I do not own the Hunger Games

and welcome to my first syot, I look forward to writing this and seeing what types of tributes I can herd in!

"It's time to begin isn't it?"

Zion Tzorin

"Did I stutter?" I hate interns and this is why, I make simple requests and half wits ruin everything. Don't I have enough going on as it is? My arena isn't quite complete and frankly this intellectual novice isn't going to make it through the evening.

I told her two sugars and three creams. This shit only has 1 sugar and it's completely void of cream.

Damn.

The ignorant woman with a name I didn't care to remember whimpers something but I completely disregard her. It's disgusting, the way her bottom lip trembles at the sight of me. In this business you have to learn plain and simple, you obey your orders no matter how ridiculous they seem. Being candid, coffee at 4 in the morning isn't even close to some of the things I had to do in order to climb the ranks and land the position I have now.

I lift my wrist watch and press the communicator button "Hey Caelreth I need you to take care of the newest intern, if you could. She messed up my coffee" I pause a moment and hear a fuzzy confirmation from the device. "This is why you're my favorite!" and just like that I turn the communicator off and shift my focus again.

Hastily I my butt finds my chair and I spin around towards my computer screen. My masterboard shows the status of all the mutts and their development, how much longer I have to wait until the weather machines are active, the percentage of cameras that are operational, as well as countless other things. Aside from my lack of tasteful coffee everything is going as planned.

"Mr. Tzorin, what end have you decided for intern Spinner, sir?" Caelreth professionally asks me. He places his hands behind his back and squares his shoulders. He's a tall man at least 6' 4'' with tasteful blue hair pulled back tight in a ponytail. Aside from the delightful color of his hair you wouldn't be able to tell he was from the Capital. Irregardless, he does his work in a timely and efficient manner.

"Who the hell is Spinner?" I wrack my brain trying desperately to remember who the hell that is. I gingerly swivel my chair and give everyone a status check. If I had a guess I'd assume Spinner is the girl standing in the corner fighting tears. Her red ears and scrunched up chin are dead giveaways.

My blue haired friend gestures to the girl I was previously looking at with his strong muscle bound arms. "She's the newest intern, the one who you called me in to exterminate, sir" His arm snaps back behind his back with military like precision. "What type of punishment should I administer to her, sir?"

"Hmmm, what'd she do exactly?" I honestly don't think I've ever seen this women in my entire life. I have more important things to worry about, like my arena. She's wasting my time with her existence. Part of me is frustrated just because she exists, but alas the crime needs to fit the punishment.

"According to your transmission she failed to acquire the proper type of coffee for your enjoyment, sir." I'm completely taken aback. This bitch messed up my coffee? I can see why someone called Caelreth in to kill her.

In a level voice I speak "Decapitation."

"I get a little bit bigger but then I'll admit
I'm just the same as I was."

Caelreth Arrowind

"Yes, sir. Anything for you." I give the head gamemaker a perfect 60 degree bow, exactly as I was taught to do then place my right toe behind my left foot and spin 180 degrees, a standard about face. Directly in front of me is a clearly terrified ginger. I wonder what's going through her mind right now? Certainly she knows she's going to die, a thought so basic isn't fit for an intellectual.

I stroll over to her taking exactly 22 and a half inch steps. It's a perfect 8 steps to every 5 yards, that's how I was trained and that's how I'll always walk. Repetition is my nature. As my shined shoes fall on the floor her breathing increases and her faces gets even more panicked, a feat I didn't think was possible except in the arena.

She's completely stunned as my iron grip clenches her arms and tug her. My face stings red as her slender hand swings as fast as lightning and smacks my right cheek. Oh joy, I love a good struggle.

Since she has technically assaulted the head peacekeeper to the head gamemaker I have legal scope to literally do anything I see fit to defend myself, after all everyone in this room knows I will end them if they touch me.

My hand is still wrapped around her arm and I strongly throw her to the ground, she hits hard with a huff of air fleeing from her lungs. I refuse to give her a respite and bring back my right leg and kick her as hard as I can in the kidney. She doubles over in pain pretending to be an armadillo and exposing her back to me. Again I bring foot back and smash it into the center of her spinal column.

All the while she screams bloody murder. She must know there isn't anyone in earshot who'd be bold enough to want to help her. In fact everyone in the room is staring with wide excited eyes. We're all in a slump with the lack of violence lately. Sure, the games are in a few days but we're certainly in a deficit of old fashion pain and power. With a grin I kick her once more.

"Get up now." I look across the room and see the voice belongs to Mr. Tzorin. He stands up from his giant rotating chair and in a relaxed canter approaches Spinner and I. "You pathetic swine, how dare you attack your superiors." he looks down at the crumpled bruised form of his intern, Zion might not remember what happened 5 minutes ago, but he certain has a deep understanding of what hierarchy is and where he is within said hierarchy.

What happens next I almost don't quite catch, one moment we're all suspended in animation staring at each other waiting for someone to make a move, the next Zion is on the ground and a small blade sticks out of her back. Her voice is at a pitch so high my ears are ringing violently, clearly his blade wasn't meant to kill just inflict even more pain.

"Caelreth you can continue your work." as he acknowledges me I heft the girl over my shoulder and she falls nearly completely lax. Her breath is shallow and her hands try to claw at me to no avail. After another precise turn towards the exit I nod to Zion as I take my first step.

The door opens right before I press the button as none other than President Snow steps through with his strong, young, body squared up to mine. His snake eyes dart directly passed me and my captive to Zion casually kneeling by a pool of blood.

"This better not affect your progress with everything Zion." his voice is stern.

"Don't worry President Snow, the 58th Hunger Games will be the best yet."

"Now don't you understand?
That I'm never changing who I am"

lyrics are from It's Time by Imagine Dragons

first and foremost I'd like to thank my good friend Mack/Burning Stars for encouraging me to do this and giving me the little push over the edge I needed, this is in fact a SYOT in case you couldn't tell I am currently accepting tributes and will until I have 24 that I'm pleased with go to my profile for details and the character requirements, if you have any questions please feel free to message me, I love to chat with people and take criticism very well

there will be another intro chapter and then I'll begin with the reapings!