I'm not going to prentend that these characters are anything other than those from my favourite books, movies, TV shows etc. I just wanted to combine all the fictional worlds that I love the most, and kill off all but one of my favourite characters. I have tried to have a sort of balance between good and evil characters, otherwise they just wouldn't fight eachother. Please comment if you enjoy the first chapter, it'll encouredge me to post more.

Warning: Their can only be one winner to the games, you know that. Don't even pretend that this is going to be a happy story, where all your favourite characters drink tea and talk about evil vilains. No, this is the Hunger Games, with a twist. Two characters from each fictional world, or district, will be put forth into a fight to the death. Their can be only one victor. Prepare for some serious feels.

The Reaping

The Magic District

"Ladies first!" The capitol woman reached into the bowl of names, smiling as she held, in her hands, the fates of the assembled witches and wizards. Fearful faces peered up at her, each of them dreading their name being called out; each of them knowing that it could be them in the arena. "Luna Lovegood!" The crowd gasped, parting to reveal a blonde haired girl in a yellow dress, with a dried beetroot on a chain around her neck. A white haired man, her father, screamed out in pain and horror. Capitol officials had to restrain him, and he reached out to his daughter, tears falling down his cheeks.

"Luna!" A young man wearing a stripy cardigan, which the capitol woman was horrified to accept as a fashion statement, called out to her, craning his head above the crowds.

"It's okay, Neville," Luna smiled, and walked up to the podium, accompanied by two peacekeepers. The capitol woman placed her hand into the second bowl, drawing out the boy's name.

"Harry Potter," The crowd was completely silent as a boy stepped forwards, pushing his dark, messy hair out of his eyes. The woman caught a glance of a lightening shaped scar on the boy's forehead, which she thought might be difficult to cover up for the opening ceremony.

"Harry!" A ginger haired boy shouted, "Harry, I volun-"

"Don't you dare, Ron!" Harry interrupted his best friend, who staggered backwards, holding a bushy haired girl in a tight embrace as she sobbed.

"So, here we are, the two tributes from the Magic District, Luna Lovegood and Harry Potter. Shake hands then." The two friends shook hands grimly, knowing that the other would have to die if they were ever to return home, alive.

The Shadow Hunter District

Jace Lightwood was scared, but not for himself. He couldn't bear the thought of losing someone he loved in this horrific excuse for entertainment, and found himself hoping that a stranger would be selected, that a stranger would die, instead of his friends and family. He didn't care that whoever the tributes were, somebody would morn their loss, just that it wouldn't be him mourning. He held Clary's hand tightly, terrified that he was going to lose her again, after he'd only just been released from Sebastian's control.

"Clary Morgenstern," No, not Clary, anyone but Clary. He pulled her tightly against him, kissing her frantically, but the peacekeepers pulled her away as she sobbed. Something broke inside him, and Jace fell to his knees, tears falling silently down his face.

"Alexander Lightwood," The blue eyed boy walked up to the podium, his face an unreadable mask, as it had been for weeks now. He ignored his sister, as she called out to him. He didn't turn around, searching the crowd for that one face, knowing that he'd never be able to continue if he did. Alec din't want to look Jace in the eye, knowing that his Parabatai would rather that Clary lived, and not him. He just kept walking, already accepting that he was dead.

By the Angel, Jace thought, I've lost the two people that I love most in the world to this stupid game. He muttered their names under his breath, burying his head in his hands. He didn't even notice when the peacekeepers pulled him savagely to his feet, he was beyond caring.

District of Time and Space Travel

This was a strange district, the Peacekeeper thought. Some of the people didn't even look like people, green scaly skin, potato like heads, long, white claws. That man over there was actually wearing a bow tie, what century did he think this was? He was leaning against a large, blue box, with three friends. The Peacekeeper hoped that neither of them would be selected as tributes, they didn't look like they had any chance in the arena, which would make a very boring game. And the Capitol always enjoyed an exciting game.

"Explain it to me again, Doctor. What exactly is going on?"

