Nightmares: The 56th Hunger Games

by gameshungerplayer

With the 56th Hunger Games approaching Panem, the twelve districts are very worried after hearing rumors of a new arena never seen before. The gamemaker, Archer Bronzeworth, and his crew are plotting deadlier ideas for this years' games. Will the odds be in anyones favor? SYOT CLOSED, but you can still read!

1. Prologue

Prologue

POV - Archer Bronzeworth

I woke up shuddering in the cold, silent night. I could not believe I had a nightmare. It was a dreadful, terrorizing nightmare that caused me to sweat through the sheets of my bed. First, I changed my sleeping outfit, as it was drenched with sweat. Then, I walked to my kitchen to get a glass of water.

As I poured the water into the glass, I realized how much stress was on me. I was Archer Bronzeworth, the new Gamemaker President Snow hired for the 56th Hunger Games. I believe President Snow hired me as the Head Gamemaker because I was an outside-of-the-box thinker. However, I did not like the pressure of being the Head Gamemaker because my life was in danger. If I did not display a gory Hunger Games in front of Panem, then Snow would kill me just like he murdered the last Head Gamemaker. I was stressed for one main reason: the deadline for the arena was tomorrow and I was unsure of the arena I was going to use. The Gamemakers and I had various choices we thought of in the past couple of months such as a lava island, an underground mining arena, and an icy mountain arena. In my opinion, these ideas were mediocre and tributes would not struggle enough to survive. I knew the Capitol wanted more entertainment with bloodier deaths and more drama.

After gulping the last droplet of water from my glass, I walked back to my bedroom and thought to myself, "If I want to keep my job and life, how can my arena differentiate from the previous arenas?" I kept repeating this question to myself and formulated thoughts until I realized the nightmare I had could be created into an arena.

Yes! That's exactly what I would do.

My horrible nightmare would be the perfect place for tributes to fight. Year after year, tributes would be killed by other tributes, but the Gamemakers never added new mutts to get kills. In previous years, tracker jackers and wolves would be used, but these mutts were not as fascinating as the ones in my nightmare. The mutts in my games would be predators while the tributes would be the prey and try to survive. The best part about my "nightmare" arena is the tributes will struggle with seeing. Instead of using their eyesight, tributes will have to use their other senses to navigate around the arena. After my thoughts, I set a notification to my alarm clock to wake me up at eight o'clock in the morning. Tomorrow would be the day where I would explain my plan of the arena to my fellow Gamemakers, alert President Snow of the surprising arena decision, and talk on the Caesar Flickerman show. Every year Head Gamemakers would give a few details of the appearance of the arena and what surprises it contained. It would be a very fun day.

I pulled myself under the sheets and clapped my hands so the bedroom lights turned off. After a few minutes, I finally drifted back into sleep… and into my nightmare.

Author's Note: I decided to not talk a lot about the appearance of the arena so there will be suspense until the games actually start. I also need more SYOTs. I have 16 spots available so please submit by review or PM. The spots left are posted on my profile page description. District 1 Reapings should be out by tomorrow afternoon. Stay tuned!