This is an idea that I thought of a while back and have been planning out for a long time now. It is the 100th Hunger Games, the Third Quarter Quell wasn't the victors, it was only volunteers. This year, twenty-four Tributes (twelve males and twelve females) will be chosen from each District. These Tributes will then take part in a "mini" Game. These Games have a twenty-four hour time limit (if there isn't one person left, the Capitol votes who they want to win from the final Tributes within that arena.

Each Arena is random and the Tributes inside each of the twelve Arenas will all be from the same District. Male and females are split up and placed in different Arenas so, after twenty-four hours, there should be twenty-four Tributes left, a male and female from each District, already victors in their own rights and these Tributes will then take part in the main event. I am only looking for the twenty-four Tributes who progress to the final, large Arena.

More of this will be explained in the coming chapters and down below will be a quick overview of my CURRENT plan for chapters (could change).

Authors Note: Mace Valentine (who you shall meet in this chapter) is my own character. He will NOT win, he is just here to make things interesting. He isn't the kindest of people either so it is unlikely you will want him to win anyway.

RULES and the form will be on my profile and hopeful chapters down at the end of this chapter. I hope you enjoy and I really hope you submit ^_^

Casper Valentine, aged 10

Citizen of District Two

When I awoke, the bed felt colder and emptier than it usually did. I peeled my eyelids open and found the bed next to me neatly made and empty. It was a strange sight, one that took me a few moments to get used to. My elder brother, Mace, was never up before dawn, neither was he the type to make his bed. He never worked and the only thing within his day that required him to leave the house was his training with head Peacekeeper, Lance Foraem.

I sat upright in the bed, my toes peeking out from the end of the thin blanket, frozen and numb from the cold. The room was still dark but at the very end of the small shack, tending to the fire, above which a small pot bubbled, was Mace. He turned to look at me and a foreign smile spread across his thin lips, stretching across his gaunt, pale face.

"I made us breakfast," he boasted, standing up and brushing the coal dust from his clothing.

"Why?" I yawned, rubbing the sleep from my brown eyes. Mace had made meals in the past but never breakfast and when he did cook, he was never this happy.

"I found one of mum's old recipes, thought I'd try it out. It's easy and cheap so if you like it, you can cook it while I am gone."

"What-" I stopped myself when I remembered the day, June the twenty-sixth, Reaping day. "Do you still have to go?" I asked, looking my brother in the eyes. "You have less chance of winning this year-"

"That's why I need to volunteer-look," he rushed over to me, taking a seat on the bed beside me and pulling me in close. I flinched against his touch although it was warm and found myself unable to relax. "Father won a quell when he was my age, it's my last year to volunteer, it has to be." I could do nothing but give a small nod, I knew nothing of the man he spoke for and looked up to. I had never even seen a photo of my father who died nine years ago when I was only a year old. Mace always told me how the death of my mother a year earlier drove him over the edge and he killed himself. We hoped from relative to a relative after that until Mace became of age at sixteen and was able to care for me as a guardian. Not that was much better. His years of starving, dishonor, and abuse had left him cold and no better than the people who hurt him, consumed by rage and obsession with winning the Games.

"Look," he continued. "I won't be gone for long, three weeks at the most then we won't have to live like this anymore...I will be a victor and we can live back in our old home-"

"Your home," I corrected. "I don't even remember what it looked like." For a moment, I thought he was going to strike me but he just gritted his teeth and stood up, walking across the room. A few moments later, he arrived back with a white shirt, green cotton pants, and polished brown dress shoes folded neatly, clean and new.

"Look at what Lance gifted me." I leaped from the bed and towards my brother, feeling the fabric of the clothing between my fingers. I had never felt something so well made that wasn't torn and flea ridden.

"He must have spent a wage on this!"

"Of course," Mace laughed. "He has poured a lot of money into me, he knows I will pay it back!"

Lance Foraem

Head Peacekeeper for District Two.

