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-PILOT PROLOGUE-

-A canon fired, and I was declared the winner of the Hunger Games. No that it was much of a surprise. I was Jerome, Hunger Games Champion, and I had just earned my way to the International championships.-

I exited the arena and was rewarded with many congratulations. The crowd roared as I raised my fists victoriously, proud to represent America (A/N: he lives in New Jersey) in the International Hunger Games Championship this year. It certainly was the highlight of my career. I had earned the last of my required 100 wins to qualify, and I was the first to achieve it, which guaranteed my position as the representative of America. I was excited and ready to face the other competitors from the other countries. I had heard rumors that Canada had qualified someone who might just be my 'biggest challenge yet'.

Potential representatives were not allowed to know who else might be a rep from other countries. Whoever this person was, they better be ready to be put in their place by the bacca himself. I'd know soon enough, as I was already being ushered to the trains. The competition was being held in New York, home of the world's largest Hunger Games arena. Games were rarely held in the arena, as they usually lasted up to a month due to the size of the arena, that made it difficult to find opponents.

It was an uneventful train ride to New York. I listened to mentors lecture on different tactics, warn me of certain competitors (I heard Canada mentioned several times), and basically repeated the speech I got before every Hunger Games. When we arrived, I was to go and take my place in front of my country's flag. As I approached the flag, I noticed Canada's pedestal was filled. The competitor was a strong looking human. He stood proudly, solemnly looking at the crowd. He had rich brown hair and wore casual clothing. A red and black checkered hoodie, light grey-white t-shirt, blue jeans and some red sneakers, and a golden dogtag necklace. He only then noticed me, and he turned his head directly toward me, and I was instantly captured and captivated by his striking, warm brown eyes that bore into mine with fierce intensity. The look of a true champion. Someone I desired.

A/N: ok, now, I know I'm progressing on two other stories right now, but I was doing some late night (1:30am) fanfiction reading, and one sentence I read sparked this entire fanfic and I couldn't resist. Leave a review and let me know if you like this, and maybe I'll continue it.
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