I do not own the Hunger games, even though I wish I did. This is my first attempt at fanfiction, so hit me up if you have any questions or suggestions. I really don't know what else to say, so thanks in advance. I guess. Enjoy!

Preface

Mocking Jay's death caused the rebellion to fail. The capital has taken back over and is now entering the 100th hunger games. "And in punishment for the uprising and as a reminder to the districts that the dark days, and the mocking Jay days must never occur again, this year the quoter quell will have an extra exciting twist. To remind the districts how strong the capital is, it will send one of it's own into the games, meaning that there will be 25 players in this year's quarter quell. And because there is an extra player the capital will allow two players to survive; may the odds be ever in your favor." boomed president Love over the speakers, president Snow's granddaughter, happily married now, hence the name change.

Ch 1

I am not suppose to be here. How did this happen to me? How could he betray me like that? After all the things I did for him. I hear a twig snap behind me, and I whip around and see that it's Eli and that's when I snap. I just lose it. I lunge after him with my knife, aiming it straight for his heart but of course he catches my wrist mid-air and ends my attack. This isn't fair. He is so much bigger and stronger than me, than all of us. Out of all the people in this arena he dose not deserve to win, but he's going to anyways.

He feasted his whole life in preparation for this, which allowed him to grow several inches taller than the rest of us. He had been training his whole life for this, which meant that his diet had been perfectly tailored to allow the most muscle growth to be achieved, however inhuman it may be to the rest of us. He held previous knowledge that he would be running for his life, so his lungs were prepared to hold excessive amounts of air. And of course he was beautifully.

Unlike most in the capital he wore absolutely nothing synthetic. No green hair, or purple skin. Just a straight square jaw accompanied by prefect golden brown tan skin. With green eyes that could capture and hold any pray in it grasp, especially a capital audience; especially them. That had been the supreme purpose of choosing of him. Because of all his perfection. They knew that the rest of us didn't stand a chance against that. That he would ultimately obtain all the sponsors. This whole game is a trap in his green eyes, in his likable persona, and his clam ocean sea breeze voice.

"I wouldn't do that if I were" said Eli who still held a firm grasp of on my wrist. I try to pull away but it just looks pathetic. Like a little girl trying to get away from a mean parent. The capital audience must be engulfed in laughter by this. Laughing at what a weakling I am. Laughing at how weak the districts are. Laughing at my mother's rebellion. I will not allow this to happen so I straighten up and narrow my eyes at him. My wrist still firmly in his grasp and I draw him in close to me by taking back my hostage wrist. Staring deep into his eyes and he follows willingly. And I whisper to him

"Let go." Just loud enough for the two of us to hear, but powerful enough to end the capital viewers laughter. He leans in closer to my face, using my same whisper tactic says.

"Listen, I have direct orders from Love to keep you alive. And that while your alive you must be completely humiliated into defeat, into submission. You are not to leave this arena until you agree to all the terms. Or the games will never end, so I will continue to do as I please- until you agree."

We stare at each other for a long time. I will not agree, I will never submit, I will never give up.

"Fine." Eli says as he lets go of my wrist. "We will try again tomorrow."

"Not if I kill you before then." I hiss back. He then turns around and heads back to his camp.

The audience must have figured out by now that this whole game is it a set up- a hoaxed. That for the first time in history of the games the winner, or rather winners have been per-deiced. They must have realized that, because if not why wouldn't Eli have kill me already? I still can't figure out why they want me alive. Wouldn't they won't to kill mocking jay's daughter to show that her rebellion is truly dead? I don't understand why they have chosen to replicate the arena that my mother and father were forced to fight in. Why are they promising to allow two players to win just like in my parents' game? Why are they replicating their game exactly? While, except for the extra player. None of it makes sense to me. The amount of questions I have are endless but I have to force myself to stop thinking about them, because I am giving myself a headache, or maybe its from the lack of food. Probably both.

So I head back for my own camp. The game has being going on for four weeks now, and were down to five players. Me, Eli, Perplexity from district one, Flint from district elven, and of course Finnick my bother. Ohhhh, that makes two differences, and a another historical first. Two siblings sent into the same game together to fight to the death.