"The Capitol has, somehow, managed to collide twelve different realities, containing people that are completely fictional to those in the other realities, in the hope that two characters from each reality will compete in a fight to the death. The whole idea is based on the Hunger Games, which, in your reality, is a book written by Suzanne Collins, whereas here, it is a real competition. And we can't return to our own realities until somebody has won the games. Do you understand, Amelia Pond?"

But she didn't have time to answer, because at that moment, the District's escort had called for the attention of the assembled aliens and humans, preparing to select the names of the two tributes.

"The Doctor! River Song!"

"Well, sweetie, this is going to be interesting."

Vampire District

James. Bella had accepted that he was dead, and now? Well apparently this capitol could do whatever they wanted, even bring back the vampire. Even bring back the vampire after he had been ripped to shreds and burnt to ashes. Bella's human memories were cloudy, but she would never forget that night. And now he was back, to play in the Capitol's horrific tournament. Though she was pretty sure that he would never return; surely there were tributes even stronger than vampires in the games?

The escort now prepared to draw the second name from the bowl, the name of the female tribute from the district. Bella was only a little surprised when her name was called out.

James shook Bella's hand, smiling with glee. In a few weeks, she would be dead, and he would return, triumphant. He had always wanted to see her dead, though he had preferred the prospect of draining her blood first, which was, of course, no longer possible.

District Camelot

"Morgana Pendragon!" The high priestess smiled and glided up to the podium. This was going to be too easy. She calmly awaited the name of the second tribute, certain that it was going to be some measly peasant; the city was overrun by them. But it wasn't a peasant, and yet Morgana was sure that she could defeat him anyway. It was, of course, Merlin. And if Morgana had known who he truly was, then she would have been very afraid. Instead, she simply smiled, too filled with self-confidence and the assurance that she would be crowned the victor of this year's games.

Only one of the twenty four tributes would return, and Morgana had decided that it would be her.

Detective District

Sherlock hadn't considered that this would be the way they would all discover that he was alive. He hadn't really ever thought about revealing the truth; he was too focused on destroying the last of Moriarty's web of criminals to put much thought into it. But he had to admit, there were better ways for your friend to discover you were actually alive, than finding out that you would be taking part in a fight to the death, in which the chances were that you would never return from. Yes, there were better ways for them to discover that he hadn't died.

Molly had spent too long pretending to grieve for Sherlock, pretending that he was dead. It was almost a relief when his name was read out as a tribute for the district, until she realised that he may never return, that, this time, he really would die. And that sort of broke her heart. Until her name was read out too, and she knew that she would have to die if he was to make it out of this alive. Which she had already accepted would happen; she had no talents when it came to fighting, and would be dead within moments, she was certain of it. But that was okay, better her than, well, anyone, she supposed. Molly wasn't the sort of person to wish bad fortune on others, so she would just have to accept her own bad fortune.

Disney District

The assortment of animated Disney characters stretched out in front of Scarlet, like an ocean of bright colours and disproportioned bodies. Most of them looked completely harmless, though there were a few witches, princes, Chinese warriors and pirates that looked like they might be good fighters. Scarlet was the escort for the Disney district, the woman who was about to decide the fate of two unfortunate, (Or fortunate, depending on whether or not they won) citizens.

"Fa Mulan," Scarlet read out, and a dark haired, Chinese girl stepped forwards. The girl bowed her head to her family, before gliding towards the podium. Scarlet was disappointed; in her experience, Disney heroines were almost completely useless. Apparently she had never heard of Mulan, the girl who saved China.

"Captain Hook," Scarlet grinned. This pirate looked like he would provide suitable entertainment for the Capitol.

Pirate District

Dixie was horrified to see that most of the people in this district were completely drunk. The age of pirates was, indeed, a long time ago for those living in Panem, and their lifestyle was particularly shocking for those who had lived a sheltered life within the capitol, like Dixie. It took a long time for her to get the attention of the pirates, and even then, they jeered at her after almost every sentence. It took about twenty minutes and seventy peacekeepers to obtain order. Eventually, after much frustration, Dixie cleared her throat and prepared to select the first tribute.

