We're back! You know how it goes, just…different. These are the Sixteenth Annual Mutant Games, the sequel of the first Mutant Games (obviously).

Backstory for the Newcomers

Horrifying. Breathtaking. Mind-bending. Humorous. Creepy. Strange. Curious. Flat-out weird.

These are just a few of the words used to describe tributes reaped for the Mutant Games. After the fall of the Capitol and rise of the Mockingjay, all had been well in Panem. For many years, citizens of the Districts lived happily and came together, integrating through each other. The Mockingjay grew old and her children grew old. The Hunger Games was a long ago memory of a gruesome history.

But the Capitol doesn't give up that easily.

Involving some uprising and the capture of District Thirteen, the descendants of the Capitol folk and Gamemakers released mayhem upon the districts. Most died within seconds of the nuclear bombs raining down upon. Others took time of sickness and future radiation to eventually silently sink into the darkness of death while lying in their bed.

Then there were those who changed.

Radiation changed their bones, their brains. And they could do things that weren't...normal. They were shunned by many, feared by all.

The Capitol found such glee in this newfound horror, and just the tiniest bit of envy. Perhaps not envy, but the citizens feared something other than themselves, the Capitol.

They used these unique creations of people to create a new kind of Games. Made just for them.

Welcome to the Mutant Games. Where nothing's normal.

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Head Gamemaker P.J.

I twirled the lollipop in my mouth as I walked by the assembly lines taking place. The final touches of this year's Mutant Games were underway and everyone really needed to get their asses in motion. I fiddled one of the many steel rings around my fingers. A metal sort of fingerless glove wrapped around my right hand in metal chinks and loops to allow movement.

At a certain station, the workers appeared to be arguing over something. Sigh. Time for Gamemaker P.J. to come to the rescue.

"Fellas?" I asked. Instantly, all became quiet, glancing to their shoes. Some went about the item of discussion and I tapped my steel toed boots against the floor, waiting for the answer. Machines buzzed and workers moved robotically in the same rhythm.

Finally, a squat, pug faced man raised a hand. "Yes, Weiss?"

He cleared his throat, jutting a thumb to the gawky dude beside him. "Schneider dented the car."

"Because Haddler was screwing around and knocked my hand over while using the handles!" Schneider blurted impulsively. The muscled, scowling faced man crossed his arms.

"You were all fucking it up!" he roared indignantly. This sent the small cluster going again and I sighed wearily.

Shoving my purple hoodie's sleeves up to my elbows, I walked through and knelt by the noticeable dent. Wow, they really fucked this thing up. I slid the rings and glove from my hands and rubbed the shell of metal and paint. My eyes slid closed and through the clanking and yelling around me, focused in on the impression.

From beneath the smooth of my hand, I felt it gradually pop back up, forming to its usual car-ish shape.

Turning around, the group was still arguing. I rolled my eyes, patting my hands off together.

"There, fixed," I announced. But their quarrel already escalated to a height where even my firm voice couldn't snap them out.

Sigh again. Well, maybe it is better we didn't go with my first idea. If they're having trouble building crap like this now, I'd hate to know what life would be like then. But it was still a firm arena idea and it'll take some better planning upon. There's always next year.

I walked off and went over the lists again in my head. Of course, Drake had to walk by with an electronic tablet in his hands, manually checking off each item I was going over.

"The cars are good," I said. His eyes flicked up to me and he tapped that off. He was still an intern, but promoted to an assistant and Junior Gamemaker.

"Are you ready?" he asked in his usual nervous chitter. I shrugged indifferently.

"I'm always ready." In actuality, my flood was pumping. Games always brought a new flow of adrenaline. The idea of this year isn't exactly groundbreaking, not like last years, but it'll have its perks.

We came to my office and I crushed my rings up into a small round metal ball. Drake wrinkled his nose but didn't comment. Good.

Willing the metal, I moved it about the keyhole. It clicked within seconds and I ensured the door was closed behind us as we entered.

Just a few more days, I reminded myself. Few more days, than it's Games time.

Tribute Lists (Honestly, I didn't have the mutation next to it because I didn't exactly have the patience too…you'd understand if you were sitting here)

District One
G: Alice Lynn Wonderland, 12 (Summoning of fairytale characters)
B: Balthizar Demarkos, 18 (Horns and fours arms)

District Two
G: Foe Sterling, 16 (Fire Breather)
B: Shale Van Newhouse, 15 (Rock Skin)

District Three
G: Neve Hadron, 16 (Matter manipulation)
B: Leon Calder, 17 (Shape shifter-Cat)

District Four
G: Bree Maysee, 17 (Body Control)
B: Santiago "Sandy" Aquitaine, 18 (Glamour)

District Five
G: Brandy Harris, 14 (Shape shifter-Appearance)
B: Zander De La Fuente, 17 (Shape shifter-Adaptations)

District Six
G: Lauryn Rivera, 13 (Unknown)
B: Cameron Wynn, 15 (Element Manipulation)

District Seven
G: Silvia Arbres, 17 (Shape shift-Tree)
B: Cede Demeter, 17 (Grow/Shrink Items)

District Eight
G: Heather Aurum, 15 (Body Switch)
B: Brodric "Bro" Loveless, 15 (Matter Hardening…Ping/Pong)

District Nine
G: Poise Adriona, 13 (Increased agility)
B: Alix Moore, 14 (Shape shifter)

District Ten
G: Annabelle Hallestar, 13 (Mines of light)
B: Hydran Ash, 14 (Yogurt Shooting…don't ask)

District Eleven
G: Chrysanthemum "Chrys" Gord, 16 (Duplication)
B: Lupe Ismene, 16 (Sleight of Hand/Mad Magician Skills)

District Twelve
G: Avara Zenia, 17 (Dead Talking)
B: Robin/Damion Garven, 16 (Control of Fire…sort of/Shadow Control)

District Thirteen
G: Chelsey Skyeren, 15 (Invisibility)
B: Xavier Drascal, 15 (Shape shifter-Appearance)

Two days, and I'm filled. This can really fuck with a person's brain. I admittedly tweaked some ages, but nothing too dramatic to piss you off. I loved so many, and some I felt so sad having to put aside.