Author's Notes:

This is my first story. I have been trying to make my own Hunger Games many times, but my one, biggest problem, is making the tributes. My brain can only come up with so many different characters! So I decided that the best way to solve it would be to do an SYOT. Please submit a tribute by pm. Make sure you review:)

Edit: I realize that not all of you guys like it, but that's okay. I have decided to make sure to do a better job in the future. So, I am changing a few things in this chapter. And for those of you that don't like it, it's okay. But, then at least give me some constructive criticism, because I will finish it.

Oh, btw, the Quarter Quell twist hasn't been announced yet. The arena has nothing to do with it.

"P-p-president S-sn-snow, y-you w-wa-wanted t-t-to s-see m-m-me."

I love striking fear into the people, it gives me so much power. Everyone is afraid of me, the districts, the Capitol. But, those who aren't afraid will soon be, dead or alive. My opposition in the election learned that the hard way. Control, it's like my morphling, eating away at me from the inside. It's as addicting as heroin. My uncle always believed in being in control. In fact, he was the master of it. Too bad I had to get rid of him. It was nothing personal, it's just that he taught me all too well.

"Yes, Ms. Gritay, I called you in here hoping to see the arena for the next games. It is the 100th, the forth Quarter Quell, and I want it to be magnificent."

"Well, you s-see t-t-that umm."

I cut her off, just tired of this bloody nonsense, "Stop blubbering you fool, let me see it now! I don't have much time or patience."

"Well, that is the problem President, the hologram of it was lost. I can describe it to you if you would like."

"Lost, lost, I have a good enough mind, to suspect that you didn't even do it! Dear, what would happen say if for one year, the 100th Hunger Games, never happened, what do you think would happen? Hmm."

"Well, I guess you would be in a lot of trouble."

"Trouble, trouble from whom, I am the President, I make all the rules."

"Uhh, well, I guess I don't really know."

"I didn't think you would, only I know the answer to that. Fine, I guess that explaining it to me is our only option for now." I sigh, thinking how much this idiot doesn't understand. The obedience of the districts depends on the Hunger Games. I can't have some moron screwing it up.

"Interesting, but I need something that will really put it apart from the other games. It is the 100th and I don't think that I can stress that enough."

"My biggest twist, there will not be a cornucopia."

"Hmm, no cornucopia, I am not sure if I like that idea. Explain to me why no cornucopia."

"Well, I was thinking of having the food and weapons hidden throughout the arena. That way, all of the tributes will have a chance of finding a weapon.

"Interesting theory, give me a little time to think it over and hopefully, your arena holograms will be done by then, okay."

"Yes, President Snow it should be done shortly. I will not let you down, you will be pleased."

"Oh, there is just one more thing. If this arena isn't exactly what I want it to be, you will not live to see the sun rise another morning."

She gulps, but I continue," There are three things I like to use the Hunger Games for. To intact fear, to strengthen my control and to crush hope. My uncle didn't mind hope as long as it was "contained". Well, I prefer none at all or else you will be retired, permanently."

The fear on her face gives me the smug satisfaction I was hoping for. Ahh, I love my control, my morphling.

Author's Notes:

I will have one more chapter of President Snow and Ms. Gritay before I start any reapings. You can start submitting tributes now. My next chapter won't come out for about another week. Please leave a review, it helps so much!