Disclaimers: I do not own Mortal Kombat and the Hunger Games.
A/N: This is my first crossover ever. So don't expect much from me. R&R is appreciated.
Warriors of Panem
Chapter 1
The Offer
The evening was cold, even inside, where an elderly man was bent over at his desk. He was thinking of the same situation, over and over. The problem that had bothered him for a whole year, and he still had no idea to solve it. Looking at his granddaughter, playing with her doll in the corner of his room, he was worried. There was trouble everywhere; in life, love and power. Perhaps that was too much for an old man like him to suffer.
Fear. It was the only matter had nearly driven him mad. It had once been what had destroyed most of the civilized cities in the world, well before he was born. He'd learnt the history, and he never wanted it to be repeated.
But in that moment, fear had overcome him. Had he let it, it might have had complete control over him. The man stood up and walked around the room.
"I ought to put an end to this." He mumbled. "They mustn't rebel against us. I have to stop this mess."
His lovely little granddaughter looked up at him in confusion. "What does that mean, grandpa?" She asked him, her voice innocently childish.
"It means bad people cannot go unpunished, sweetie. Now, it's nighttime- will you be a good girl and go to bed?" He said slowly to the girl. His voice was soft, but that wasn't the man he really was.
The small girl waved with a bright "Goodnight!" and quickly went back to her bedroom. The man shook his head, sighing.
"How can I do it?" He shook his head in wonder. "Even if I can, I still don't know how this will work."
Green light appeared behind him, a sudden flash in the dark room. A figure began to emerge from the glow, his eyes on the old man. He had travelled a long distance before he had finally found an area as perfect at this;, the place where the treasure lied.
"I seem to have forgotten the formalities. Good evening to you, Mister President." said the wizard.
The old man couldn't move for a few seconds since he was surprised by the guest. Then he became wary- suspicious.
"Who are you?" He asked the stranger, "how did you get in here?"
"Who am I? Is that all you want to know?" The wizard shook his head. "I think you might want to know more about how I can help you."
"Tell me what you want, I haven't got time for this." He tried to stay calm, but this was bordering on ridiculous.
"I'm Quan Chi, and I seek the powerful soul of your warrior, Katniss." He inclined his head politely. "That is the reason I come here- to help you."
It was as if the sorcerer had reached into his head. He turned away, trying to hide his pleasure. The man's heart beat faster; he wondered what this stranger would say next.
Quan Chi continued to explain why he had travelled so far. "You are the only one I believe could hand me that. You're a planner, and so am I. I heard that you were planning..."
"Enough," Snow said, "I'm tired of hearing plans. They are all fake!"
"Among all the failures you've seen, mine is working." The sorcerer smiled devilishly. "I can guarantee you a Flawless Victory, Mister President. This year's Hunger Games will reward both you and me ideally."
"Interesting..." said the President of Panem.
"You'll have the death of both Katniss and Peeta for sure, and I'll have their souls." He added, "But under two conditions..."
"Tell me, Quan Chi."
"Number one, you have to provide me everything I'll need for the plan." He said happily. "And number two, I have to be one of the Gamemakers."
"What do you need?"
"Just a few things, I'm sure you can give me, since I'm helping you with this." Quan Chi laughed. "Don't be afraid, I won't need your soul. If I wanted that, I'd have it by now."
"Before I accept your offer, I'd like to hear the plan. It would help me make my decision." He was eager to accept his offer, but he knew that Quan Chi was not to be taken lightly.
"In the 75th Hunger Games, the rules will be changed. You'll have to gather all the previous years' victors to participate in the game, again, and the Capitol will take part of it as well." Quan Chi told him. "This is my plan."
"The Capitol doesn't have any victors! How can we...?"
"I happen to have... excellent fighters. For you." The sorceror grinned. "Experienced, impressive and undefeated..."
"Fascinating..."
"Accept my offer, Mister President. I've already guaranteed you the result. You won't regret this." Quan Chi said.
"You don't have to continue to convince me," Snow replied, "I've already agreed."
They both shook hands and Quan Chi then summoned his victors. The wizard stopped chanting and looked at the two kombatants. He approached the first, voice low. "Scorpion, bring me the soul of Katniss Everdeen, and I shall find you a way to avenge the death of your family."
The ninja nodded and the sorcerer turned at the female slayer. "I also count on you, Mileena. I'll keep sending supplies as long as you support me in the arena. If you help me, I'll try to convince Scorpion to love you."
The victors nodded their consent.