Reapings always made me glad I was a senior Peacekeeper but today, today was something different. Twenty-four Tributes would be chosen from each District so it was going to be a long day. I was not even sure the Academy had that many volunteers so I was expecting innocent children to also be pulled into the fray. However, my eyes and concerns were upon one person in particular. Mace Valentine.

He was the eldest son of the late victor Taro Valentine, a death the rest of Two had moved on from but a man whose memory I could not just cast aside.

From the day school started, we were always by each other's side. It started off as a friendship but by fourteen, we started to explore how we really felt. Explore our sexualities. It was a secret kept between the two of us until we were both seventeen. I expressed my desire to join the Peacekeepers where relationships were not permitted and he wanted to become a Career. He told me that because there was a chance he would not come home so until he volunteered, we should still date. However, when he came home, the silent nod between us was enough to know we had to go our own ways.

The last thing he said to me a year after his victory was that he knew he could never love another man. A few months later, he started dating a local blacksmith's daughter and seven years later became a father to a little boy. I kept my distance after that, never taking too much notice in the family that pained me so much. That was until Taro reached out to me himself after his wife had passed. He pleaded for me but I turned him away, concerned with tarnishing my career as Head Peacekeeper. However, I paid the price when a week later, Taro took his own life to escape this world.

I carried along my guilt for three years, thinking of all the ways I could have helped the man I loved when he needed me the most. I was close to suicide myself when I found his two sons, Mace, and Casper digging through the trash of a butcher's after closing time. At first, I got ready to whip them until I saw their resemblance to their father. I had never really taken much notice of Taro's sons until then. The youngest looked like their mother, unkept, short blonde hair, pale skin. He only shared his father's eyes. Mace, on the other hand, was a double of his father. Messy black hair, dark, almond-shaped eyes, just with his mother's pale tone. I felt the need in that moment to ask them how I could help and with confidence, I had only ever seen within his father, Mace puffed out his chest and demanded I take them back to their true home. I couldn't just place them back in the Victors village, neither could I adopt them so I gave the next best thing. I trained Mace. I tried to train Casper as well but the boy was far from a fighter, he was too much like his timid, passive mother.

I trained Mace in everything I knew. Hand to hand combat, weapons, manipulation and even the odd herbal plant here and there. I tried to teach him politics within the Capitol and even dressed him in clothes matching his father's reaping attire to allow people to make the connection and for him to stand out among twenty-four tributes.

Casper rested his chin upon my head as he watched his brother take to the stage from my shoulders. I held on tightly to his legs and felt them shivering as he wiped thick tears from his eyes. As I looked at the tall boy, I saw his father, standing on the same stage twenty-five years ago.

"What if he doesn't come back?" Casper whimpered.

I sighed. "He has to, he is Taro's son."

There is Mace Valintine, our District Two male for this SYOT. Again, he won't win, I already have his ending planned out. He is just here to stir the pot and help me with some chapters with his POV.

The chapter plan:

Chapter 1: Mace's Reaping

Chapter 2: Mace's Mini Games

Chapter 3: Waking Up In The Capitol/Getting Ready For The Meal (Should introduce about six Tributes, Name drop a few more)

Chapter 4: The Victor Meal/Screening of Mini Games (See above, Tributes meet each other for the first time, we see the other mini Games).

Chapter 5: Free Day (Tributes can do whatever they want, train, go shopping, form alliances and so on).

Chapter 6: Interviews

Chapter 7: Night Before

Chapter 8: Morning Of/Tubes

Chapter 9: Countdown

Chapter 10: Bloodbath.

I think this should be enough time for you to understand the characters in. Some chapters might be split into two (like the victor's meal for example) if they become too long but that isn't a promise. Some of you might not like the fact there isn't Reapings or I don't show each victory within the mini-Games. I know for a fact, these things would become too repetitive for me. Twenty-four Reapings or Twenty-four mini Games would get boring and not only would I become bored writing them, but I also bet a lot of you will become bored of reading them. I trust this is enough to get what I need across.

As mentioned above, the form is on my profile along with the rules (there isn't many, they are more things to think about). Thank you for reading and may the odds be ever in your favor.