oddsss be ever in your favor?"

I could almost feel the fear that was emanation from them, especially from the younger ones. It was sweet to me like candy is to a child. I inhaled deeply relishing their fear. I couldn't help but to give them a large smile that revealed my fanged teeth. "Ladiesss firssst."

I plunged my hand deep into the bowl, and swirled the names around. After I let the anticipation build to its peak I ripped a slip of paper.

"Preciousss Pengrassss."

Jasmine "Jazz" Heart POV

I felt my jaw drop slightly. Precious was reaped. I couldn't think of a way that day could have been better. The girl that made my life an absolute hell was just picked to be sent to the Games. There's no way that she could have survived.

Even though she had to have known that someone would volunteer, she looked absolutely terrified. Tears stained her face. The crowd booed for acting in such a disgraceful manner.

She knew that she wouldn't come back if she went. She didn't have the mindset like a career. She didn't think that she was going to make it back because she thought she was better than everyone else. She knew she was flawed. That she was merely human, and not a perfect warrior likes the rest of us.

Some of the people around me conspired to just let her go on to her death. They said that she was a disgrace to the district and that she deserved to die. Others said that if they did let her go it would be a bigger disgrace to the district. Me I didn't care about the reputation of the district, but rather the reputation of my family.

Kingston Baxter POV

"Now she is truly a sheep. A frightened little lamb to slaughter," I thought to myself. "Don't fret dear lamb. I'm sure that another one of your wolves will be brave enough to take your place."

"Doesss anyone volunteer."

At first no one moved. I thought they decided that she was better off dead. I was heading toward the gentlemen's bowl when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Slowly but surely the chaos broke out.

As soon as one began for the stage, it was like the flood gates had been opened. The girls fought and struggled against one another for their place up on stage. I couldn't help but to let my fanged teeth show, completely delicious.

One girl especially caught my eye. She floated over the chaos like it was nothing. To the untrained eye it looked like she didn't fight her way to the stage at all, but I saw. A stomp of the toe was disguised as a graceful leap over brawling figures. An elbow was seen as her weaving between fighters.

She looked like an angle among a group of devils. It must be all part of her strategy for the sponsors. She was executing it perfectly.

Once on stage she dropped down into a curtsied. "I volunteer, sir."

"Madam Pengrasssss you are disssmissssed," I informed her.

She couldn't seem to get off the stage fast enough. She stumbled twice before she even reached the stairs and fell face first upon reaching them. Such a sad creature, she was.

I turned my attention back to the volunteer. Even in her curtsy she wasn't too much shorter than I was. "Ssso, what isss your name?"

"Jasmine Heart," she informed me, standing back up.

I took off my top hat, revealing my sanguine slicked back hair, and bowed slightly. "It'sss an honor." I could see goose bumps rise on her arms.

I went back toward the gentlemen's bowl. "Now who will be the lucky young man?" I didn't bother with the dramatics with theirs. I pulled out and slip and announced, "Lee Heat."

A short little fifteen year old boy stepped up, well marched up. Buzz cut hair style, emotionless face, and cold eyes: he looked like a mini peacekeeper. If he was taller it wouldn't have been so odd looking.

"Any volunteers?" I ask already knowing the answer.

There wasn't any hesitation this time. The 'gentlemen' stormed the stage. Fists flew, blood flew, and bodies flew. I had to force myself not to laugh at the sight. It was like watching the blood bath for the Games, only a little less deadly. Eventually one of them did make it up to the stage.

"I volunt…" he began, but a huge hand covered his mouth.

A second hand grabbed him by the back of his shirt and threw him off the stage. "Get off my damn stage!" he roared. "I am Hector Trench, or you could just call me the victor," he boasted.

"Charming," I thought. "Well he has confidence. Let's see how far that can get him."

There I was a shepherd dwarfed by of his own 'sheep.' They were both quite tall. Besides that they were yin and yang. I couldn't wait to see them go at one another. Hector with his strength and Jasmine with her elegance, it would prove to be a battle for remembering.

Alright that's all for now. The others tributes Reapings should be posted fairly soon. I have most of them already written up. It's just a matter of finishing and cleaning. So don't expect me to update as frequently as the first chapters. I hope you enjoyed it. Second one should be up in a couple of days. Like I said earlier, I will follow other tributes later on.If you want me to. After the reaping chapters I will write a chapter that gives a quick synopsis of the other tributes. I have some ideas for how to make this different than some of the others Hunger Games fanfictions. I hope that they are good. Please review.