PILOT EPISODE

The Gamemakers' Room, The Capitol; 4 months prior to the Games

"You're one mad Head Gamemaker, Gregory Pike," President Snow implied with an amused laugh, the devious grin showing visible wrinkles and crow's feet on the corners of his eyes.

"What can I say; I have a creative mind, Mr. President."

"The intricate details you've plotted down and not to mention the surprisingly new twist is perfect for this Quarter Quell. And the astonishing idea of putting in levels into the Games? Remarkable."

"You're making me blush, Mr. President," Pike chuckled.

"I look forward to seeing your work coming into play, Mr. Pike. If you are able to pull this off, then consider yourself booked for the next five years as Head Gamemaker."

"Thank you, sir. That's an absolutely generous offer."

"Seize it; I don't make offers like this very often," President Snow stated.

The rest of the Game makers sat on their metal stools and continued working on the arenas for this year's one-hundredth anniversary of the Hunger Games. President Snow and Pike stood on the balcony that overlooked the circular room. Who would've thought that just a bunch of workers, a sick mind, and a powerful ruler could come up and bring about such an extravagant yet sinister plot for the Games.

Pike combed his amber locks back upon his head. "Yes, I will happily accept your offer, President Snow." Pike sounded intimidated by Snow's demand to snatch the offer before he changes his mind, but then again when was the President not intimidating? Besides, this could be his only shot to have a future career and he didn't want to pass that up.

"Excellent." President Snow spun on his heel and held the steel railing as he walked down the stairs, shrugging his suit jacket on and adjusted his white rose as we walked out of the room without another word to Gregory Pike.

Pike exhaled a shaky breath before turning to his colleagues. "Alright everyone, we have a lot of work to do. There are twelve arenas that we need to conjure up and we can't afford to waste anymore time. Let's get started."

Author's Notes

Please read and review! This is not a SYOT fic, but if you'd like, you can send in random names for the other tributes that are going to be in the arena as I've only written down the main ones. You may be lucky! Hope you guys liked this short episode.

Side Notes for before moving on:

There are a few things that I'm going to alter for this story to work. 1: President Snow is 75 in this story even though it's known that he was born when the first Games commenced; Katniss and Peeta were allowed to live in peace after their little stunt so long as they continue to love each other; the 2nd rebellion never happened.