"Elizabeth Swann," The young woman stepped forwards defiantly, shaking off the peacekeepers as they gripped her arms, leading her to the front of the crowd.

"Jack Sparrow,"

"Captain Jack Sparrow."

Middle Earth District

"King Elessar Telcontar," Though he was known more commonly as Aragorn, this was the name that he was crowned with, and it was therefore the one read out at the reaping. Gondor stood in silence as their King walked through the crowds, afraid that they would never see him again, that they would be Kingless once more. And losing their King in this game, and not on the fields of battle, seemed so pathetic and pointless that many a tear was shed. Of course, they had every hope that he would return, they were confident that he was strong enough to win. They just didn't have quite enough hope to be at ease.

There was a time when Éowyn would have been a little pleased to be given the chance to prove herself, to show that she was more than just a woman, with no ability to fight for her freedom. But those days were long gone, and she no longer sought such adventure. Instead, a deep dread and fear filled her at the sound of her name, and she was certain that this was the end for her. She looked to the King, whose eyes met hers for a moment, and knew that it would be best for her to die, and for him to return alive. She had no doubt that he was capable of defeating the other tributes, and only hoped that she would be dead before she had to face him in battle.

The Inkworld District

Doria clasped Meggie's hand tightly, afraid that she might disappear if he were to let go. She didn't seem afraid, but he was scared enough for both of them. He just hoped that it wouldn't be her, anyone but her.

"Meggie Folchart." Doria heard Resa scream out in grief, but he was too numb to feel any pain. Meggie pulled her hand gently from Doria's, and left him standing alone in the crowds.

Farid pushed his way through the crowds, desperately trying to glimpse Meggie's face. When he did, he was proud to see that she was not afraid; at least she was trying not to be. Perhaps they would give her a pile of books in the arena, though he doubted it. Maybe if they did, then she'd have a chance. It didn't seem fair for her to lose her life so soon, after everything that she'd been through.

"Dustfinger."

"No!" Farid called out, but a look from Dustfinger silenced him.

Please win, Dustfinger, Farid thought, but instantly felt guilty. If Dustfinger returned, then Meggie would have to die in the arena, and that seemed to be an evil thing to wish on somebody.

The Sorcerers' District

Valkyrie Cain stood, arms folded, at the side of the skeleton detective. She couldn't help feeling a little sick with fear, although she made sure that Skulduggery couldn't see it. After all, the odds were certainly in her favour. And even if she did end up in the arena, it wasn't like she was powerless. She was Darquesse for goodness sake, she could protect herself. And even without the power of her true name, Valkyrie was extremely powerful at both elemental magic and necromancy, she just felt sorry for the other tributes if they ended up facing her. It would certainly end badly for them. But she wasn't going to end up in the arena; there were hundreds of other sorcerers here, any one of them could be picked, and it wasn't going to be her.

"Nervous?" Asked Skulduggery.

"You wish."

"Could I have your attention please?" The escort cleared his throat and moved to select a name from the first bowl, "Ladies first, I think. Hmm… Valerie… No, sorry, Valkyrie Cain."

"What?" Valkyrie was genuinely surprised; usually she never got picked for this sort of thing. And, to be honest, what were the chances of them picking her as a tribute, out of all the sorcerers in the district? Completely dumbfounded, she allowed herself to be accompanied to the podium to await the name of the second tribute.

"Skulduggery Pleasant."

"What!?" Valkyrie said again; it really was a bad day.

"Well, Valkyrie, I have a feeling that this isn't going to go well."

"Don't be silly, we've survived worse odds than this before."

"I'm not being silly."

"Yes you are."

The Unfortunate District

Violet Baudelaire had had an unfortunate life, there was no denying it. And she was pretty sure that it was about to get even more unfortunate. She wasn't wrong. But the realisation that either her, or her brother, would soon be dead, was almost too much to bear.

"I will get us out of this, Claus," She whispered to her brother, "I promise."