The Capitol Games

by brissyev

The Capitol has fallen. A new era is coming, and The Hunger Games are finally over. But the people in the districts needs closure. They wanna see them suffer as much as they have in the past 75 years. That s how The Capitol Games were born, as a way to make justice. To take revenge. -DISCLAIMER- I DON T OWN MANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY

1. Pilot

-DISCLAIMERS-

-This story is based on Suzane Collins' saga The Hunger Games. All the characters and other stuff you recognize belongs to her, and I´m thankful she gave us such an amazing story to get inspired by.

-English is my second language, so if I make some grammar mistake, just let me know and I'll fix it.

-Don't be afraid and tell me whatever you think about the story :3

The Capitol Games

Pilot

I look up. There are stars, galaxies and a whole universe that I´d love to explore. But now, I´m okay if I just have Panem. I´m not looking for anything else, because what I wanted to do has been done. Not by me, but her.

Katniss Everdeen. Well, not just her, there was a whole bunch of rebels, too. And I wish I´d been there.

Since I was a child, I´ve dreamed about seeing the Capitol collapse. And I saw it, but it wasn´t because of my hands, and it kills me.

Let me tell you my story. My dad, Jeremiah Trinket (you probably know his sister, Effie) was born at the Capitol. Obviously, he had everything he wanted, and he used to think President Snow was perfect. But when he visited District 2 as an escort for the games, he changed his mind. He picked two random little papers, but one of them became really important. The boy was 16 years old Ron Fordshire and the girl was 18 years old Vivian Lebroy. Both careers, both totally prepared for their destiny. Days passed by as he got to know Vivian better and discovered that things were really different in the districts as they were in the Capitol. They became friends in less than a week, and she told him about her plan to crash the Capitol from the inside after winning the games. And they plotted together. Sadly, the odds were not in their favor. She managed to get to the final five alive, but then the game makers noticed she was pregnant. They were about to kill her, but Jeremiah convinced them to get her out of the arena by acting her death. He kept the baby, she was turned into an avox and they never saw each other again.

And of course, I was that baby. I´ve lived in the Capitol for my entire life, except for the games´ time, when my dad and my aunt used to take me to some districts with all the television crew. There, I saw poverty, pain and hunger, and I couldn´t forgive myself for expending so much money dying my skin blue or my hair deep purple. It was so unfair, when all this people were starving, so I started visiting District 2, giving them food and all the other 'pretty Capitol stuff' I could find. In a very short time they trusted me, and I knew I could trust them with my life, too. Specially him. A career, two years apart from volunteering as a tribute. And those were the happiest years of my life.

Anyway, this story isn't about me. It´s about Panem, and the way another Hunger Games are about to begin. But this time, the tributes are not coming from the districts. They are coming from the Capitol.