This is a re-do of my prologue, the last one sucked and I have always wanted to change it but time issues were a problem. Nevertheless it's done now!
To explain a few things:
-No this particular story is not an SYOT, meaning all the tributes, as well as the Mentors, Escorts, Stylists have all been made by myself, with a few input from friends.
-Yes there will be an SYOT at one point or another, I mean I want to do one but this story in particular is just me testing it out.
-The plan, this is an ambitious plan, is to have 11 stories spanning from the 90th HG (Which is this one, if you're not paying attention) all the way to the 100th HG (Which will be a Quarter Quell).
-There won't be any form of rebellion and if there is I'll likely put it in and then kill the character that was rebelling. I just want this to be purely Hunger Games, with kids killing kids for the glory of their district.
*Disclaimer* - I don't own the Hunger Games, I am merely using it as a device to further my imagination and creativity. All the characters from Collin's book is hers and everything else is likely mines.
So here it is, the prologue. Don't hate it too much!
75th Hunger Games, Quarter Quell, Augustus
I watch as the Games unfold before my eyes. This Quarter Quell's twist is the best so far: the existing victors are to fight once again, of course no one was happy about that. No one except the Capitol. Its brilliant strategy to end the so called 'Rebellion' that is bubbling up again in the districts and President Snow has really outdone himself.
We are currently watching what seems to be the final battle between four people.
We were watching the games in the President's own lounge. I listen to his words, mostly about praising himself and what he's achieved up till now. He looks truly happy as he watches the past victors kill each other one by one. He looks to me before speaking.
"My main objective is keeping this man…" He says flicking up a screen from the digital table and shows a burly man, named Orion, which was in the games. "…alive."
"Why would you do that?" I ask.
"He is the key." He simply says. "He will one day be of use to both of us."
I just nod my head not really understanding what he's saying or going on about. I just wanted to watch the games with him and see if there's something to be done about the brewing rebellion in the district. Apparently he has a plan.
Just then a avox walks in holding a tray full of tea and biscuits. I can smell the aroma as it circulates around the room. Snow welcomes the avox. She looks terrified of him as she places the tea on the table. She pours some for each of us and she was immediately dismissed.
"Isn't this the best thing?" He says sipping the tea with a smile.
I smile back at him sipping my own. "It really is."
"There's one more thing I want you to know." The white haired man says as he puts his tea down.
"What's that?"
"Regarding yourself." He begins. "I trust you a lot Augustus, more than any other out there. Therefore, I want you to be my successor."
My eyes widen as I hear the news.
"Are you retiring?" I ask him with the same wide eyes. "How will I ever succeed such a brilliant President?"
He laughs a hearty laugh as he sips his tea. He didn't say anything else after that, he just pulls out a piece of paper from his suit pocket and shows it to me. There it is. The paper with his stamp saying that he is to retire. I don't know why he is retiring but I know that I'll do him proud.
"I'll do my best."
He finishes his tea off and then turns off the screen. I wondered why he turned it off when there were only two people left in the fight.
"I know who will win anyway." He smiles as he gets up and walks away, leaving me with the piece of paper stating my presidency after the Quarter Quell.
Orion did end up winning those games and with him leaves twenty three past victors in the cold hard ground. There are about a handful of victors left in the whole of Panem and all of them were invited to crown the greatest victor of them all.
After Orion's interview, the victors and myself, were invited to a dinner party. As we sit along the dinner table I can't help but feel excited all of a sudden, sitting on the opposite end of Snow I can hear him start to announce my Presidency.
"So let us celebrate this joyous occasion!" He says raising his glass of wine high, with the victors reluctantly following.
There was a sudden silence from Snow and he sits back in his chair. His eyes were wide with what looks like shock. He made a slow whimpering sound and then starts to cough relentlessly, the victors were all panicking and so was I. The peacekeepers suddenly rushes in and subdues the victors. I tell them to take them away for now.
I make my way to Snow and holds his hand. His hands were cold and starts to pale, his face looks to me one more time.
"Remember our plan." He says taking in one last breath. "Kill the others and leave him as he is."
With that his last breath goes. I slowly lower him down from his seat and onto the floor, the white carpet now covered in stains of all sorts.
He is dead. I am the ruler now.
Somehow I can't help but contain my smile.
Present Day
Nathaniel Evergold, Head Gamemaker
The look on the president's eyes are chilling. Two dark blue eyes stare at my figure as I explain this year's concept to him. It doesn't help that two Peacekeepers are beside him standing each side holding their guns. I can never tell what they're feeling, mostly because you can't see their faces half the time anyway.
"Let's stop right there Nathaniel." He says holding up his hand as if to halt me from what I had just said.
"Is there something wrong, sir?" I ask with a gulp, I'm not normally this scared of him but today just feels off.
"Why nothing's wrong Nathaniel." He says casually his voice clear and concise. "I just, let's say, ruin the surprise you have in store for this year's games."
He flashes me a white smile before standing up and walking towards me. He cups my face with his hands as he stares into my gold eyes, which has now become quite big from the shock of what he's doing. He makes a slight sigh and then begins to walk away from me leaving to watch him stare outside from his office.
"There is one thing, I ask of you." He says, my attention never leaving him. "I just want these games to be good, like it always is. Your games last year was simply brilliant!"
He turns to me with that smile once more. He dismisses the Peacekeepers which then nods and begins to leave without so much as a whisper from them. Suddenly the relief overcomes me and I start to relax a little bit. I can see that he's somewhat happy too from the concept that I have planned for this year's games.
This would be my second year being Head Gamemaker after the previous was…well I'll rather not dwell on what happened to him. I start to pack up the files sprawled on the President's desk. Once I finish doing that he asks me another question.
"What of Kaiser?"
"He's finishing his Victory Tour and is now on the way to the Capitol in time for your party, sir."
He nods as he smiles. He really enjoyed last year's games. The victor last year was sponsored a gun, something that I was always wary of as they make the games far too quick to my liking but nonetheless he immediately used it to its full potential. He killed off the 'anti-careers' that have captured him and then killed off the careers himself. What the President really enjoyed was the last kill. Kaiser didn't use the gun when it was down to him and the district 1 boy. What he did was stalk him through the jungle after the gun shots went quiet. All you can hear were the wind and the ocean.
When the district 1 boy least expected it he leaped out from his cover and viciously stabbed the guy to death. He was covered in blood by the end of it. It was a sight to see for the Capitol and they cheered him as he was crowned victor only last year.
The thought still gives me the creeps as I hold onto the folder that contains the plans for this year's Hunger Games. I look at the President once more before nodding as a sign that I am leaving and he reciprocates it with a smile.
"Remember Nathaniel…" He says making me stop at the door. I don't even bother turning back as I hear the last words of his sentence. "...I want it to be spectacular."